Dorian Thorne belonged to me for two years. In those two years, he went from an untouchable, elite golden boy to a man who knew exactly how to please me. Our breakup was incredibly messy; the news of him kneeling to win me back caused a massive uproar in our social circle. When we met again, he was my prospective fiancé's uncle. The corporate marriage between the Kensington and Thorne families was just waiting for his nod. From beginning to end, he only said two words: "Not worthy." Later, he pinned me against the door, shutting out the desperate calls of my prospective fiancé from the hallway. "Vera, he's not nearly as fun to play with as I am." 01 The youngest son of the Thorne family had somehow taken a liking to me. Everyone knew he was pursuing me. My best friend, Blair, advised: "Just give in. He's totally obedient to you anyway." Before I could even nod, someone else made the decision for me. The marriage between the Kensingtons and the Thornes was a massive social climb for the Kensingtons. My dad couldn't have asked for anything better. The two families sat together, chatting enthusiastically. Preston Thorne whispered his confession beside me. "Vera, after we're married, I'll listen to you in everything." My inner annoyance steadily climbed. I suddenly craved a cigarette. Preston was great—gentle, polite, rich, and handsome. But unfortunately, he really wasn't my type. "Then in the future, I get to be on top every time. Is that okay?" 02 Preston's face turned incredibly ugly. Right after I said that, someone sat down in the empty seat at the head of the table. The first thing that caught my eye was that pair of pale, long, elegant hands. The mole on his index finger was so familiar it sent a jolt of terror through me. In that split second, panic boiled up from the bottom of my heart. I subconsciously grabbed my phone. But I must have accidentally tapped something. A low, hoarse voice played from the phone's speaker. "Vera, let me kiss you... breathe first... don't touch me there." I stiffly raised my eyes and met the gaze of the man at the head of the table. Honestly, I wanted to die. 03 During that dinner, I couldn't taste a thing. I had imagined ten thousand ways of reuniting with Dorian. But never like this. That audio came from a video sent in a group chat by a friend—a secretly recorded video from an after-party five years ago. In the video, Dorian was pinned down and kissed by me. His ears were impossibly red. Among my group of rich, idle friends, Dorian was a well-known existence. I loved seeing men cry. In the two years Dorian was with me, he shed quite a few tears. Once, after making him cry, I took a picture, posted it on Instagram, and captioned it: [Such a good boy. I love him so much.] The comments section exploded. Then everyone knew I was keeping a "boy toy." 6-foot-2, six-pack abs, incredibly obedient, and he only called me "Mistress." A friend left a harsh comment: [Are you even treating him like a human being? Huh? You absolute psycho!] 04 I am a psycho. I have to admit it. Dorian was with me for two years. In those two years, he went from the highly praised, untouchable elite to someone who was very good at pleasing me. With me, most of the time he didn't have to suffer financially. But when I went crazy, my methods of tormenting him came one after another. He often had red marks on his wrists from being restrained. His lips often had cuts. Some people did try to stand up for him. A suitor of Dorian's. His face was so handsome it looked like a top-tier 3D modeler's most perfect creation. There were quite a few people who liked him. "If you really like Dorian, you shouldn't treat him this way. "His reputation is going to be completely ruined by someone like you. "I hope you break up with him sooner rather than later." I sat on the balcony railing, swinging my legs. After hearing her out, I smiled kindly. "Yeah, I think you're right." Dorian was sitting at the other end of the corridor. His long legs spread apart, his arm resting on the back of the chair, propping up his chin as he looked at me. He radiated an aura of laziness and exhaustion. I swayed my body. In my peripheral vision, he abruptly stood up. That laid-back demeanor vanished completely. If I fell from here, I wouldn't die, but injuries were unavoidable. He was terrified. "But there's one thing I need to clarify. "I don't like Dorian." The shadows on the ground stretched long. The footsteps rushing toward me suddenly stopped. The setting sun behind Dorian was as red as blood. 