Free to Love

In her snow-white dress, Sophie Nelson stood by the window and watched the other woman in front of her smile oddly. The woman said to Sophie without making a sound, "You're no match for me."

A nightmare then ensued for Sophie as the woman leaped from the window.

It was supposed to be Sophie's engagement day, but she had been framed up as a criminal.

Sophie's fiancé held the woman, who had fallen in a pool of blood, in his arms and cried out, vowing to avenge her.

The Nelson Family, as a result of this incident, kicked Sophie out of the house and decisively cut off all ties with her.

The court sentenced Sophie to eight years in prison, which meant that she would spend the best years of her life behind bars.

What awaited her in the future was endless darkness.

The icy sensation spread through Sophie's limbs, which made her shivered all over.

She snapped awake.

"Are you going to sleep in the bathtub all night?"

The male's deep voice was slightly teasing and full of impatience.

The handsome, firm-featured man had his hands clasped around his chest as if proclaiming his position as the master.

"I accidentally fell asleep," Sophie replied in an emotionless tone, involuntarily lowering her eyes.

The man was well-shaped and muscular, wearing only a towel that barely covered his lower body.

His skin was fine-tanned, and his muscles were tight and undulating, but not exaggerated, in just the right way.

Sophie dropped her head, nervously, "I'll be right there."

"I don't have time to wait for you!" the man said as he bent down to lift Sophie out of the tub. But the moment he touched her, he almost threw her out. "Damn it!"

The water in the bathtub had long since gone cold, also causing the woman's body to freeze.

The man could not help but burst out cursing, then fetched a dry towel and quickly cleaned her off before carrying her into the bedroom with broad steps and tossing her onto the king-size white bed. "Get under the covers and warm up your body."

Sophie felt dizzy from being dropped on the bed.

Seeing that she was not moving, the man said impatiently, "Hurry up! You're cold as an ice sculpture now. How do you want me to make love to you? I don't want to rape a corpse."

Sophie was speechless.

She ducked under the covers and watched the man turn to pour some wine. His shoulders were broad, his hips tight, his back sexy and inviting.

He was a man whose appearance was perfect to the point of being impeccable.

But his personality was bossy, fiery, and mean.

Sophie dropped her eyes, the intoxicating scent of red wine drifting into her nostrils.

"Don't you act reluctant. I'm the one who fished you out of jail and gave you your freedom. You have to give something back to me, right?" The man was holding a drink in his hand. Sophie kept her head down, so she did not see the wicked smile upon his lips.

"You're right." Sophie bit her bottom lip, good-naturedly, and did not argue.

It was not a forced deal between them but fair trade.

He had gotten her out of jail, thus, she was willing to serve him as his woman.

It seemed that the man wanted to keep her a mistress.

Actually, Sophie did not want that to happen. Also, so far, she did not even know the man's name.

So, this was just a hormonal deal between a man and a woman.

She had a lot to do, so she planned to leave this man after tonight.

"Have some wine." The man said in a leisurely tone, shaking the glass in his hand before handing it to the front of the woman.

"I don't want to drink it." She was afraid that she would not be able to follow through with her plans after drinking the wine.

The man narrowed his eyes. Whenever he wore such an expression, Sophie felt agitated, as if she were facing a fierce beast.

They had met each other no more than eight hours, but it seemed natural for her to catch the subtle changes in the man's mood.

"I want you to drink." The man's tone was overbearing and maniacal.

"I really don't want to."

For twenty years, Sophie had lived putting up with the hypocrisy of her adoptive parents, the ridicule from her classmates and friends, and the deceit of her fiancé.

As a result, being tolerant only resulted in sending her to jail.

She was not the man's maid and would not do all his bidding.

The man narrowed his eyes and stared at Sophie Nelson for a full ten seconds, then grinned, a smile that was evil but appeared noble.

He brought the glass of red wine to his lips, then lifted his neck and drained the alcohol in one swift motion.

His sexy throat squirmed, and there was liquor sliding down his chin and his muscular body like a sinuous snake. To the woman's eyes, it was also a fascinating view.

Sophie gulped and stared at the man, who turned to face her and then leaned towards her.

When their lips clung together, all kinds of emotions started to well up in the woman's heart. However, neither of the sweetness, sourness, soreness, or bitterness could blanket the unique scent of the man's hormones.

The man pinned her head with his hands to keep her from hiding, pressing his lips against hers as he said in a commanding tone, "Drink it!"

The spicy red wine in the man's mouth was forced down the woman's throat.

Sophie choked and even shed tears due to that.

"So sweet!" the man felt pleased.

"Sweet my ass!" the woman thought to herself.

Sophie found it hard to gulp down the wine in her mouth but dared not spit it out. It took her a good while to finally swallow it down.

Her body was warming up in the process.

The man's movements went from dominating to gentle.

The woman knew she could not get rid of what was going on, nor did she want to.

When the man's sturdy, hot body pressed into her, Sophie actively encircled his shoulders without regard to her twenty years of being reserved and said, "Sir, I have a request."

"What is it?" the man's mellow voice was tinged with inviting lust.

"This is my first time, but don't make it easy for me." She wanted to remember the pain to remind herself of her previous foolishness so that she would not make the same mistake again.

The man did not make an immediate reply. His deep-set eyes were like a magnetic whirlpool, which made Sophie blush all over.

His chest slightly trembled while he spoke with a vague smile, " So, you like exciting sex?"

Sophie's face reddened even more.

But how could she allow the man to belittle her?

She tilted her face up with a coquettish smile and replied in a tone of desire, "That's right."

