Captivated By Devil: Exclusive Love For You

"Anybody here?" Sheryl Shen cautiously opened the door and peered inside the room. Even in the dark, she could tell that, in her simple, shabby clothing, she was out of place in such a luxurious suite.

Her bright eyes fluttering uncertainly, she closed the door and sealed her fate.

In front of the French windows, a tall, dark figure stood motionless, blending into the dark seamlessly like a shadow.

The sound of the newcomer interrupted his silence, he turned his handsome profile slightly to turn his cold, glittering eyes toward the woman who had just entered. He was holding a hairpin in his hand and gently twirling it with his long, nimble fingers.

Damon Tuoba was the only heir to the Tuoba family. He was an elusive person. The media rarely revealed his private information, and the only photo that the public had ever scene was an old one from the military that was posted in a weekly magazine.

It was said that the mysterious young man's bravery was unmatched, and all sorts of rumors about him were mainstays in online forums and tabloids.

Such a man was like the sun in the sky, so bright that it hurt the eyes and just as unreachable.

Hidden in the cloak of darkness, he didn't say anything.

"No one is here?" Sheryl felt a little relieved by the lack of answer, but she kept biting her lip worriedly.

Once she had signed the agreement, there was no way out for her.

Sheryl frowned and summoned up the courage to ask once more, "Is there really no one here? I'm here to..."

Damon dropped the hairpin and finally turned, throwing a frigid glare toward the intruder and sauntering toward the woman.

"Get out!" he ordered.

Sheryl jumped in surprise at the snarl, and unease filled her.

This deal had turned her into nothing but a tool for giving birth.

She had been ordered to stay in the room for three consecutive days, and she couldn't break any of her employer's requirements.

Then, she would have to stay at the villa until she finally gave birth to a baby.

She hated the arrangement, but she had no choice.

She had meant to wait quietly for the night to pass. Even if nothing had happened, no one would find out, right?

Gradually, a strange sound drifted to her ears.

"What's wrong with you?" Sheryl asked in surprise. "Are you not feeling well? Do you need me to call someone..."

"Shut up!" Damon growled between gritted teeth.

Her heart skipped a beat.

"Get out of here!" In the next moment, a tall figure loomed menacingly over her, his cold and overwhelming aura making her feel cornered like prey.

"The door was locked from outside when I came here. I can't open it now," Sheryl explained, stumbling over the words. In the next second, a hard, cruel hand grasped her chin, drawing a wince of pain from her lips.

"You want to sleep with me, don't you?" His cold, sarcastic tone felt like a slap in her face.

Sheryl's eyes narrowed, and she fell back into the habit of biting her bottom lip with her teeth.

"It seems that you know nothing, so violate the contract! I quit!" As soon as Sheryl finished her words, a pair of large, strong hands painfully clamped her shoulders.

She wanted to push the man away, but then he gripped her soft hands in his.

"Ah!" A small scream escaped her as she was slammed against the wall.

No matter how hard she struggled, the hands encircling her waist didn't budge. Instead, they slowly traveled up her spine, as if making the owner familiar with her body.

Her eyes wide open in the darkness, Sheryl yelled, "What are you doing? Do you want to kill me? Let me go! Help!"

However, her scream didn't stop him.

"Let me go! It hurts!" Her breath was caught in her throat. "You evil man! It hurts! I quit! I'm leaving!"

She didn't know what kind of man she had offended.

"Do you want to leave now?" the man drawled in her ear, and the hands gripping her slackened. Damon watched as Sheryl wrenched herself from his grasp and made a dash for the closed door.

The man slipped a strong arm around her slim waist as she launched a desperate attempt to leave the room. "You stupid woman, only now you want to leave? Well, it's too late."

Then, his arm tightened, bringing her closer to his body.

"You will beg me..."

"You will beg me." The flippant voice seemed to come straight from hell. In the next instant, Damon bit her lips and felt the tears that had, against her will, streamed down her face.

"Damn it!" he cursed. 'Am I forcing her?'

Damon braced his weight against the wall with one hand, and his fingers bit into her jaw and forced her head up. "Come on! Look at me!" he commanded in a harsh growl.

"You evil man! I want to nullify the contract!" The hand on her face gradually slackened and then moved away. Sheryl raised her head and looked into his eyes, her heart feeling like it would beat right out of her chest.

Fortunately, there was no light around. She couldn't see his face clearly, and neither could he see hers.

Thus, he probably did not know that she was quaking with fear.

Two days ago, when Damon was still in Las Vegas, he received a call from his family, saying that his grandfather, Phil Tuoba, was on his deathbed. The old man wanted to see him for the last time.

However, he rushed to his grandfather's side only to see him playing poker with others, as healthy as before.

He was duped!

Tonight, they had arranged for a strange woman to come to his room.

Suddenly, a need to see the woman's face burned through him.

Damon pressed the light switch, but the room frustratingly remained dark because of faulty wiring.

"Who are you? What's your name? How did you get in?" Once again, he grasped Sheryl's chin and turned her face toward him as he asked his questions in a cold voice.

Sheryl thought of the elegant, noble woman before. The servants all called her Mrs. Tuoba, so she assumed that she was Damon's mother.

Cynthia Tuoba said to her, "Damon's grandpa has been in poor health, and we are worried about him. He needs a grandchild to cheer him up. However, that is not the point. The point is that my son stands to inherit everything of Tuoba family, so he needs a son to consolidate his position."

'Why did you come to me?' Sheryl asked.

"People like you shouldn't naively think that you can get anything from us just by giving birth to a baby. I hope that you can live up to my expectations and not let me down. I like you very much, Miss Shen. I've seen thousands of young women, and I think you're a good one."