05 At this dinner, Dorian only said two words from start to finish: "Not worthy." My dad's face looked terrible. I couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Huh? How are we not worthy?" "Uncle~" I followed Preston's seniority and called him that: "Preston and I are deeply in love." The man at the head of the table looked up at me. His face was just too top-tier. My gaze shifted downward, resting on his lips. A very beautiful lip shape, one I had bitten open many times. "Veronica." Not Vera, but Veronica. Or at the very least, it should have been Ms. Kensington. In the past, no matter how terribly I behaved, he never called me by my full name. I understood him. Dorian was angry. Because of what I just said. Which word in that sentence? Uncle? Preston? Or deeply in love? My hand was grasped by someone; it was Preston. "Uncle." His voice was gentle: "Vera is straightforward, please don't be hard on her. She means no harm." I tried to pull away, but couldn't. "Preston, let go." This was said by Dorian. There was no specific tone, but it inexplicably made one's heart tremble. Preston immediately withdrew his hand. "Grandpa said I'll be the one to decide if this marriage happens or not. "Ms. Kensington, being deeply in love is useless. You'd be better off figuring out how to convince me." "Convince you how?" Silence. No answer. The dinner ended abruptly. 06 A long road. The car took a sharp turn into a dark alley. Dorian and I were not heading the same way. When we parted, my dad pushed me into his car. My dad whispered a warning behind me: "No matter what method you use, make him agree." Preston wanted to tag along. Dorian commanded: "Sit in the passenger seat." So Preston closed the back door. Just as he walked to the passenger side, the car sped off. A closed-off road, the car stopped at the end of the alley. Dorian's voice was very low: "Get out." I reached for the door; it was locked. I frowned: "It's locked, how am I supposed to get out?" The driver in the front seat unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. Me: "..." Only the two of us were left in the car. The person beside me clearly sighed. The next second, a strong force grabbed my waist, forcefully hauling me onto his lap. Dorian's hand wrapped around my wrist. He pressed my hand against the knot of his tie. In the dim car, his crimson lips parted. "Untie it." I did as told. "Buttons." I undid the top two buttons of his dress shirt. "Keep going." So I rested both hands on his neck. Slowly, inch by inch, moving up to his jawline. Cupping his face, I tilted my head back to look at him. His voice was husky: "Vera, not enough." I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. Dorian trembled slightly and smiled. "Deeply in love? "Heh, Vera, what are you doing to your prospective fiancé's uncle right now? Hmm?" I rested my chin on his shoulder and smiled too. "Uncle. "Is this convincing enough? "My dad told me to use every possible method to make you agree." Between Dorian and me, from the past to the present, I always believed I held the initiative. Even now that he was the future head of the Thorne family. Even though I had gone from being the true heiress to the fake one. However, as time passed, many things were indeed unpredictable. The moment Dorian opened his mouth, I became the passive one. "Want to be Mrs. Thorne? "Vera, be mine." 07 At night, I sat in the study. On the desk lay an old relationship contract. The phone next to it kept vibrating. Calls were pouring in. From my dad, my mom, Blair, and Preston. I opened the first page of the contract. In the Party B column, the name "Dorian Thorne" was eye-catching. After a long while, I called Blair back. The topic cut straight to the point. She spoke first: "Did it work?" "No, Blair. Dorian is back." She didn't care: "Oh, and then? You still miss him and want to get back with your ex? "Wake up, sis. Men are never as important as your career." I chuckled softly: "They both have the last name Thorne, what do you think?" Finally, the other end of the line went silent. "Why have I never heard of him in the news about the Thorne Corporation?" "I don't know. I only found out today that he's the Thorne heir." I asked: "In the past, was I..." "Vera, run. I have a little money, I can support you." "Was I... really that terrible back then?" Blair cursed: "What do you think? You absolute psycho! And he's a psycho too! Being tortured like that and still not leaving." "He was just..." I rubbed my nose guiltily. "You put a dog collar with a bell on him. You only allowed him to wear bespoke suits from that one specific brand because you thought he looked best kneeling in them. You should burn incense thanking God he's not retaliating against you right now." Me: "..." Put that way. The days back then were quite wild. 08 When I was 20, Dorian and I signed a relationship contract. No other reason. We both got what we needed. That year, the long-lost biological daughter of the Kensington family was found. Many things that belonged to me were subtly being transferred to her name. The sense