PLAYER: DIRTY DOLL

"Your period is over?"

"Yeah."

"7 PM. Come find me."

Rose looked at the man's cold message on Facebook and smirked before replying with a single word: "Okay."

At that moment, she was riding her motorcycle with a few teammates, racing through the mountain roads.

Seeing that it was already past six, she twisted the throttle.

On her high-end Harley, worth hundreds of thousands, she sped through winding mountain roads, arriving at a secluded villa by the water.

She removed her helmet and gloves, then stepped into the living room-

The grand hall was elegant yet cold, exuding an air of mystery and detachment.

The man was reclining on the sofa, smoking silently, as if he had been waiting for her.

Through the haze of smoke, his sharp, chiseled features were strikingly handsome-so perfect that he almost looked unreal.

Rose didn't bother with pretense. As she walked toward him, she began undressing...

She shrugged off her jacket, letting down her long hair, instantly transforming from a cool, valiant biker girl into a sultry beauty.

Standing before him, she lifted her long legs and straddled his lap!

Casually, she snatched the half-burnt cigarette from between his fingers,

took a slow drag, exhaled a delicate stream of smoke, then pushed it back between his lips.

"Should I take a shower first?" She wrapped her arms around his neck, her enchanting gaze locked onto his.

"No need."

He hooked her chin with his fingers, his thumb brushing over her soft lips before he leaned in and kissed her-fiercely, possessively.

She met his passion with equal intensity, wild and deep.

His touch ignited tiny flames across her skin, sending electric currents through her body...

His name was Alexander.

A year ago, Rose had been surfing in the deep waters of Hawaii when a shark attacked her. He saved her life.

That exhilarating encounter led to a night of uninhibited passion.

After returning home, they established a cliché contract lover relationship.

He fulfilled all her financial needs, while she was at his beck and call, satisfying his unpredictable physical cravings.

After a year of sleeping together, all she knew about him was his name. His true background? A complete mystery.

Not that she cared.

All she knew was that every time they met, she could indulge in the most primal, intoxicating pleasure.

Like tonight, where they skillfully unraveled each other's bodies, moving from the living room to the master bedroom upstairs-clothes strewn across the floor.

He was ruthless and relentless, unleashing his deepest, rawest desires...

An hour later, the storm finally settled.

Rose lay against the headboard, completely drained, unwilling to move.

Meanwhile, Alexander had already showered and dressed, restoring his usual cold and abstinent demeanor-the epitome of a high-quality, elite man.

Lighting a post-coital cigarette, he exhaled slowly, his deep gaze locked onto her.

Watching her absentmindedly playing a mobile game, already detached from their earlier passion, his expression grew complicated...

This woman-he had always known-was nothing more than a reckless, free-spirited little vixen.

Yet, for some reason, he still felt irritated. He took a sharp drag of his cigarette, his mood unreadable.

Then, he picked up his phone and made a transaction.

Moments later, Rose's phone chimed with a bank notification.

Opening it, she found a wire transfer from Alexander's account.

The string of zeros made her eyes blur for a second.

She counted carefully-seven zeros after the one.

Ten million.

Just as she was wondering if he had accidentally added an extra zero, the man's cold voice broke the silence:

"This is the last time we'll see each other. Don't contact me again."

"..." Rose was briefly stunned. "Why?"

She wasn't feeling sentimental-just curious.

Alexander stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and stated coldly, "I'm getting married next month. Take the money and disappear from my life."

"Married?"

Rose felt no waves of emotion upon hearing this. Instead, she chuckled lightly and teased, "I thought you already had a wife and kids! Well, congratulations!"

His eyes darkened imperceptibly as he stared at her in silence.

Thinking of that ten million, Rose was genuinely afraid he'd change his mind if she wasted even a second. So, she swiftly got dressed.

She hopped in front of him, draped her arms around his neck, and playfully kissed his cheek. "Then I'll gladly accept the money. Thank you, Mr. Williams! You're so good to me!"

Seeing the mischief and nonchalance in her eyes, Alexander felt an even greater sense of disgust. He shoved her away.

"You can leave now. And remember-disappear completely." His voice was low and firm.

"OK!"

Right in front of him, Rose pulled out her phone and, without hesitation, blocked his number and deleted him from Facebook. "Now you'll never hear from me again. Rest assured."

As she spoke, she fished her bra out from under the sheets and slipped it on. Then, turning her back to him, she tilted her head slightly. "Here, give me a hand."

His face remained dark, but he still fastened the clasp for her with practiced ease.

"I'm off then. I've got a late-night snack date with a younger guy-no need to waste each other's time."

She leaned in close, her breath teasing his ear. "Goodbye, sugar daddy."

Ignoring the storm brewing in his eyes, Rose grabbed her things and dashed downstairs.

She suited up, swung her long legs over her bike, and roared off into the night.

Under the pitch-black sky, against the howling wind, she accelerated-throttling nearly to the max. Effortlessly, she leaned into sharp turns, weaving through traffic with precision.

The deafening roar of her engine drew glances from surrounding drivers.

But she reveled in these moments of reckless abandon. It was the ultimate stress relief-letting all worries scatter with the wind.

Beyond motorcycles, she was obsessed with surfing, skydiving, rock climbing, and racing-anything that flirted with danger.

She loved the thrill of extreme sports just as much as she enjoyed straightforward, no-strings-attached relationships.

Wild, uninhibited, and utterly detached-she never let herself get tangled in petty emotions.

