Slave To Love: My Life Is Empty Without You

The cloudy sky was as heavy as if it was about to collapse, and the torrential rain was constantly washing the muddy road.

The lightning flashed across the night sky, and a galloping Mercedes Benz rushed to the roadside. "Bang", a black figure was hit far away, heavily falling on the ground, splashing a large amount of cold water.

The car stopped at the side. A pair of high-heeled shoes stepped out of the car. The woman took the hand of the man beside her, and slowly walked to the man lying on the ground. She kicked the man's arm with her tiptoe and confirmed that he was still alive. A sarcastic smile appeared on her red lips.

"Don't pretend to be dead if you are still alive, Marcus. I told you not to pester me again. Next time, I can't guarantee that you can go back alive."

The man beside her also said, "Did you hear that? Tracy just played with you for fun. She is engaged to me. Look at yourself. Who will like you since you are so poor? Don't make a fool of yourself. Get out of here! "

The man on the ground remained motionless, and the two of them seemed to feel bored. They talked while holding the umbrella and gradually returned to the car.

The car drove away and disappeared in the darkness.

It was still raining heavily.

The figure on the ground suddenly moved and looked up. The rain mixed with blood slid down the firm line, and a pair of deep black eyes gradually emerged a breathtaking dark light

Another bolt of lightning streaked through the sky, and a huge thunder exploded!

"Ah --" in her sleep, Tracy Dong sat up abruptly, with a look of panic on her face. She gasped for breath, and her body, which was covered with cold sweat, felt cold all over with a cold wind.

It was this dream again.

How many years had she been dreaming about this?

Looking at the darkness in the bedroom, she slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The scene in her dream lingered in front of her. Her heart ached slightly. Although it was not strong, it was so clear and deep into the bone

Five years ago, after she broke up with Marcus Jing, Marcus disappeared completely, as if he had never been in the world. She had gone to his place to look for him several times, but the neighbors nearby said that they hadn't seen him. He seemed to be dead and there was no news of him.

This had become a knot in her heart that could not be solved.

"Manager Dong, are you awake? " There was a knock on the door. Then there came Bella's voice, "Come out as soon as you wake up! Someone is stirring up trouble in the front hall... "

As a bartender in the restaurant, Bella was quite familiar with her.

"...... Okay, I see. I'll be right there. " After being stunned for a while, Tracy stood up and began to change her clothes.

As soon as she walked out of the lounge, her hand was grabbed by Bella. The two of them hurried through the corridor, and there were obscene sounds coming from the rooms on both sides, which gave her an illusion that she was in a dream now.

In just five years, she had changed from the eldest daughter of the Dong group to the current night club manager. She was almost used to it, but deep in her heart, she still had a faint resistance to her work.

The moment she pushed the door open and walked in, the deafening heavy metal music began to ring crazily. However, the men and women who were usually dancing stopped at the moment, and the crowd gathered around to watch the fun.

"Excuse me, please." Tracy squeezed through the crowd and came to the middle. She finally saw the two figures in front of her.

"Bastard, you are so unlucky to provoke me today! Let me tell you, if you don't lick the wine on my shoes by yourself, this matter will not be over! "

The one who was cursing was a regular customer of the shop. It was said that he ran several companies and was a rich boss. Tracy's head boss had a good relationship with him, and her boss often taught these girls who drank with customers to please the big boss and not to offend him.

But the more powerful he was, the angrier he was. Judging from his red face, it was obvious that he was just drunk and making trouble out of nothing.

Tracy didn't like this snobbish man, but for the sake of the shop's business, she had to go there.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Randal? Why are you so angry? What happened? " Having worked in the night club for so long, she had already learned how to act to cater to the needs of these upstarts. It was more than enough to deal with these brainless upstarts.

The moment Randal saw her face clearly, a smile appeared on his angry face. He casually held her in his arms and said, "it's all because of this bastard. I'm here for fun today. He blocked my way and made me spill all my wine on my shoes. My shoes are customized high-grade foreign goods. Can you afford it?"

"Oh, don't be angry, Mr. Randal. It's not worthwhile to be angry. It may dose harm to your health." Tracy smiled. At the same time, she looked in the direction indicated by Randal. In a short time, the smile on her lips was completely frozen.

