Chapter 7
Once the food and wine were served to us, they immediately poured wine into my glass.
They continued to offer me more wine persistently.
Despite my repeated refusals, they paid no attention.
One of them even took a jab at Aaron. “Aaron, your guest here is really not showing any respect.”
Aaron attempted to diffuse the situation swiftly. “She’s young and doesn’t know any better.”
He then passed me the wine glass and urged, “Go on, apologize to Mr. Gabome.”
Noticing my hesitation, he whispered into my ear, applying moral pressure. “Sweetheart, are you trying to jeopardize my career?”
I felt a surge of irritation as I thought, “Didn’t he say this was simply to gain some experience? I don’t know these people, and I’m not part of their company. Why are they insisting that I drink?”
I had a suspicion that something odd was happening, but I never imagined Aaron would pour the wine straight into my mouth.
After the first glass, the second followed.
INost track of how many glasses I consumed; my mind was completely fuzzy.
In a daze, I sensed a pair of large, rough hands reaching out to me.
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When I regained consciousness, I was on a large bed.
My body ached intensely, as if I’d been hit by a heavy vehicle, with a sharp pain.
Particularly in my privates, which were burning in pain.
A horrifying thought suddenly crossed my mind.
As I turned my head, I saw a naked man lying next to me.
realized it was Henry Gabome, the one who first toasted with me at dinner.
With trembling hands, I lifted a part of the blanket.
Anxiously peeking over my own body, my pale skin was marked with bluish–purple bruises.
I had been abused by this elderly man, someone as old as my father!
A rush of humiliation and shame surged through me.
I nearly stumbled as I got out of bed, hurriedly gathering the clothes that had fallen on me and putting them on piece by piece.
Then, I glanced at the man still asleep on the bed.
My eyes burned with hatred.
I wanted to kill him.
I grabbed the ashtray from the table and hurled it forcefully at the person lying on the bed.
A scream echoed through the room.
The ashtray struck Henry, leaving a bloody wound on his head, and he
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awoke in agony.
Seeing the fury on my face as I held the ashtray, I yelled furiously, “You’re insane!”
I felt like I was losing my mind. Who wouldn’t after such an old man violated them?
When I tried to hit him again, he yanked me down by my hair and slapped me hard several times.
He threatened me, “Remember, I bought you. I can do whatever I want!”
I refused to accept it and shouted in desperation, “This is rape. It’s a crime! I didn’t take your money. I’m going to sue you!”
“Sue me?” Henry smirked and replied, “I have three witnesses who can testify that you were the one who seduced me yesterday.”
Was it Aaron?
I’m devastated. I loved him so much. How could he treat me this way?
I stumbled home in a fog, feeling like a lifeless creature, before locking myself in my room and repeatedly trying to wash away the filth I felt clinging to me. No matter how much I scrubbed, I couldn’t rid myself of it.
Desperate thoughts of ending it all by leaping from a tall building crossed my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to take that final step.
I despised my own cowardice and loathed even more those who had left me in this state.
Determined, I decided to confront Aaron about what he had done to me.
When I stormed into the office, Aaron showed no fear. Instead, a smirk appeared on his lips.
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I lost my temper and demanded to know, “Why did you do that?”
But he was like a stranger to me, his gaze icy and unfeeling.
“Are you really sure you want to make a scene? If you’re okay with everyone knowing about your promiscuity, then go ahead,” he replied.
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My body shook uncontrollably as I gazed at him in disbelief.
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Aaron grinned, got up, shut the door, and gently tapped my cheek. “Sweetheart, I’ve always loved you, but you must see this as an investment in our future. Mr. Gabome promised me a promotion this time.”
My face flushed with anger, and I slapped him twice. “You jerk! I’d prefer you to be broke than to have money earned like this–especially money that’s linked to exploiting me.”
Despite this, he dropped to his knees. “Sweetheart, please. We’ll stop once we hit 800,000 dollars. I plan to marry you afterward. If I’m okay with it, why are you being so difficult?”
I shook my head in hopelessness. I had truly misjudged this bastard.
“We’re done.