of loss made me irritable. As for Dorian. He had a very rare condition—touch starvation. Not only that, his skin was allergic to others' touch. When I met him, it was so severe he relied on medication every day to control it. I was his exception. How much of a psycho was I, exactly? Dorian was a year older than me, but he had to call me "Mistress." When kissing him, I liked to bite his lip until it bled. Usually, when it was over, he would remain expressionless, raising a hand to wipe the blood off his lips. "It doesn't hurt. I like it a lot." This was my demand; I needed him to provide me with good emotional value. No matter how much it hurt, he had to endure it. When his symptoms flared up, he knelt on the expensive suit I bought him. With his hands tied behind his back, eyes red, begging me. "Please, help me." I sat leisurely, my posture noble, the tip of my stiletto lifting his chin. "Hmm? How should I help?" "Hold my hand, or... anything... just physical contact..." Just as he was about to break down, I leaned over and cupped his face. Dorian's body trembled, his jawline taut. The symptoms eased, but clearly not enough. "Vera..." I shook my head: "Wrong." "Mistress..." I pushed further: "Dorian, you know what I like." So he looked at me. After a long time, his eyes reddened, and finally, a tear fell. Finally, I hugged him just as he wished. "So impressive. What are you thinking about to be able to cry so quickly?" I always asked this every time Dorian cried. "Thinking about... the day you won't want me anymore." I rested on his shoulder and laughed. "What a great actor." 09 The reason for the breakup was also simple. The contract expired. It ended very unpleasantly. He tried to win me back; I refused. That night, I found myself literally handcuffed in a basement. Dorian sat to the side. The dark circles under his eyes were prominent. He didn't say a word. His face was just too stunning. So much so that my first reaction wasn't even disgust. "Baby, this is illegal." Dorian ignored that statement and brought a piece of watermelon to my lips. "Open." I chewed twice: "It's a bit bitter." He chuckled: "So delicate. How can watermelon be bitter." He put the half-eaten watermelon from my mouth into his own. "Why don't you untie me? What if you feel sick? If I'm locked up, I can't help you." "I can take medicine." Me: "..." Understood. No room for negotiation. Dorian pinched my chin. Forcing me to look him in the eye. His eyes were bottomless, truly validating that saying. He was too good at acting normally. "Vera, I should have just kept you locked up like this. "From morning till night, handcuffed here. "Pleasing me. Kissing, hugging, doing delightful things, and then I'll grant you brief moments of freedom." I shook my head: "I don't like begging." "It's not up to you." On the third day of being locked up, I hadn't had a drop of water. Dorian couldn't pry my mouth open no matter what. "Open your mouth. Otherwise, I'm giving you a nutrient IV." He sounded fierce. I leaned against his shoulder. My entire body was weak. "Dorian, my stomach hurts." The "pain" tactic usually only works on those who care about you. Those few words sent Dorian into a panic. He scooped me up and carried me out. His footsteps were frantic. The one thing Dorian hid the worst—was his love for me. Later, Blair came to pick me up, and I didn't say a word about the details. "What happened to you two?" "Nothing." "Dorian asked me to pass on a message to you." "Hmm?" "He said, 'Ms. Kensington, I hope you have smooth sailing from now on. Don't ever let yourself fall into my hands one day.'" A prophecy fulfilled. What goes around comes around. 10 Preston was waiting downstairs early the next morning. Overnight, the situation became clear. Dorian gave the nod. The Kensington-Thorne marriage was set in stone. "Vera, you're amazing. You even managed to persuade my uncle." I kept my head down. Wondering how to phrase my words to minimize the damage and loss. "I was angry yesterday and told your uncle we were deeply in love. Sorry, actually I..." Preston interrupted me: "My uncle said you're quite suitable to be a part of the Thorne family." I paused. "Don't be in a rush to reject me. Vera, haven't you been fighting for the Boston Harbor project?" I started looking at Preston seriously. Objectively speaking, as a son-in-law for the Kensingtons, he was the most suitable. Why not Dorian? Because if it came to a capital game, Dorian was completely capable of turning the Kensington Corporation into a mere shell. And Preston wouldn't. No, he couldn't. Naturally, my dad preferred him. "How are you going to help me?" "I'll take you to meet a few people." I said: "Your condition?" "None. Just casting a brick to attract a jade, trying to win your favor." I had learned a truth very early