And yet, that night, lying in bed at home,

Alexander's face kept flashing through her mind. She replayed scenes from the past year-their countless rendezvous, and their final encounter tonight.

She actually had trouble falling asleep.

Though, considering the ten million, she figured her insomnia was probably just excitement...

For the next month, Rose had completely pushed Mr. Williams out of her mind.

If she wasn't off on an adventure with her extreme sports crew, she was out drinking with her girlfriends-living freely and unbothered.

Of course, she had a legitimate career too.

Passionate about animals, she had studied veterinary medicine abroad for several years. After returning home, she started her own pet hospital.

With her natural talent in the field, the business thrived-she had already opened three branches.

That afternoon, just as she wrapped up a mountain of work at the clinic, her phone rang.

Seeing the caller ID, her heart sank.

She answered, irritation lacing her voice. "What do you want?"

"Rose, today is your aunt's birthday. Come home to The Crawford family for dinner tonight."

The voice on the phone belonged to none other than Rose's biological father-Peter.

"..."

Normally, she wouldn't even bother answering his calls, let alone set foot in that house.

But considering that she had an important matter to resolve, she hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing.

Rose rarely spoke about her wretched family history.

When she was very young, her father had an affair-with her own aunt. The affair eventually led to her mother's depression and, ultimately, her tragic death.

Her aunt then took her mother's place as the new wife, and Rose became nothing more than an unwanted outsider in the household.

At the age of ten, Peter sent her abroad. Apart from the bare minimum of financial support, he offered her no fatherly love-essentially leaving her to fend for herself.

Now that she was financially independent, her greatest wish was to remove her name from The Crawford family registry, gain legal independence, and sever all ties with her biological father once and for all.

With this goal in mind, she set off for The Crawford family home at around four or five in the afternoon.

Half an hour later, her car rolled into an affluent neighborhood, stopping in front of a grand European-style villa.

Inside the living room, Peter was seated on the sofa, speaking on the phone.

Her stepmother, Catherine, was busy instructing the housekeeper. When she saw Rose, an unmistakable look of disgust crossed her face.

"Didn't I tell you today is your aunt's birthday? And you show up empty-handed?" Peter reprimanded her.

Rose didn't bother with pleasantries. "I'm not here for a birthday celebration. I came to take the household registry and officially remove my name from it."

Peter: "..."

Catherine's eyes narrowed as she took in Rose's limited-edition Hermès handbag and her ensemble of luxury brands from head to toe.

With a cold sneer, Catherine scoffed, "So that's why you suddenly want to split from the family... Looks like you found yourself a sugar daddy?"

Rose smirked. "That's right. I recently snagged an old man-he's even older than my father. He casually throws millions at me, so I'm not short on money these days."

"You ungrateful disgrace!"

Peter flew into a rage, pointing at her furiously. "You spend your days whoring around-do you have any shame left?! Do you want to completely ruin my reputation?!"

"Shame?"

Rose arched a brow, her tone laced with sarcasm. "Sorry, my parents died young. I was born without a conscience and raised without morals. I've never learned what shame is. But if you knew anything about shame, you wouldn't have done such disgusting, disgraceful things back then."

"You-"

Peter trembled with fury, gritting his teeth. "Do you really think I can't control you anymore?!"

"..."

Rose turned away, unwilling to waste another word on this old bastard. "Enough nonsense. Hand over the household registry. I'm changing my surname, and when I die, you won't even have to bother with my funeral."

"Cutting ties with The Crawford family isn't that simple!"

Catherine, with the arrogance of a matriarch, declared, "Your father and I have raised you for over twenty years. Do you think we'd just let you walk away for free? If you want out, you have two options-"

"Either you repay every penny we've spent on you, with interest-"

"Or you accept the marriage I've arranged for you. Once you're married, your household registry will transfer naturally, and you can sever ties however you please."

That so-called "marriage" was nothing more than selling Rose off to a wealthy businessman's disabled son, in exchange for business resources for The Crawford family.

Rose scoffed at the utter shamelessness in Catherine's voice. "Catherine, do you actually think you have me under your thumb?"

"No household registry? Fine. Then we'll take it to court."

She fixed her gaze on the woman who had driven her mother to her death, then smirked as she delivered a brutal reminder:

"When that happens, the whole world will learn the truth-that the 'prestigious' Catherine was merely a foster daughter of The Simon family, who repaid their kindness by seducing The Simon family's son-in-law."

"You clawed your way up by stepping over corpses-forcing your foster parents to their graves, stealing The Simon family's pharmaceutical empire, and fabricating a noble reputation for yourself. Let's see how long you can keep up your act in high society."

"Shut up!"

Catherine's face went deathly pale, her deepest secret exposed. Enraged, she raised her hand to slap Rose.

But Rose was faster-she caught Catherine's wrist mid-air and slapped her right back!

"Y-You... you...!"

Catherine's eyes widened in shock. She couldn't believe that this little bastard had dared to hit her back!

"Mom!"

At that moment, Catherine's daughter, Daisy, walked in just in time to witness the scene. She rushed over in a panic. "Mom, are you okay?! Did she hurt you?!"

"That little bitch actually dared to lay hands on me! I-" Catherine was seething with hatred, ready to launch at Rose again.

But then, she froze.

Her gaze was locked on someone at the entrance.

Rose followed her line of sight and turned around-only to see a tall, austere man stepping into the room.

The moment he appeared, the temperature in the entire living room seemed to drop several degrees.

And when Rose finally recognized his face-

Her heart clenched violently.

How... how could it be him?!