Chapter 19

"Hello, I'm Victoria," she said, giving Samuel a polite handshake before letting go.

"Are you an art school student?" Samuel asked.

Victoria's smile faltered, and she awkwardly shook her head. "Nope, I didn't go to college. I'm already working, interning at a gallery."

Samuel gave her a thoughtful look and then smiled. "Skipping college isn't a big deal. It's what you do that counts. You seem really into painting. Our University of Aesthetics Shine has some public lectures every week. You might find them interesting."

"Really?" Victoria's heart was instantly flooded with excitement. The University of Aesthetics Shine was the kind of place every art student dreamed of getting into!

But just as quickly, her expression fell. "The university doesn't allow outsiders. Even if I wanted to go, I couldn't get in."

Samuel chuckled. "Don't worry about it. I'm a professor there. If you really want to attend, I can get you a pass."

Victoria looked at him in surprise, not expecting him to be a professor. She quickly composed herself and said, "Thank you, but wouldn't that be too much trouble?"

"No need to refuse. I appreciate talent, and it's just a small favor," Samuel said with a hearty laugh.

Victoria's face broke into a big smile as she nodded gratefully. "Thank you so much! Can I treat you to a meal to show my appreciation?" she asked.

"I'd be delighted!" Samuel agreed without hesitation.

As they walked out of the art gallery, Victoria suddenly felt dizzy, and her vision began to blur. She tried to steady herself, but her body swayed uncontrollably, and she was about to faint.

Seeing this, Samuel quickly supported her. "Are you feeling unwell?" he asked with concern.

Victoria weakly replied, "I might be having a hypoglycemic episode; I'm feeling a bit lightheaded."

Without a word, Samuel ran out of the gallery and soon returned with some candy and drinks. He handed them to Victoria and said, "Eat something. You'll feel better."

Victoria gratefully took the candy and drinks and started eating. After a while, her color gradually returned, and she felt much better.

They then had a quick meal at a nearby restaurant. After leaving the restaurant, Samuel noticed that Victoria still didn't look well and said worriedly, "I should take you home. What if you faint again on the way?"

Victoria didn't want to trouble anyone, but given her current condition, she reluctantly agreed. So, Samuel drove Victoria to her apartment complex.

After getting out of the car, Victoria smiled and thanked Samuel. Once Samuel drove away, Victoria slowly walked towards her building.

Unbeknownst to her, William was sitting in the back seat of a black Maybach, staring intently at Victoria and Samuel through the window. It was as if his gaze could burn right through the glass.

He got out of the car and walked straight towards Victoria. Victoria was unlocking the door when she heard hurried footsteps behind her. She turned around in confusion and saw William standing there. Her eyes widened in fear, and she instinctively tried to run. But terror overwhelmed her, and her legs turned to jelly.

"Trying to escape? Too late," William said, grabbing Victoria's arm.

Victoria struggled desperately and shouted, "Let go of me! What do you want?"

William wrapped an arm around her waist, pushed the door open with the other, and dragged her inside, slamming the door shut behind them.

"William, are you crazy? Let go of me, or I'll scream for help!" Victoria struggled angrily, but William's grip was like iron, giving her no chance to resist.

"Who was the guy who brought you home?" William asked coldly, squinting at her.

"What does it matter to you?" Victoria snapped, using all her strength to break free from his grip. She took a few steps back, watching him warily.

"How does it not matter to me?" William cornered her, lifted her chin, and forced her to look into his eyes. "How dare you flirt with another man? Do you have a death wish?" he pressed.

Victoria shivered in fear and gritted her teeth. "I've told you before, we're done!"

"Done?" William's lips curled into a sinister smile. He grabbed her neck and pinned her against the cold, hard wall. "I just accepted your resignation. Did I ever agree to end our deal? You'll never get rid of me! I bought you, and I'll do whatever I want with you. Unless I get bored, you can forget about leaving!"

With that, he tore Victoria's dress apart.

"No!" Victoria screamed, trying to stop him, but it was futile. Her delicate skin was exposed to the air, glistening enticingly.

A flash of desire crossed William's eyes, and his breathing grew heavier. He lowered his head and took her tender nipple into his mouth.

Victoria winced in pain, curling her legs and clutching her chest. "William, please, don't!" she sobbed, pleading.

"You're mine. Why can't I touch you?" William sneered, his hands roaming over her body.

Tears streamed down Victoria's face. She cried out, "It's not like that!"

William responded, "Then tell me, what is it like?" He lowered his head, kissing every inch of her tender skin.

Victoria was mortified, desperately trying to escape, but she couldn't break free from William, who bit her smooth skin like a beast, leaving a row of deep red teeth marks.

When his lips reached her most sensitive spot, Victoria broke down again, her eyes empty and hopeless.

"William, let me go, please!" Victoria cried, begging.

"Why should I let you go?" William sneered. "What right do you have to defy me?"

With that, he pushed Victoria onto the sofa, tore off his tie, and roughly tied her flailing hands. He kissed Victoria's inner thighs more aggressively, leaving a trail of intimate marks.

Victoria closed her eyes in pain, tears streaming down her delicate cheeks. Her eyes widened, and she pounded on his strong chest.

But William didn't care. He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his muscular chest. His long fingers slid under her skirt, caressing her supple skin. Slowly, he pulled down her panties.