This was Cynthia's explanation-unreasonable and unconvincing.

"Who are you? Answer my question!" Damon lost his patience.

Sheryl remembered that Cynthia had explicitly ordered her not to tell Damon her name.

However, he was standing so close to her, which gave her an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

This feeling was mixed with something fatal and bewitching.

"Do we know each other?" she asked in a faint voice, as if in a trance.

"Is that possible?" Damon lowered his head toward hers and gave a chuckle that was devoid of amusement, as if she told a bad joke. He turned and leaned against the door. "You must be daydreaming!"

Humiliation burned unpleasantly within her. Sheryl thought, 'Did he just laugh?

That must mean that he is not in a terrible mood.'

"Get out of here." Even in the dark, Damon's eyes seemed pitch black.

She marveled at the lightning-fast changes in his expression.

"I can sing a lullaby! Would you like to listen to it?" Sheryl suggested randomly in order to change the topic.

Squinting his eyes, Damon turned around, unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it on the floor. Then, he turned his head to face her again.

Sheryl wisely held her tongue.

Then, she heard the sound of water flowing from the shower.

Ten minutes passed.

He walked towards the bed, a white bath towel wrapped around his trim waist.

He stripped the towel and threw it on the floor. Then, he frowned upon realizing that there was a strange woman in his room.

Exhausted, Sheryl had collapsed against the door. Her eyelids drooped, and her body felt like dead weights.

Suddenly, she felt arms scoop her up, and the room was spinning around her. Then, her body landed on the soft silk covers.

"Ah!"

Then, a heavy body unexpectedly pressed her down into the mattress.

Morning came. The sun slowly peeked from behind the YM Mountain and then flashed its full glory from the peak.

"Hello, Mrs. Tuoba." The clicking of high-heeled shoes resounded on the floor, and a servant attentively pushed the door open.

After entering the room, Cynthia, Damon's mother, stretched up to her full height. Her sharp eyes raked across the tiny room critically as she stood with her arms akimbo.

Sheryl didn't dare to ignore her. She stood up and addressed the older woman, "Mrs. Tuoba."

"What a good girl!" Cynthia suddenly realized something and then flashed Sheryl a meaningful glance.

Earlier, a servant told Cynthia an interesting tidbit-there was a suspicious blood stain on Damon's bed sheet.

Why was there blood? What went wrong?

Or, perhaps, did Sheryl leave that ridiculous trace on purpose in order to arouse Damon's pity?

Cynthia sneered.

"You are a beautiful young woman. There must be a lot of men chasing you, right?" The imposing woman walked forward and stood in front of Sheryl. After levelling her a contemplative gaze that swept her from head to foot, Cynthia raised a hand to draw her chin up.

Then, the ring that Cynthia was wearing around her thumb dug sharply into Sheryl's face even as the pleasant smile remained on her face.

With a frown of pain on her forehead, Sheryl repeated, "Good morning, Mrs. Tuoba."

As if on cue, last night's events replayed like a movie in her mind.

When she came here, she already knew what sufferings lay in wait for her.

"What a scheming woman! Never forget that you are just a tool. Don't expect him to care about you! Do you understand?" Cynthia patted her shoulder on purpose.

Sheryl recognized the warning in the other woman's tone and nodded.

"Good." Cynthia turned around to leave.

At that moment, a servant reminded her, "Mrs. Tuoba, your son is back, but..."

"What now?" At the thought of Damon came out to fool around with women early in the morning, Cynthia glared at Sheryl, complaining that she hadn't been able to keep him around.

Before the servant could say anything, Cynthia took a few steps forward and sent the glass windows flying open.

A harsh car horn blared.

People in the room looked out of the windows curiously.

Sheryl was no exception to the curious throng. She saw a red sports car parking beside the swimming pool. In the car, a handsome young man held a goblet in one hand and a fashion model of mixed race in the other. The couple had their heads bent close together, and they looked like they were just returning from a party.

Then, someone respectfully stepped forward and opened the door.

"Damon, your house is so big and beautiful! All of these belong to you, right?" the woman asked in a syrupy sweet voice.

With an arrogant leer curling his seductive lips, Damon replied, "Everything." The fact was, the Tuoba family's business conglomerate was shared by other relatives.

"You're so bossy. I find men with that kind of personality hot." With her eyebrows raised, making her eyes look wide and innocent, Lily, the model, leaned her upper half against Damon's arm. Noticing people eyeing them from the garret, she asked slyly, "No one will disturb us here, right?"

"I don't know." He quickly took off his sunglasses and turned around.

At that moment, Sheryl was stunned by a look at the man's entire face. He was fascinatingly handsome.

People had trouble peeling their eyes off him because of his elegant, charming countenance.

Besides, from this distance it looked like he was laughing.

"Someone will drive you back." After a short while, he withdrew his gaze. With a smile, he loosened his collar and walked towards the living room alone.

"Damon!" With an irritated huff, Lily threw up her hands and sarcastically addressed his back, "You're letting me go like this? I came here in your car. Why don't you give me a tour or invite me to breakfast? You took me here and then asked me to leave in this humiliating manner!"

Damon stopped in his tracks and responded in a casual tone, "You're feeling embarrassed, aren't you? Didn't you make a bet with those people to get me before?"

Although his tone was relaxed, there was a flash of displeasure in his black eyes. He was neither a puppet nor a toy that woman competed for.

"You..." Lily was stunned into silence. She didn't think Damon knew about it, including the fact that all high-born ladies were betting on landing him, the mysterious Tuoba heir.

All because no one had ever controlled him.

All because every woman wanted to date him.

All because his name, Damon Tuoba, means high status, thus attracting every woman.