The familiar and handsome side face appeared countless times in her dream, and every line and outline were deeply imprinted in her bones. She was very familiar with his every move, his eyes and frown, but compared with the past, they were more mature and steady.

He was also looking at her as well, with a flash of contempt in his deep eyes. "Oh, another meddlesome person?"

The toughness and indifference in his tone sounded particularly harsh to her.

"Mar... Mar... " He was still alive?

With her eyes wide open, she felt her whole body trembling, and her uncontrollable body could not even say a complete sentence.

In the end, she was pulled back to reality by Randal's scolding voice. She quickly looked away and swallowed, "Mr.... Mr. Randal, please don't be angry. Don't lower yourself to the same level as him. He didn't mean to do it, right?"

Frowning, Randal looked at her and burped, "Tracy, you don't sound right. Why do you always protect an outsider? Don't forget that I'm the one who takes care of your business and gives you tips!"

"Of course I know... Come on, let me drink with you, okay? Don't be mad at him. " She grabbed his arm and wanted to take him away.

However, Randal snorted and touched his chin lustfully, "it's not impossible to intercede for him. How about this? If you stay with me tonight, this matter will be over. What do you think? Is it worth it?"

He had been coveting the beauty of Tracy for a long time, but this woman had always been self-centered. She only drank with others and didn't sleep with them. He had given her many gifts and tried many ways, but they didn't work. It just happened that she was so protective of the toy boy today, and he wanted to take this opportunity to sleep with her. He would have a good trip!

Tracy's face darkened. He was obviously making trouble for her.

If it was in normal times, she could find an excuse to deal with it. But today such a thing happened, Randal would obviously not stop until he achieved his goal.

She couldn't help but look back at Marcus again. If the two of them really made a scene, with the power and background of Randal, Marcus would definitely suffer losses.

Perhaps it was because she owed him a lot in the past, she finally gritted her teeth and nodded. "Okay, I promise you, Mr. Randal, let's stop it."

Randal burst into laughter and said, "Of course. Since you have asked, I won't take it seriously! I'll let him go."

After saying that, he directly held Tracy in his arms with one hand and waved to the waiter, "Prepare a quiet room. I will spend a good night with a beautiful woman tonight, ha ha..."

However, before he could finish laughing, a scream came out of his throat the next second.

"Ah --" Randal threw himself forward and almost fell to the ground. He turned around and shouted angrily, "who the hell kicked me?"

The man's tall figure slowly stepped forward and looked down at him. The cold air from his inside was almost frozen, and his low and dignified voice made people unable to breathe. "Remember, when you make trouble in the future, open your eyes wide and see clearly. Don't provoke someone you don't know."

"Who do you think you are? How dare you talk to me like that? !" Randal got up from the ground angrily. Being humiliated, he completely forgot what he had promised to Tracy. He just wanted to teach this ignorant brat a lesson!

After a loud roar, he rushed towards Marcus desperately, but the other side only turned a little bit and dodged his fist.

Marcus grabbed his hand and pulled him hard. As a result, Randal fell to the ground, wailing in pain.

"Bastard! Wait and see. I'll send someone to kill you! " Randal struggled to get up from the ground and ran away after saying something cruel.

Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Tracy was furious. She glared at Marcus and said, "You must be here to make trouble on purpose!"

It was not easy for her to protect him in front of others, but he not only didn't know how to repent, but also made it worse. How ignorant he was! He knew clearly that the other party was a big shot that he couldn't afford to provoke!

He turned his head slightly to take a look at her. They hadn't seen each other for so many years, but she had changed a lot. The innocence and confusion between her eyebrows were no longer the same as before, and there was a bit of worldly wisdom.

He looked at her with a faint smile and said sarcastically in front of everyone, "the noble daughter of a rich family in the past has now become a hostess of a night club. Where is your rich fiance? Is he willing to let you work in this kind of place? "

Tracy was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt that everyone's eyes were focused on her, either contempt or ridicule.

She knew that he hated her and humiliated her on purpose. These were all her debts and she had to pay them sooner or later. If he felt that it would be better...