"Fuck!" the woman's charming gesture made the man's desire almost erupt, and his body, which was already on the verge of losing control, could no longer endure the temptation in front of him.

The two of them enjoyed sex in the ultimate madness, after which they were like having just suffered a thunderstorm.

At one point, Sophie thought she was going to die under the man's body.

The man cradled the woman's exhausted body in his arms.

"Girl, was it exciting enough for you?"

Sophie did not know how to respond to the man's question.

The man was highly poisonous.

...

That night, the man embraced Sophie to sleep.

In the middle of the night, she suddenly opened her eyes and extracted herself from the man.

She looked back at the man lying on the bed, "Charlie Flores?"

The man had told her his name before bedtime.

Sophie's legs trembled uncontrollably, both from the exhausting sex and the panic she felt.

Charlie Flores was a name that could shake the entire Eastern Mainland. The owner of this name is mysterious, powerful, and known as the uncrowned king of the Eastern Mainland. And this terrifying man turned out to have slept with her.

Sophie was determined to leave the man despite his extreme noble status.

However, she was, of course, worried that the horrible man would come after her in the future.

Therefore, she decided to go somewhere far away.

He wanted to keep her a mistress, and he had slept with her, so she should have become less attractive to him. Thus, it would not take long for him to forget her.

Sophie got dressed and quickly fled the large, luxurious villa.

The next morning:

The man who awoke stared at the empty side of the bed, his face growing gloomy.

His assistant knocked on the door and walked into the room, "Sir, I've done what you've ordered."

Then the assistant presented two marriage certificates.

When he lifted his eyes to look at his boss's face, he realized that the man in the bed was going to lose his temper.

"Tell Josh Miller to bring Kim back." The man's voice was icy cold.

The assistant was confused.

Charlie clutched the two marriage certificates tightly in his hand and then said through gritted teeth, "Even if you have to search the entire Eastern Mainland, take that woman back to me!"

How could he allow the girl he exerted great effort to obtain to run away from him after only one night of sleeping together. Damn it!

Three years later.

The bus at rush hour was extraordinarily crowded, and the digital TV in the carriage was playing morning entertainment news.

"Jade Brown was officially discharged from the hospital at 9 a.m. on the 18th of this month. Jeremy Clark, the president of the Clark Group, accompanies her all the time. Jade has spent the last three years in the hospital due to Sophie Nelson's intentional attack against her. The award-winning actress is finally returning to the stage where she belongs. Jeremy declares that he will support Jade in every way he can. The romantic relationship between them is indeed touching."

Sitting in the seat, Sophie Nelson was now looking down, her head slightly bumping following the moving bus.

She was so close to the television that the broadcaster's voice was clearly audible to her even in the noisy background.

She lifted her head, revealing an ordinary face. She was wearing a pair of large glasses, thick bangs covering half of her little face. Her skin was dull yellow and her features were unremarkable.

She lifted one hand to adjust her glasses, and her sleepy eyes brightened up in an instant. Then she quickly tilted her head towards the window and twitched her lips.

Since she was leaning against the window, no one could see her expression at this moment. Otherwise, those who saw it would feel afraid.

Her expression was too eerie.

Though she was trying to curl up her lips into a smile, the gloom over her face was apparent, and a layer of coldness covered her facial features.

"It has been three years. You guys wait for me." Staring at the traffic outside from a higher position, the woman fell in thoughts.

Among the vehicles on the road, a silver-gray Maybach stood out. It was a stunning and well-designed sports car that looked distinguished, powerful, and classy, making the regular autos around seem dull.

However, though it was a superb vehicle, it could only be driven at low speeds during rush hour and endure the gaze of onlookers.

Those staring at it usually could only see a car like it in magazines. Thus, they were extremely curious to know who might be sitting in it.

Inside the Maybach, sitting in the passenger seat, a teenager was pressing his face against the window. The person driving the car had forbidden him to lower the window, so he could only observe what was happening outside through the dark-colored glass.

"Gosh!" the teenager suddenly shuddered.

"What's the fuss?" Asked the other man, whose contour of the face was clear-cut and hard.

His mellow, deep voice was tinged with a trace of deterrence.

The younger man calmed himself down. "There is a woman on that bus whose smile is so horrifying. I guess the weight of life is driving her crazy!"

The man was not interested in the teenager's exaggerated words. Noticing that the road had become much clearer, he sped the vehicle up and said in a cold voice.

"Josh Miller, behave well at school. If you..."

Before the man could finish his sentence, the teenager interrupted him by saying, "Uncle Charlie, I will behave definitely myself."

At the words, the golden-haired dog in the back seat stuck his head out at the teenager, sticking his tongue out and panting heavily.

Josh was taken aback and swiftly tilted his body to one side. "Oh, you! Kim!"

"Ho!" Charlie Flores sneered. "Even the dog doesn't believe in your words."

Josh, "..."

At Flowery City College.

The college was a posh private school belonging to the TB Group, whose students were primarily from wealthy and influential families and were flamboyant and arrogant.

Or, in other words, they were disobedient and undisciplined.

Looking at the newly reported guidance counselor, the director of teaching and discipline said meaningfully, "Miss Thompson, I'm afraid it's going to be hard for you."

"No worries." The ordinary woman looked docile and weak, a typical target to be bullied.

The director let out a sigh and looked at the woman's departing back.

He would not be surprised if his new colleague were going to be teased just like her previous counterparts by those naughty students.

The woman was called Maria Thompson.

Despite her weak appearance, she was actually a tough woman inside.

How could she allow anyone to push herself around?