CEO's Revenge Game

In the White Family mansion, inside the lavishly decorated hall, tensions were running high. A young woman, tears streaming down her face, screamed at the elderly couple seated on the leather sofa, "If you don't break off my engagement with Joshua Smith, I will...!"

And what will she do? Kill herself? No one would believe that she would choose death!

Indeed, Mrs. White sneered at her, raised her eyebrows, and said, "So what? What's wrong with men gallivanting and carousing? Just because of some tabloid news, you want to call off the engagement with him? Do you think marriage is a child's play?"

"But there have been ten tabloid news about him this month!" Flora White grabbed the newspaper lying on the table, the one with a picture of her so-called fiancé kissing another woman on the street, and threw it at Mrs. White. Why was she so unlucky? Not only did she end up with such a foolish fiancé, but he was also a notorious womanizer.

"You need to understand, you're marrying into the Smith Family, not Joshua!" Mrs. White coldly finished speaking, stood up, and walked upstairs with Mr. White.

"Dad, Mom, aren't you concerned about Flora's future life?" Henry White, who had been standing silently on the side, finally spoke, his voice icy and matching his cool and handsome appearance.

"Henry, just focus on persuading Flora." Mr. White glared at Henry displeasedly, then turned around and continued upstairs.

"Henry, you have to help me. I would rather die than marry that wretched man." Flora pleaded with Henry, her watery eyes gazing at him.

Henry's intellect and his exceptional and captivating appearance had already captured her heart. In this lifetime, she only wanted to marry him and spend the rest of her life with him. Everyone knew that she liked this half-brother from different parents, but nobody could tell if they would have a future together.

"Flora, I will help you," Henry reached out, coldly and slightly tenderly lifting her chin, looking into her eyes, promising her.

"Thank you, Brother Henry," Flora felt somewhat uncomfortable under his gaze and quietly turned her face away, avoiding his intense gaze. Her eyes fell back onto the newspaper which made her unable to lift her head! Joshua! How dare he taint her reputation like this?! If she obediently married him, she wouldn't be Flora anymore!

After the newspaper turmoil settled, Flora, due to her dislike of living in the cold and unwelcoming White Family home, had chosen to stay in the school dormitory since middle school. Now in her freshman year of college, she was an innocent, lively, mischievous, and lovable girl.

Leaving the campus with joy, Flora got into Henry's luxury car amidst an array of envious glances. Smiling, she asked him, "Henry, why did you come to pick me up this week?"

Henry chuckled lightly and handed the newspaper to Flora, saying with a smile, "Because I have good news to share with you."

"What good news? It's not about Joshua again, is it?" Flora already had a fear of the newspaper, so she dared not open it indiscriminately.

Henry nodded, and Flora pouted, throwing the newspaper back at him in annoyance, cursing, "Ugh! You are just like everyone else, mocking me!" In this big city, who didn't know that her fiance, Joshua, was more repulsive than a pig?

Henry smirked, grabbing her small hand in his palm and tapping her forehead, saying, "Why don't you read the content first before scolding me?"

Upon hearing his words, Flora hurriedly opened the newspaper. After glancing through it, she looked up in astonishment, staring at him, and said, "Smith Family Group is bankrupt??"

"Yes, in less than two months, Smith Family Group will disappear from City A," replied Henry with a low laugh, his lips curling into a smile of joy.

A silly and ignorant waste, completely unworthy of his Flora. Fortunately, from the previous newspaper turmoil until now, it had only been a short two months, and the Smith Family Group was already on the verge of collapse.

"So this is the good news you wanted to tell me?" Flora pouted disinterestedly. What did it have to do with her that the Smith Family Group had gone bankrupt?

"Silly girl, can't you be smarter? Didn't Mom say it? You were marrying into the Smith Family. Now that the Smith Family has fallen, there's no point in marrying you off anymore. Mom has already gone to the Smith Family today to dissolve the engagement for you," Henry said with a smug smile.