on. Resources don't just flow into your hands because you try your hardest. On the way to the Thorne family's summer resort. Blair sent me a message. Her intelligence network was always formidable. [Dorian's exact words: Veronica Kensington is quite suitable to be a part of the Thorne family.] [Does this mean you and Preston are a done deal?] I rubbed my temples: [Dorian's exact words: Want to be Mrs. Thorne? Be his.] [HOLY SHIT!!!] Three exclamation marks to show her shock: [What are you thinking now?] [Right now, I'm in Preston's car.] User is typing... A long pause: [That's so fucking wild. Are you two-timing? [If Dorian finds out you're secretly meeting Preston...] I replied: [Watch your phrasing. It's not a secret meeting. Besides, Dorian isn't that idle.] 11 Dorian was very idle. He was sitting with several executives of the Boston Harbor project. Someone saw me before he did. He sneered. Then instructed the people around him: "Hey, put out your cigarettes." I knew this guy. Last name Cole, Griffin Cole. I had met him a few times in college with Dorian. His punchable voice rang out: "Put 'em out, put 'em out, or someone's going to get anxious in a minute." Only then did Dorian look up. His eyes collided with mine. His index finger tapped the table slowly. He smirked: "You should put them out." No one listened to Griffin. But as soon as Dorian spoke, the others swiftly extinguished their cigarettes. Preston greeted him. He nodded: "Have you eaten breakfast?" Preston quickly answered: "Yes." "And Ms. Kensington?" I had stomach issues; I couldn't go hungry. Preston had picked me up early, so I hadn't had time for breakfast. "Not yet." Preston looked apologetic: "I'm so sorry, I forgot. What do you want to eat? I'll have someone..." He couldn't finish his sentence. Dorian cut him off. "Have someone prepare a bowl of clear broth noodles for Ms. Kensington. No cilantro, a soft-boiled egg, and extra greens." Griffin scoffed: "How many years has it been? You still remember?" A simple, brief exchange. No matter how dense Preston was, he should have understood by now. In today's gathering, the one casting a brick to attract jade was someone else. All sorts of clumsy tricks. Luring me into the trap. "It truly is hard to forget. Unlike some people... completely heartless." Me: "..." The Boston Harbor project was worth billions. Dorian offered a springboard. There was no reason for me not to jump. I chatted with Griffin and the others from morning till night. When the contract was signed, I breathed a sigh of relief. Griffin looked at me with admiration: "Ms. Kensington, you've got skills." "You flatter me, Director Cole." Another person changed the subject. "I heard the Kensingtons and Thornes are arranging a marriage. With Preston Thorne?" Griffin laughed heartily: "Ms. Kensington is highly ambitious; Preston probably isn't a match for her." "Then who else in the Thorne family is around Ms. Kensington's age and is a good match?" Griffin raised an eyebrow, deciding not to answer for me this time. "Dorian." You could hear a pin drop in the room. I repeated: "Dorian Thorne." 12 I heard a similar conversation again that night. I swear. I wasn't intentionally eavesdropping. I was dozing on the balcony. The heavy curtains hid me. The door opened outside. Dorian and Preston's voices drifted in. "Uncle, you used me." Dorian's voice was cold: "Hardly." I peeked through the gap in the curtains. I decided not to make a sound for now. "You clearly knew I liked her, and the Kensington family preferred me." "Does it matter?" Dorian narrowed his eyes: "You even need my approval to marry her." That was brutal. In my line of sight, Preston swayed on his feet. "Besides..." Dorian paused. He turned his head and glanced toward the balcony. Fine. He knew I was here. "Besides, I like her quite a bit too." Dorian finished his sentence: "Preston, what do you have to compete with? "Vera securing the Boston Harbor project was seventy percent skill and thirty percent favor. Do you think Griffin Cole gave that favor because of you?" Every word pierced the heart. Preston was left speechless. Dorian's move was ruthless. Killing two birds with one stone. Taking down Preston and striking at me. "Veronica is ambitious, and I have power and influence. We're a match made in heaven." Me: "..." I was just about to speak up. An audio recording echoed in the empty room. It was a past interview of mine. A deleted segment. The host asked: "Ms. Kensington, you're successful in business, what about your love life?" "I have no expectations for romance." "Not even when you were younger?" How did I answer back then? I said: "No." "But I heard Ms. Kensington dated in college." After a long pause, I opened my mouth: "Just playing around."
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