Rossie felt an extraordinary sensation she had never felt before. A burning heat consumed her entire body.

"Ahhh...ehmm, stop," Rossie muttered softly, her legs suddenly feeling weak, forcing her body to lean on Evan. The intimate touch felt like a violation, a stark reminder of her captivity.

Evan didn't stop moving his arms; he seemed to be enjoying himself, his strong fingers continuing to rub and squeeze her firm, tempting buttocks.

"Sshh...stop," Rossie tried to push the sturdy body away until Evan himself moved away, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

"Hmm...good, your response is quite good, Scelta, I like it..." Evan chuckled as he scanned her beautiful body from top to bottom, his gaze possessive and predatory.

That's enough for this morning. You can rest and relax for the rest of the day because tonight our first 'battle' will begin," Evan said with a cold grin, the word "battle" dripping with sinister implication.

"Ugh... you crazy, selfish man..." Rossie snorted and clicked her tongue in annoyance, then without delay, she quickly walked to the bathroom and locked it from the inside.

Behind the bathroom door, Rossie slid her weak body to the floor and sobbed softly.

Rossie's Monologue, "Why is fate so cruel to me? God, please give me a way to escape from the clutches of that arrogant man. I never asked for this life, this gilded cage. My father... he doesn't deserve this. And me? Am I just a pawn in his twisted game? I have to be strong, I have to find a way out, not just for myself, but for my father too. But how? How can I fight a man who holds all the cards?"

Meanwhile, Evan walked out of the room, intending to go to the main bedroom where he usually stayed. The man wanted to go to the bathroom immediately and satisfy his burning desire.

Evan's Monologue, "Damn... fuck... why does mine respond so quickly when I'm close to her? It's infuriating, this uncontrollable desire. If only Rossie hadn't had indigestion last night and vomited, I would have destroyed her all night long. She's a firecracker, that one. But I'll tame her, break her spirit until she's nothing but a compliant doll. Shania thinks she can play games? She's sorely mistaken. I'll show them both who's in charge."

Switching to Shania's story

Shania always lived in a building called the Lavender mansion, located right next to Evan's main mansion. That morning, she decided she wanted to see Evan and Rossie, who had just gotten married yesterday. She walked slowly, her steps matching the click of her high heels.

Shania gracefully entered the mansion grounds.

"Good morning, ma'am. Will you be having breakfast here?" asked Linda. She was the head maid who had served the Miller family for many years.

"I actually had breakfast earlier at the Lavender Mansion, but I just want to see Evan now. Where is he?" Shania replied curtly, her face expressionles.

"Please come in first, ma'am. Mr. Evan is in the master bedroom and will probably be down for breakfast in the usual room shortly. He was the one who ordered the breakfast to be prepared earlier."

Shania snorted coldly, a smug smile on her face.

"Alright, I'll wait in the dining room," Shania nodded.

"Very well, ma'am. While you wait, I'll go up to Miss Rossie's room. I'll call her to join Mr. Evan for breakfast."

As she walked away, a question flashed through Shania's mind.

Shania's monologue, "It seems that Evan didn't manage to sleep with the poor girl he married yesterday. Well... of course, that's because I put something in her food to upset her digestion. Serves her right. Does she really think she can just waltz in here and take what's mine? Evan may be infatuated now, but it won't last. He always comes back to me. Rossie is just a temporary distraction, a means to an end. I'll make sure she regrets ever crossing my path."

Shania sat cross-legged on a luxury carved dining chair, her slender fingers adorned with dark purple nail polish combing through her beautiful shiny hair.

TAP TAP

The sound of Evan's footsteps entered the room where Shania was, and the two stared intently at each other with cold expressions on their faces.

Evan walked slowly but with firm steps, standing in front of Shania, then lowering his body and grabbing his first wife's pointed chin.

"You are so brave to ruin my first night. You have a lot of guts. Do you think what you did to Rossie yesterday will make me back down?"

"You're wrong... I'll still do it whether you like it or not," Evan whispered softly in Shania's ear, his words a mixture of threat and promise.Evan said arrogantly and gave Shania a condescending look.

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