Chapter 2 Life and Death Contract
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Without any warning, he forced himself into her, venting all his fury without holding back.
Lucy curled her legs up in pain, burying her face into the sheets like an ostrich pretending none of it was real. There wasn't even a flicker of pleasure—just endless burning agony.
There was a time when Alexander used to panic the moment she said it hurt, eyes red with worry.
But now... she was nothing more than a punching bag for his rage. No pity. No mercy.
And the worst part wasn't the physical pain. It was the hollowness in her chest, that stupid heart still beating for him.
Even if he misunderstood her, even if he hated her guts, she couldn't say a word. The moment she left him five years ago, she swore she wouldn't drag him down with her.
The secret would stay buried, no matter how much she'd suffered or missed him since.
She clenched her teeth, taking it all in silence.
After he was done, Alexander didn't even look at her as he got off the bed, zipping up with his back to her like just seeing her made him sick.
Just as he was about to leave, Lucy's face flushed deep red. She looked desperate, like some cornered animal too tired to fight back anymore.
"Alexander!"
He froze mid-step, thinking maybe she still couldn't let go.
"Money."
Her eyes were damp, her nose burning as she whispered again, "You forgot to pay me."
That one line lit a fuse.
"Heh," was all he said, icy and sharp.
He kicked the coffee table over with a loud crash. A bottle of wine smashed to pieces on the floor, red spilling everywhere like blood.
He pulled out a check, scribbled a ten million dollar sum roughly, then dropped it beneath his boot.
"You want money? Crawl over and get it yourself."
His messy hair clung to his forehead as he stared her down, eyes locked on that trembling figure with her head lowered and shoulders shaking slightly.
He was done being fooled—he wanted to see just how far she'd go for cash.
Lucy's face went completely pale. She bit her lip till it bled, eyes glued to the check under his foot.
That money was her father's lifeline.
Even if he was stomping all over her pride, what choice did she have?
Hopelessness washed over her like a wave.
Alexander's fists clenched when she actually started crawling toward him step by step.
She could throw away love, sell her body, and now even ditch her dignity—for money?
His chest tightened. He needed to get out of there.
"Mr. Harris, please move your foot," Lucy said as her hand reached softly toward the corner of the check.
"You're disgusting."
And just like that, Alexander walked away without looking back.
Tears fell, soaking into the carpet. Lucy's hands trembled as she picked up the check.
He must hate her even more now... but maybe that was for the best.
She had signed a five-year contract with the underground fight club. In ten days, she'd finally be free.
But there was no guarantee she'd survive until then.
If she died, he probably wouldn't feel a thing. His world would stay flawless, just as if she'd never been in it at all.
That thought broke her.
She hugged her knees, curling up like a shattered soul, sobbing uncontrollably.
Even if love was gone—her father still needed her.
Wiping her tears, she quickly gathered her things and returned to the fight club.
The moment she got there, Lucy rushed to find her friend and the club manager, Neil Miller.
"Neil, I have the money. Take me to the boss," she said, eyes full of hope.
Neil's gaze fell on the bruises on her neck, and his hands balled into fists. His eyes turned red with fury.
"Lucy, stop this!"
"You can't throw your whole life away for that scumbag!"
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