Seeing that she didn't respond to his words, there was a slight dissatisfaction between Marcus's eyebrows. He reached out his hand to grab her chin, and suddenly bent down. His thin lips hooked, and the cold breath fell on her face. "You are a cheap material girl. You can sell your body for money. I think you are so abject. Poor you. Why don't you be my mistress and resume our relationship. What do you think? "

There was a deep irony in his tone, and every word was like a sharp knife cutting into her heart.

She had heard countless sarcastic remarks. She didn't care what others thought of her, but when these cruel words came out of his mouth, her heart, which was covered with bruises, would only be bloody. It really hurt.

In order to avoid being hurt, she had to protect herself in a disguised body, looking straight at him without fear, and sneered disdainfully, "Okay, as long as you pay enough money, I will go with you..."

He was stunned. Although he had expected such a result, when those obscene words really came out of her mouth, his eyes rolled up the overwhelming darkness, as if they could swallow a person's soul. "You are really suitable to be a bitch!"

Feeling a stabbing pain in her heart, Tracy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, her expression had returned to the original indifference. "Since you don't have money, don't waste time in this kind of place. My one hour is very expensive. You can't afford it."

Her expression and words reminded him of the heavy rain five years ago. She looked at him with the same expression and disdain, like a blunt knife pulling back in his heart.

Why?

Why was she still so arrogant after she became a hostess? Why could she do it again after she hurt him?

Just as Tracy was about to turn around and leave, the man suddenly blocked her way. He slowly took out a stack of bills from his arms and threw them at her face--

"Is this money enough to buy you a night?"

The red cash flying all over the sky was particularly eye-catching. It was scattered on the ground, and the surrounding crowd began to scramble on the ground to catch the money. The scene was very chaotic.

Tracy looked at Marcus in disbelief. The ambiguous and ironic smile on his face was like a heavy hammer hitting her heart. She stopped breathing and finally couldn't help shouting, "Are you crazy! Go to the hospital as soon as possible! I don't have time to be mad with you! "

After saying that, she ran away without looking back.

She hid in her own lounge and leaned against the wall, sliding to the ground. Tears finally welled up from her eyes. Her little body curled up in a corner. She held herself, trembling slightly.

Although she had thought how much he hated her, she thought she would never meet him again in her life. Even if he hated her, she would not feel so clearly and she could find an excuse to forget the pain.

But now he really stood in front of her. All his behaviors told her how much he hated her. All her disguise and toughness collapsed at this moment.

She was so fragile in front of him.

After a long time, there was another knock on the door, and the voice outside was very anxious. "Ms. Tracy, Mr. Randal brought people here again, and they smashed the shop. The guests were scared away. What should we do...?"

Tracy opened her eyes slowly and stood up unsteadily. When she opened the door, she saw the little girl outside was so anxious that she cried out. She couldn't help frowning and said, "He came here again? What on earth did he want to do? "

As the two of them rushed to the hall, Bella sobbed and explained, "He asked us to give him a solution. Either hand over that man, or hand you over... Ms. Tracy, they... It looks so horrible. If you go there, something will happen to you... "

Tracy kept silent for a while and suddenly asked, "Has that man left?"

"No."

"Take me to him."

"Okay..."

The two of them were about to go to the floor where Marcus was. As soon as they reached the stairway, they saw him slowly walking down.

Without saying a word, Tracy rushed up, grabbed his arm and walked in the opposite direction.

"What do you want?" Marcus looked at her hand and frowned.

"Leave from the back door. They probably don't know that there is a back door in our shop. Hurry up and don't come back if you go." She took him to the back door and pushed him out regardless of his reaction.

"But those people are looking for me."

"I know. If you leave now, they won't be able to find you! Don't you bring us enough trouble? You can't afford to offend those guys. If you die here, no one will bury your corpse! " She roared, closed the door and locked it completely.

Through the glass door, Marcus stared at her receding figure. His chest seemed to be blocked by a lump of mud. He was depressed and had a very complicated mood.

She looked and acted as if she was worried that he would be bullied by those people.

What was this? After hurting him, she turned around to reward him with a candy. Did she think he would be grateful in this way? Could all the previous grudges be erased?

