“In a few years, be ‘ll meet a new substitute, and you’ll end up worse than me.”
Actually, I lied to her
dring, how could she ended (worse than me?
At most, she’d just be discarded by Quinten when he grew tired of her
I was with Quinten since I was eighteen
1 grew up without parents, and my grandmother who raised me passed away when I was fifteen
That was when Quinten showed up in my life.
He was in hot pursuit of me, spending money on me like crazy just to give me the best in the world.
Because of his good looks and the sense of security he gave me, I quickly fell for him..
On my nineteenth birthday, he coated me into having sex with him.
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That night, from pain to indulgence, I became one with him.
The next day, Quinten took me to meet his friends.
I had never been in such a situation, timidly holding onto Quinten’s clothes, quietly following his lead. His friends looked at me with teasing eyes.
“Quinten, why did you get a little girl?
“She’s too well–behaved, she’ll hold you back”
I didn’t know what they meant by “hold back” back then.
I just couldn’t help but quietly retort, “No, I won’t.
“I won’t be a burden to Quinten
Definitely not
But later, as I gradually got involved in Quinten’s life, I understood the life he was living
It was like walking on eggshells.
To not hold Quinten back, to be able to stand by his side, I had to force myself to fit into that environment.
In ten years, I cut my hair short, dyed it, smoked, got tattoos.
I even got countless scars on my body.
Because I was tough enough, I accompanied Quinten to become the second–in–command in Bleakshire’s underworld.
But Quinten didn’t seem happy.
Countless nights, he held me in his arms, his fingers brushed over the scars on my body, then leaned in and kissed them.
He buried his face in my chest and sighed, “I still like the you from back then.
11 always pushed him away after a daze, lit a cigarette, and laughed, cursing, “Quinten, you’re such an ungrateful bastard.”
