Chapter 18%
Aveline’s eyes widened in shock as she could only watch a group of women storm into the room. One of them yanked her by the hair and dragged her away, all of them scrambling and even fighting one another just to be near the man.
Thayer, who had moments ago been consumed by desire, suddenly regained clarity in his eyes. He took off the luxury watch from his wrist and tossed it into the crowd.
“A reward for you, my darlings…”
The women fought even more fiercely.
With a cold expression, Thayer grabbed Aveline by the hair from the floor and dragged her into his study. But the moment he touched her body, the fire within him surged uncontrollably once more.
He gripped her neck tightly, rage burning in his eyes. “Aveline, you better hope the child in your belly survives.”
But the next second, a message from the technician froze his expression completely. It was a sperm donor agreement.§
Aveline was passionately kissing and having sex with a man who bore a five–point resemblance to him–every time timed perfectly right before he came looking for her.
Aveline actually dared to climb into his bed after being repeatedly slept with by another man.
Watching that man–who looked so much like him–kiss every inch of her like a dog and then seeing her return to his bed without even washing, coaxing him into kissing places others had already kissed, Thayer couldn’t stop the urge to vomit, yet the force of his grip only grew stronger, his eyes red and swollen, on the verge of losing control completely.
Thayer… you were drugged. You’ll never… be able to have children again.“}
Aveline was being choked, yet she laughed happily. Bit by bit, she was breaking down Thayer’s mental defenses.
“He’s your father’s… illegitimate son… he shares the same genes as you……..”)
“If you don’t want another man to take over the Alcott Family… then you’d better just… accept your fate…”§
Aveline’s face grew redder and redder and just as she was on the brink of being choked to death, Thayer suddenly let her go, smiling.]
The man, who had always cared about his image, hunched over, laughing like a madman.}
Acid churned in his stomach. The other women were no different–lips touched by countless others. To him, they were nothing more than goods to be used, as long as the price was paid.
The obsessive cleanliness that had built up in Thayer over the past five years finally took hold of him–slowly and painfully.
He spent the entire night locked in the bathroom, while the woman he had drugged with an aphrodisiac was outside, moaning like a bitch in heat, throwing herself at over a dozen men.[
The louder the gasps and panting outside became, the more violently nauseous he felt. There was nothing left in his stomach to vomit- only bitter bile came up.
Cold water poured over his body with a splash, his skin already rubbed raw from scrubbing.
But he still felt filthy. Utterly filthy. Every inch of him felt dirty.
Coming from a family where both parents had cheated, Thayer had developed an almost pathological obsession with purity in love–and yet, at the same time, he held the most deeply pessimistic view of truly pure love.
So when he realized the person he loved had betrayed him, his first instinct wasn’t to seek the truth.
Instead, he laughed at himself–loudly and bitterly.
There’s no such thing as love without ulterior motives in this world.
His parents loved him more than their illegitimate children because he was smart.
His friends preferred him over others because he held the highest status.
I chose him over anyone else because I wanted the title of Mrs. Alcott.
He obsessively viewed the world through this distorted lens. So whenever he experienced even the slightest betrayal, he would retaliate with a betrayal far worse as if to prove he was above it all, as if to prove he didn’t care.§