"Oh?! Is it true?!" Flora screamed and almost jumped up on the seat with excitement, as soon as Henry nodded.

Henry watched her joyous state and smiled as he started the car, speeding down the road.

Flora raised the newspaper in her hand, shouting with delight in the wind, "Brother Henry! I'm so happy! I'm finally rid of that disgusting guy!"

Driving seriously, Henry was also infected by her excitement. With a happy smile on his lips, the sports car passed by, leaving behind Flora's hearty laughter. It was indeed great news! She didn't have to get married! She could openly be with her Henry from now on!

When the car was about to enter the private road of the White Family, two luxury cars suddenly appeared in front, coincidentally blocking the path of the sports car. Henry had no choice but to stop the car and honk the horn.

One of the cars in front suddenly opened all four doors, and four men wearing sunglasses emerged, striding towards the two of them. Without uttering a word, one of them grabbed Flora out of the convertible.

"Hey! What are you doing?" Flora screamed in fright, completely unaware of the situation.

Henry shouted in panic, "Let her go!"

Unfortunately, by the time he pushed open the car door, Flora had already been taken into the other car.

The car sped past him, roaring down the mountain. Henry took a few steps after them, then turned back and quickly turned the car around, chasing after them down the mountain.

Reaching the bottom of the mountain, he stood there, looking at the countless roads ahead, at a loss as to which one to pursue!

Flora was pressed down on the seat by someone, shouting angrily, "Who are you? Why are you kidnapping me?! Hey!"

The men seemed oblivious to her shouts and ignored her completely. Their mission was simply to apprehend her, so they had no intention of engaging in conversation.

After shouting for a while and realizing they would not pay any attention to her, Flora turned her gaze toward the window. Outside the window, the passing scenery was unfamiliar to her, and they seemed to be getting further and further away from familiar territory. Fear began to well up inside her. They hadn't said a word, and she wondered where they were taking her.

The car veered onto a winding mountain road, with a vast expanse of ocean to the right. Despite the magnificent view, Flora had no interest in admiring it. Her mind was consumed by worry about what was to become of her.

After almost an hour of driving, the car finally slowed down and entered a large mansion. By this time, the sky had started to darken. Flora looked at the somewhat retro mansion and couldn't help but ask again, "Why have you brought me here?"

The men still didn't answer her. One of them opened the car door, forcefully pulled her out, and escorted her into the house.

Flora stumbled a few times under their forceful push and glared at them, annoyed, saying, "Don't touch me, I can walk on my own!"

Regardless of what these hooligans wanted with her, she couldn't let herself be overpowered by them!

After passing through a spacious living room, Flora was led upstairs, having taken numerous turns. Finally, they stopped in front of a wooden door. One of the men lightly knocked on the door and pushed it open just a crack. He respectfully addressed someone inside, saying, "Master, Miss White has been brought here."

Flora suddenly took a sharp breath, not because of the strong men around her, nor out of fear. It was... the icy cold air seeping through the crack in the door that made her feel like she was standing in front of an ice cellar. Why had they brought her to an ice cellar? Were they planning to freeze her to death?!

And was the "master" they referred to inside alive or dead? Just as she was in shock, a lazy voice came from inside the room, "Let her come in."

The man swung the door open, pushed Flora into the room, and closed the door again. Flora stumbled a bit, almost falling onto the carpet, but she exclaimed and managed to steady herself. She surveyed her surroundings, noticing that the room's lighting was dimmed by thick curtains. It was dim, and she finally realized that this was not the ice cellar she had imagined; it was an extremely large and luxurious bedroom.

What puzzled her now was whether there was an air conditioner in the world that could produce such low temperatures. Could it be a new product she was unaware of? She absentmindedly touched her arms, her eyes widening as she took in her surroundings.

"Stand still, let me have a good look at you," a cold, indifferent voice sounded from beside her.

