She used to be nothing but a bar girl. At a time where anyone could boss her around and take advantage of her, Bennett Spencer spent a fortune to make her his kept woman.

Now, however, she's become the Jensen family's heiress and is engaged to the scion of the Gibson family. She's one step away from becoming the lady of an affluent family.

The night before her wedding, Bennett shows up and has his way with her in every corner of her home, forcing her to remember the passion and lust they shared in the past.

"I'm the only one who can make you do away with your chastity."

His words make her descend into the throes of passion again.

Cecilia Jensen was a classic example of one who went from rags to riches.

Originally a bar girl in a club, she became a daughter of the wealthy Jensen family overnight. Then, she was engaged to Henry Gibson, the heir of the Gibson family. News of her encounter was the talk of Jacksonburg for several days.

However, only Cecilia knew she wasn't actually one of the Jensens. It was all part of Henry's setup so he would have the right to inherit the Gibson family.

Meanwhile, she was only one of his many lovers whom he lavishly spent a fortune on. She was merely known as his so-called fiancée and was the most favored.

Currently, she was in front of her wardrobe, choosing an outfit. Later that night, Henry would be taking her along to meet a big shot. It had to be someone related to the housing project in the Northern District.

Most of the time, Cecilia was like an accessory to Henry.

The party was held in a private manor. As she followed him around, she acted demurely. Frequently, the other guests would inquire when their wedding would be held. Henry gave them a vague answer that was both smart and socially acceptable.

After all the standing, Cecilia felt slightly tired. She bent to massage her ankle.

Henry looked down. "You can have a seat over there if you're tired. The key person for the day isn't here yet. I'll come get you when he's here."

"Sure." Cecilia was actually quite curious to know who could be that important that Henry would regard him so highly.

She wasn't used to wearing high heels. Now that she had his word, she was glad to stop keeping up her act. Limping, she entered their private lounge.

After taking off her high heels, she checked her heels, which were abraded. She frowned. Sighing heavily, she leaned back and closed her eyes to rest.

When she heard the sound of the door opening, she remained motionless. The lounge was reserved for her and Henry, and only the bracelets they wore could open it.

Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly curved. She wore a white dress. Her legs were long and slender, bent slightly as she leaned on the sofa. With her glossy hair cascading over her shoulders, she was captivating.

Hands covered her eyes, and she smiled.

"Henry, stop it." Her coquettish voice could make anyone weak at the knees.

Someone bent forward and kissed her forehead. Cecilia rose slightly and naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, allowing him to keep her eyes covered.

Bennett Spencer slowly planted kisses on her eyes, nose, cheeks, ears, and lastly her lips. He gently caressed her lips and traced them with his fingers.

Cecilia shuddered all over and let out a soft hum. Chuckling, he leaned in for a kiss.

Just then, Cecilia opened her eyes. As her eyelids brushed against his palm, he fiercely bit her lips. "Layla, I'm back."

Layla?

That was her name when she worked as a bar girl at Bryndale. Why would anyone call her that here? That voice sounded familiar.

"Layla…" Again, she heard the familiar voice, and her eyes widened.

Bennett gently nibbled her earlobe and removed his hands. Almost immediately, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.

"Y-You…" Scared, Cecilia was at a loss for words. She had a feeling that he would kill her.

"What's wrong? Did you assume I was dead?"

His words pierced through her like daggers, tearing her heart apart. She felt her body stiffen as her breathing became shallow.

Bennett restricted her leg movements by kneeling on them. As he felt beneath her dress, he asked, "Layla, where's that thing? How did you take it off?"

Cecilia shuddered. She knew what he was referring to.

It was a chastity belt he'd custom-made for her. Three years ago, he loved making her wear that belt when she was with him.

He hated it when others touched his belongings, and that included women he considered his.

"How dare you!" With his finger on her chin, Bennett forcefully tilted her head up.

Cecilia bit her lip and averted her gaze. She feigned calmness as she replied, "It's been three years. If I hadn't figured a way to remove it, I'd be suffering greatly by now."

Bennett scoffed. An evil smile hung on his lips as he pressed his leg against her. Cecilia couldn't help but moan.

"Then you became someone else's lover? Layla, you know how much I hate it when others touch my belongings." His deep voice was fueled with rage. He held her chin in an iron grasp. The viciousness in his eyes was so terrifying that Cecilia froze.

Getting up, he pulled out a chastity belt from nowhere. Cecilia gulped as she stared at it, trying her best to cower away from him. That belt seemed to be of higher quality than the one she had three years ago.

She thought she was losing it. If Bennett had his way, she wouldn't be able to hide their relationship.

With the belt hanging off his index finger, he slowly moved closer to her. "This is my gift to you. It's a new style; I specifically ordered it for you. Do you like it? It has a fingerprint sensor lock."

"Go away!"

Cecilia seized her opportunity and quickly slipped through the opening under his arm. Seeing that, Bennett only had to draw his arm in to trap her in his embrace. She wriggled about, trying to break free. Tears instantly welled up in her pretty eyes.

Red marks had formed on her wrists. Cecilia was terrified. She finally managed to secure a peace that lasted for three years. If Henry spotted those weird marks, she was afraid that her peaceful life would come to an end.

