The exotic bed curtain was made of see-through handmade lace, hardly blocking the blurred scene on the bed.
Daisy Jones opened her bleary eyes, immediately hit by a strong headache. Her body was also in excruciating pain. It felt as if her limbs had been torn apart and then stitched together again.
Where was she? Why was she here?
She stumbled off from the bed and walked barefoot along the dark floral pattern carpet. After walking through the corridor, she noticed a beam of light...
The door in front of her was left ajar. She pushed it open and realized that the light came from a screen embedded in the wall.
An erotic sex scene was playing on the screen. On the screen was a couple having passionate sex. Daisy’s cheeks turned bright red right away.
The female lead was beautiful. Her skin was as fair as porcelain, and she had long chestnut hair. Her long slender legs were being put in different postures during different positions.
The male lead in the video grabbed the woman's face and forced her to face the camera. A hint of violence flashed across his eyes. Suddenly, he lowered his head and whispered something in her ears.
Watching this scene, Daisy held her breath as she tried her best to listen. Yet, she was unable to catch a word.
Only then did she realize that the video was muted...
Even without the groans and moans, Daisy flushed at the pictures.
She held the metal doorknob tightly to restrain herself from the urge to strangle the woman in the video.
She had to—
Because the woman in the video—was herself!
"Isn't it exciting?" a magnetic voice was heard in this spacious room.
The man, Kingston Howard, sat on the light-colored jacquard sofa with his back facing her. His neatly styled hair and his tailor-made suit emitted an intimidating presence.
"It's not. The female lead looks like she's suffering, and the male lead's skill isn't that great either!" Daisy looked away from the screen when she commented on the video. She sounded like she was just reviewing a bad movie.
Upon hearing her reply, Kingston chuckled. He remarked in a deep voice, "Well, the truth is, you climbed up to my bed, and not only that, you even spread your legs for me and begged me to f*ck you."
Kingston was sitting in a shadow. He crossed his legs and gently shook the wineglass in his hand. He then took a sip of wine as he spoke, and the signs of his wickedness became more and more apparent.
To Daisy, he was acting like a complete psychopath. She couldn't believe that he would record such a private video as if it was a collection for some blockbuster movie.
For any other ordinary man watching such an erotic scene, wouldn't they be masturbating already?
Daisy glared at the back of Kingston's head and said, "Believe it or not, I was drugged..."
"Why should I believe it?"
"It's up to you. But just for your information, if I weren't drugged, I would rather sleep in someone else's grave than sleep in the same bed with you," Daisy retorted.
She couldn't believe that he actually recorded what happened last night and enlarged it to enjoy the scene. It was so disgusting and satirical of him!
Daisy looked across the sofa and noticed there were a few pieces of A4 papers on top of the dark blue coffee table. On the paper, she could see the word "divorce agreement."
In an instant, she quietly moved a few steps forward, attempting to peek and see if he had already signed the agreement...
"Are you complaining that I didn't satisfy you enough last night, or you are making concessions to gain an advantage? Is this your new move?" Kingston asked faintly.
"Well, you can think whatever you want..." Daisy scoffed.
"Or do you plan to get pregnant with the bloodline of the Howard family? So you can be the real Mrs. Howard?" Kingston sneered.
"All you need to do is just sign the divorce agreement," Daisy straightened her back and demanded when she realized that the signature column was blank. Everything would be proven once he signed the agreement.
He suspected she was a gold digger, and that was why she clung to the Howard family. However, he still refused to sign the agreement...
"Come here," Kingston glanced at the tea table with a playful smile on his face. "I have two options for you. Tear off the agreement or turn up the volume of the video."
Was she just told to turn up the volume of the video?
In the darkroom, the blue light on the screen shimmered across Daisy's face. The man and woman in the video were still passionately making love with each other, and they looked so into it. If she turned up the volume now...
There was no need to even listen to it. She could already imagine the lustful moans and the passionate breathing just by watching it.
As if he had no experience in bed before, Kingston was so eager and aggressive last night that her legs were still trembling now.
Right now, there was a divorce agreement paper and a remote control placed in front of her.
Without hesitation, she stepped forward and picked up the remote control...
The moment she pressed the power button, the big screen turned off—it turned pitch-black.
All of sudden, there were noises coming from the door.
The door was pushed open once again, and several maids in long black dresses solemnly walked in.
The leading middle-aged maid with high-cheekbones bowed to Kingston and apologized, "Mr. Howard, Mrs. Howard forgot to take her medicine, which caused her hysteria to become worse. She sent someone to inform the Jones Family to declare that she would divorce you..."
The divorce was a major event, just as important as the marriage between two families.
Ever since Daisy was a child, she was brainwashed that the only value of her life was to marry a Howard. The same goes for her other three sisters in the Jones family. They were required to be proficient in many things, such as piano, chess, paint, poetry, and wine. Three years ago, the Howard family called for a candidate to be Mrs. Howard. As a result, all the socialites in the cities were eager to participate.
The scene was spectacular. It was as if they were selecting a queen for the Royal Family.
The Howard family was so powerful that they were untouchable. If anyone had married into the Howard family, it meant that they would be enjoying the endless wealth for the rest of their life...
Therefore, everyone waited on tenterhooks, hoping that they would be selected.
As it turned out, Daisy was selected by Reuben Howard, the head of the Howard family.
"Divorce?"
Kingston finally stood up from the sofa, and the shadow of his tall figure engulfed Daisy. Meanwhile, Daisy couldn't move because her hands were being held by the maids and could only stare as Kingston walked toward her step by step.
The more he came closer to her, the more she became overwhelmed by his strong royalty aura. His eyes were a deep abyss, and his nose was prominent, not to mention his sexy lips. It was as if God took His sweet time to create such a perfect piece of artwork.
The next second, Kingston's hand abruptly grabbed Daisy's chin, which immediately caused her to feel a burst of pain.
"Are you playing hard to get? It's such a pity that I only get aroused with the help of drugs. Maybe you can play some other tricks on me next time."
"Did he just say that I drugged him?" Daisy couldn't help but wonder while she sarcastically replied, "If that's the case, then there's no need to keep such a nominal marriage. Isn't that right, Mr. Howard?"
Her voice was neither humble nor pushy, which made the maids softly gasp as they thought to themselves, "No one dares to question Mr. Kingston! Mrs. Daisy seemed to have really forgotten to take her medicine today!"
With these thoughts in their mind, the maids vigorously held her hand and forced her to bow to remind her that this was the proper attitude that she should have in front of Kingston.
At this time, the butler rushed into the room while panting heavily. "Mr. Kingston, Mrs. Daisy has leaked the news of divorce to the media. Now the reporters are surrounding the gates..."
The room then fell into a dead silence.
Kingston narrowed his eyes, revealing a dangerous and cunning look. He stared at the woman in front of him, who raised her delicate and beautiful face with an arrogant and fearless expression. There were no longer traces of obsession and lust towards him in her eyes. Instead, they were full of pure hatred and disgust.
Hatred?
Kingston laughed under his breath and glared at her with his cold eyes, looking like a fierce cheetah raising its sharp claws that had just caught his prey under its claws!
"This woman isn't the same anymore…" Kingston pondered with intrigue.