Flora froze for a moment, then followed the voice with her gaze, finally seeing a tall, slender figure in the dimness. It was a man, and there was something vaguely familiar about him. Although she couldn't clearly see his face, she could still sense the aristocratic aura emanating from him. He was a very tall, well-built, and handsome man, exuding a chilling aura, just like this ice cellar-esque grand bedroom!

At this moment, he was wearing a snow-white robe, standing in front of the curtains, holding a small telescope in his hand, obviously just observing the scenery outside the window. As he raised the telescope, placing it far in front of his eyes, he scanned Flora's entire body through the lens.

Flora's intuition told her that this man was not ordinary. Just his icy aura alone was enough to make her heart race. She couldn't bring herself to meet the gaze of this chilling figure in front of her.

However, when he was using the telescope to examine her, Flora could no longer bear it. Frustrated and angry, she exclaimed, "Hey! Are you crazy? Why are you looking at me like that!"

With a bang, the sound of the telescope smashing onto the table resonated. The enchanting man finally took action. He lifted his long legs and took two strides to stand before Flora. He gripped her shoulder with one hand and pinched her chin with the other. Regardless of which hand it was, the force was so strong that it made Flora want to cry!

"Hey, let go of me!" Flora gritted her teeth against the pain and instinctively began to struggle.

The man paid no attention to her shouting and didn't give her a chance to break free. He lowered his head and carefully examined her beautiful face, taking his time. Then he leaned in, and forcefully planted a rough kiss on her lips.

Flora was terrified and stunned. This despicable man was kissing her?! Was he out of his mind? Kissing her on their first meeting?! And why couldn't he kiss properly? A wave of pain emanated from her lips. Immediately after, a strong, metallic taste of blood spread between their lips and teeth.

Flora was shocked, panicked, and in pain. All she could do was struggle, struggle with all her might. In doing so, she lifted her foot and stomped ruthlessly on his foot. His lips paused for just a second before resuming even more forcefully.

His hand moved from her shoulder to her neck, exerting just a little force, and Flora found herself gasping for breath. Her complexion grew paler and paler, the metallic taste in her mouth became stronger, and her consciousness became increasingly blurry. And yet, she still had no idea what was happening!

She had no idea who this man was or why he was treating her this way. The last thing she remembered was the man ripping off his robe, revealing his muscular back, and a lifelike dark blue dragon suddenly appearing before her eyes, looming over her as if it wanted to devour her in one gulp!

When Flora woke up again, it was already the morning of the second day. It felt like she had just experienced a nightmare, but the cold air surrounding her made it all too real. Flora was awakened by the chill, slowly opened her eyes, and tried to move her body, only to find herself so sore that she couldn't move.

Her lips throbbed with pain, preventing her from even crying out for help. She lowered her head and discovered that she was completely naked, and her snow-white skin was covered in patches of dense purplish bruises in every corner of her body. On the floor beneath her, several blood stains blossomed like plum blossoms on the off-white carpet.

Her brain rang with a bang as she instantly realized that her virginity had been taken away. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes as her pure body had been inexplicably stolen by a man whose face she hadn't even seen!

Her hands clenched into fists, pressing against the woolen carpet. Through her teary vision, she saw her clothes scattered nearby, torn, and no longer wearable.

Bastard! She screamed in her heart, wishing she could immediately kill that man! But right now, she couldn't even stand up!

Could someone please tell her where she was? How could she escape from here? The icy cold air ravaged her helpless body, and she couldn't tell if it was pain or cold, as she began to shudder.

Just as she was about to faint again from the unbearable suffering, the door suddenly swung open. An expressionless woman walked in and kicked her frozen body with her foot, loudly scolding, "Hey! Are you dead or what?"

Flora stared at her through tears and choked out, "Why are you doing this to me? Who are you people?" Each word she spoke was filled with pain, and her mouth had been torn apart by that maniac!

"You're asking me, but who am I supposed to ask? Get up!" the woman kicked her for a second time, but she didn't know why. The young master had just ordered her to torture this woman most cruelly, she didn't need to know anything else!