"Layla, you've been disobedient." Bennett laughed menacingly. He gently pinched her waist, and she couldn't stop herself from moaning. He knew her body too well. Her body would react to his every move.

"You seem to have been living a good life after leaving me." Looking down, Bennett chuckled. The next moment, his gaze became sharp as he clutched her throat. "That's not what I want to see. What do you think I should do?"

His deep voice reverberated throughout the moderate-sized lounge. It was like an arrow threatening to pierce through her. Chills ran down her spine.

Suppressing the urge to tremble, Cecilia hissed through clenched jaws, "Let me go."

When he wasn't aware, she took the chance to bite the most tender part of his wrist. Soon, she tasted blood.

Bennett groaned. With the hand she bit, he held her wrists together. He then grasped her face with his other hand so that she would loosen her bite. She was sensitive to pain and yielded almost immediately.

Blood smeared her pinkish lips, and her hair was messy. She looked as tempting as a rose adorned with dewdrops.

Bennett suddenly became excited. Holding her up, he removed his necktie and tied her to the wrought iron sofa. Then, he leaned forward and took her phone from her handbag. Putting it in front of her face, he unlocked it.

"Bennett, I'm no longer yours! Let me go!" Cecilia shouted fearfully. Her heart pounded against her chest.

Standing before her, he spoke in a brooding tone. "Layla, you will only ever belong to me."

At the same time, her phone emitted a dial tone that stopped only when Henry spoke. It was only then Cecilia understood what Bennett, that lunatic, was up to.

"Hello?"

Bennett put her phone to her ear. Her voice quivering, she answered, "Henry."

"Ceci, what's wrong?" Henry quickly asked. He seemed to have sensed something was off through her voice.

Cecilia replied, "I-I'm fine. I fell asleep—"

Before she could finish, Bennett kissed her. She tried to refrain from letting any sounds escape her lips. As Henry's voice came through the phone, she felt an odd and unpleasant sensation radiating throughout her body.

"You should sleep for a bit more. I'll come and get you later."

Cecilia instinctively wanted to reply, but Bennett took the chance to deepen the kiss. As their breaths intertwined, she felt a sense of humiliation like never before. She hated herself for succumbing when he teased her and for reacting to his touch.

As though toying with her, Bennett stopped. Now that she had the chance, Cecilia acknowledged Henry's suggestion. She was about to say something else when Bennett kissed her again.

Suddenly, she felt a chill on the lower part of her body. Her eyes widened, and she struggled violently. Bennett's eyes reddened.

"Ceci?" On the other end of the receiver, Henry frowned. He intuitively felt that something was off. "Are you—"

Bennett freed one of his hands and ended the call.

Staring at him, who was on top of her, Cecilia seized the opportunity to bite his earlobe. That was his weak spot. As expected, he held his earlobe, trembling all over as he glared at her with his bloodshot eyes.

"Does he know you're also known as 'Layla'?" Bennett grasped her with such tremendous force, as though he wanted to crush her bones.

"Bennett, it's all over between us. It all ended three years ago!" Cecilia growled through clenched jaws. She was holding back her fear.

Her eyes were large and pretty. When she cried, they would tear up and look pitiful. Bennett could never resist when she gave him that pitiful yet defiant look.

He held her dainty face in his palm and wiped her tears off her face. "Layla, you're too naive." Anger tinged his profound eyes. "Do you think I'll let you off the hook after what happened back then?"

"Cecilia?" Henry's voice came from outside the door.

Cecilia shuddered.

Bennett turned to look at the door. Ruthlessness crept into his gaze.

Cecilia was flustered. She was afraid Henry would walk in. She also feared that Bennett would open the door on purpose. The lounge wasn't big enough; there was nowhere she could hide. If Henry saw her with Bennett in this state, that would be the end of her.

"What's wrong, Henry?" she asked, pretending to have just woken up. However, her gaze was fixated on the door handle.

Bennett calmly straightened up and sat beside her. Studying the panic on her face, he smiled playfully. "What is it? Are you scared that he'd catch you in the act?"

Cecilia glared at him. She was panicking.

A robotic female voice rang out, "Verification failed."

Cecilia instantly felt relieved.

Smiling, Bennett kissed her as he reached for the belt. Immediately, Cecilia felt a sudden chill as he put on what she deemed as a source of humiliation.

"Bennett Spencer!" Gritting her teeth, she shoved him.

She stared at her underwear, which he had taken off. There was a cold, tight feeling in her private parts. It felt partly familiar to her.

She was done for.

"Ceci?" Henry called out again.

Bennett strode over to the door and placed a hand on the handle. Shocked, Cecilia wasn't even able to make herself presentable as she ran over and stood before him and the door.

They were less than an inch apart. She could feel his warm breath on her cheeks, and it was becoming shallower by the second.

She frowned.

He looked down at her. In a deep, alluring voice, he asked, "Layla, it seems you enjoy it when it's thrilling, huh?"

He gently ran his fingers through her hair and played with a strand of hair. His gaze was dazed and burned with slight desire.

Instantly understanding what he meant, Cecilia pressed her hands against his chest. However, the heat he radiated surprised her.