If Loving You for Many Years Were a Secret

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It was very noisy in the box, but the conversation between Finley Zane and his friends was heard by me clearly.

"Finley, you are so loyal to Kristy Allen."

"Yeah! It's been three years, and you still bring her here. Are you going to get married?"

"Could it be possible that Kristy will become your future wife?"

After that, Finley sneered.

"Stop talking nonsense. I can never marry her.

"I used to find her attractive, but now I'm tired of her."

Someone said suddenly, "Yet, Kristy's figure and personality are lovable. Finley, if you want to dump her, can I have a chance?"

There were boos everywhere.

"Are you crazy? Even if Finley is going to dump her, you can never have a chance."

...

Standing outside, I and a female companion brought by another rich second-generation man were in a daze.

We didn't enter the room and couldn't retreat.

She looked at me with some sympathy.

"Don't be sad. To put it bluntly, we mean nothing to these rich young men. We should be aware of our status.

"It's enough to have money, so don't care about what they say."

I forced a smile to thank her for her kindness.

After being kept by him for three years, I learned how to play dumb when necessary.

But even so, I still felt hurt due to Finley's words.

As three years passed, I thought there was true love between us.

It turned out that I was mistaken.

After the party, Finley put his arm around my waist and got into the car.

As the car started, he moved his hand around my shoulder.

He fondled my chin.

"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

I just forced a smile and looked up at him obediently. "No."

Being with me for three years, he was very familiar with my body and my emotions.

He pulled me closer to him.

He then reached into my clothes.

"Are you dissatisfied with me for joking with Bryant's girlfriend again?"

His voice sounded pleasant.

In the past, as he flirted with others, I wanted to pretend that I didn't care, but I couldn't help feeling jealous.

But this time, I lowered my head and shook my head. "No."

He suddenly lifted my chin.

Before I could explain something, his affectionate kiss was planted on me.

Finley knew my body better than I did.

His charming eyes observed my expression carefully.

The car finally stopped.

After the driver got out of the car and closed the door, I couldn't bear it any longer.

I gave a low, choking moan.

Finley chuckled. "Still not gonna tell the truth, huh?"

I sobbed softly in his arms and begged for mercy, asking him to go home first.

After being thrown into the soft bed by Finley, I no longer held back.

My initiative surprised Finley.

Finley was always bold in this regard.

However, I was shy and rejected him several times.

At this time, he responded to me with affection.

He would never know I had thought about it before I got in the car tonight.

It was my last day with him.

The plane leaving New York took off.

I gradually fell asleep once in the stratosphere.

Yet, I had nightmares all the time.

I recalled what had happened five years ago.

My father, Caleb Allen, was an expert at drinking, eating, womanizing, and gambling.

When I was five years old, my mother couldn't stand his domestic violence.

As he was drunk, she ran away with the remaining money in our home.

She never came back since then.

My father, who became more aggressive, looked at me with even more vicious eyes.

When I was thirteen, I seized the chance to call the police.

Although life was hard for me later, nobody would beat me to death at least.

Unluckily, Caleb was released from prison when I was in college.

The scene of me helping an elderly man who had fallen in the snow was captured by netizens.

The video went viral overnight.

My calm face and my kindness in helping the elderly were praised by many netizens.

Meanwhile, it also exposed my current whereabouts to Caleb.

Caleb kicked me down in a remote corner.

He smiled viciously, "My dear daughter, give me one million and I will forgive you whatever you did."

Because I felt fear instinctively when facing him, I almost lost my mind.

Meanwhile, I knew clearly I couldn't believe him.

I pretended to agree to his request, hoping to escape first and then find a way to deal with it.

Yet, I was stuck with Caleb for a long time.

He wouldn't leave me alone.

Calling the police was useless, for he didn't do any harm to me.

Under such circumstances, the police couldn't do anything.

A week later, Caleb didn't get a penny from me.

Then, my roommates began to encounter accidents frequently.

"Kristy, someone followed us on the way back to the dormitory today."

As I heard her words, my heart tightened.

Two days later, another roommate was almost molested outside the school.

Everyone at my dorm received threats one after another.

"Tell Kristy that if she can't do what she promised me, you will all be punished."

When I was at my wit's end, Finley's assistant found me.

"Mr. Zane will let Caleb disappear from your life, on the condition that you follow him."

I was stunned for a moment before I realized what he meant.

However, I agreed without hesitation.

I was eager to get rid of Caleb.

It was acceptable for me to do everything, let alone to be a mistress.

After I agreed, Finley's assistant handed me an envelope.

"Inside is a key and a card, and the address and code are written on it.

"Ms. Allen, Mr. Zane said that you can go to the house anytime."

I accepted the envelope but didn't move in yet.

Since then, Finley never contacted me again.

I originally thought that my life would be peaceful as usual.

In my view, the rich man just requested on a whim.

It wasn't until three months later that I received another call from Finley's assistant.

I saw a familiar car upon running to the school gate.

Finley's assistant pointed to the exquisite boxes in the back seat.

"This is the dress that Mr. Zane chose for you. I'll take you to put on your makeup now."

After I changed into an expensive dress and wore exquisite makeup, I saw Finley for the first time.

Finley was also stunned while seeing me.

He looked me up and down with unfocused eyes.

To be honest, I felt that he was looking at another person through me.

However, I didn't ask the reason.

It was because I had no right to do it.

My task was to accompany him quietly until the end of the party.