Flora couldn't get up at all, and she knew that this woman was just as evil as the man from yesterday. So she didn't even bother to plead, she despaired and collapsed on the ground, repeatedly chanting in her mind, "Henry! Please come save me!"

Seeing that she couldn't get up at all, the woman stormed into the bathroom and filled a basin with cold water. She splashed it onto Flora's body, and angrily said, "Let's see if you can get up now!"

Flora screamed and fought through the excruciating pain that felt like her body was being torn apart, struggling to crawl up from the ground. But soon, she curled back down, as the cold water dripped down her hair, making her shiver even more.

"The young master is returning from W City tomorrow. If you still look like this, half-dead and half-alive, I'll sell you to a brothel!" the woman said viciously before turning around and walking away.

After lying on the ground for twenty minutes, Flora couldn't bear the cold air anymore and struggled to get up. However, no matter how much she searched the entire bedroom, she couldn't find the switch to turn off the air conditioning.

Helplessly, she stumbled into the bathroom, fortunately, there was still hot water. She adjusted the water temperature, letting scalding hot water pour down from above her head. Every touch of the hot water felt like an agonizing pain in her heart!

After standing under the water for a while, her body finally felt slightly warm, and the soreness was not as intense. However, the pain from her wounds remained unchanged. She searched for a while, but apart from a snow-white towel, there was nothing left, and her clothes had already been torn to pieces!

With no other choice, she slowly made her way back to the large bed in the middle of the bedroom, crawling into the only refuge-the blanket. At least this way, she could feel some warmth!

She didn't understand why that man would treat her so cruelly, and torment her. Was this cold, dungeon-like bedroom another form of abuse? So, what she wanted to say was that the man was truly too ruthless. Because it was really cold here, even with the hot water she had just showered with, hiding in the blanket, she was still shivering.

She didn't know if she fell asleep or passed out. Flora fell into a drowsy sleep, waking up a few times in between, but not even having the strength to open her eyelids, and then falling asleep again.

In the quiet corridor, a steady sound of footsteps could be heard, occasionally accompanied by the respectful voice of a maid, "Greetings, Big Young Master."

Maxwell Smith did not respond to the maid's greeting, and went straight to the bedroom in the far corner, with a woman named Nancy closely following him, reporting on Flora's condition over the past two days.

Maxwell paused at the door of the bedroom, and said in a faint tone, "I know, you may leave!" His voice was so indifferent, just like his cold appearance.

"Yes, Big Young Master." Nancy respectfully lowered her head and didn't dare to stay for another second, quickly turning and leaving.

Maxwell's well-defined right hand touched the doorknob and gently turned it to the right, opening the door. A freezing breath hit him, and he lifted his long legs and stepped in.

The blood-stained floor had been cleaned up, no longer the way it was when he left. His gaze swept around and landed on the large bed in the middle of the bedroom. The corners of Maxwell's mouth slightly lifted, deepening his ghostly smirk.

Taking a few strides, he carefully observed the pale-faced woman on the bed. At this moment, Flora's face was not only pale, but her lips were also turning purple. The wounds on her lips were now infected, with a few strands of blood seeping from the wounds. Disheveled hair scattered around the snowy white pillow, making her look no better than a dead person. Though her eyes were tightly shut, it was evident that she was not sleeping peacefully.

Maxwell grabbed a corner of the blanket and forcefully lifted it, causing the entire blanket to fall to the ground. On the white bed, a milky-white and naked body appeared before his eyes, covered with marks he had left from the previous night.

Seeing his handiwork, Maxwell was quite satisfied, and a cruel smile spread across his lips.

Flora on the big bed was awakened by a sudden cold and fierce breath, and couldn't help but shiver. However, her eyelids seemed to be as heavy as a thousand pounds, and she couldn't open them, although she really wanted to.

"If you don't open your eyes, I will throw you into the sea to feed the sharks."

A ghostly voice echoed softly, making Flora's heart skip a beat. She didn't recognize this voice, but she clearly remembered hearing it the night before she was violated! It was him-?! That man is more terrifying than a demon!