With a sneer, he turned around resolutely, and the black figure gradually disappeared in the night.

On the other side, Tracy had arrived at the hall at the moment. As Bella said, the whole hall was almost ruined, with broken glass and wine everywhere. Tables and chairs were overturned, and the strong smell of alcohol and heavy killing intent in the air made people breathless.

In the middle of the room, Randal was talking with Judy, who was in charge of the shop, with his legs crossed. His anger was temporarily subsided, but he said that he would either get an apology from Tracy and Marcus, or sue the shop.

As long as one was not stupid, he knew what it meant. He was rich and powerful. If he really went to the court, the wound caused by Marcus would be enough to make the shop pay a huge sum of money.

Things had developed into a deadlock, and someone must stand out to solve it.

Tracy didn't want to get the whole night club involved because of her, so she had to stand out and said sincerely in front of Randal, "Mr. Randal, it's our fault today. Please don't be angry. We will compensate you, okay?"

With wound on his face, Randal looked terrible. He said, "Compensation? Do I need your money? I've made it clear. Either let me take the man called Marcus Jing away, or you go back with me and stay with me for a month. I'll consider letting you go! "

Although Judy was the boss of this shop, she had always been timid, and she didn't dare to provoke a sugar daddy like Randal. She quickly pulled Tracy aside and said, "Tracy, it's all your fault today. Although you are a manager and seldom accompany guests, this time, Mr. Randal has said that you must be responsible for solving this matter!"

She looked at Randal up and down, lowered her head, and replied in a tired voice, "I know. I will agree to his conditions..."

After the conditions were settled, the anger on Randal's face was gone. He said complacently, "Don't worry. I will treat you well after you follow me! This limited edition bag is for you. Do you like it? "

Tracy took the bag and lowered her eyes, "Thank you, boss."

Randal got the beauty. With a wave of his hand, Randal took a dozen of his men who had stirred up trouble in the hall with him. Then they walked towards the door in a large group.

When they arrived at the door, Randal found something wrong. There was a black Bugatti blocking the spacious door. The moment he and his group walked out of the night club, the door opened and a middle-aged man in a suit got out of the passenger seat.

As soon as Randal saw the face of the other party, his face changed greatly. He walked over timidly and bowed, trembling, "President?! Why are you here? Come out for fun? "

"For fun?" The middle-aged man sneered and his face was full of anger. "Randal Cheng, I didn't know that you were such a person in private! If I had known it earlier, I would have removed your position as general manager! It's so embarrassing to make trouble in other shops! "

"Mr. President. I know I was wrong! It was all my fault! I dare not come to this kind of place again... Well, Tracy, it's none of your business here. You'd better go back with your friends and have a rest. I'll ask someone to bring the compensation for the damaged things in your shop in two days! " Randal smiled with a flattering smile. His attitude changed from a boss to a turtle in an instant.

The dramatic scene made everyone feel inconceivable. Tracy curiously looked at the chairman, who was also looking at her and nodded to her.

She didn't think she had anything to do with this stranger. Why did he suddenly help her?

Did he just receive the news and specially come to teach Randal a lesson?

"Mr. President, can I handle it in this way?" With a flattering smile, Randal approached the middle-aged man and asked politely.

"Damn it!" The man couldn't help but pull his tie angrily. He pointed at Randal's nose and scolded, "you bastard, do you know what you have done today? Let me tell you, no one can protect you today! Son of the bitch!"

After saying that, the man went back to the car and knocked on the window of the driver's seat. With a sincere apology on his face, he said, "Sir, he is here. It's up to you what to do with him!"

Hearing this, the onlookers began to discuss.

The chairman of the board, who could make Randal afraid of him, even had to be respectful and humble to him.

What was the background of the so called sir?

Of course, many smart people had guessed that the so called sir should be the CEO of the Jing group and the master of the Jing family. It was said that the Jing family was powerful. Its members were not only powerful in the business world, but also important in the political field. They could do whatever they wanted. No wonder the president of a private enterprise like Randal's boss didn't dare to provoke him.

In the car, a pair of deep eyes fell on Randal's face. A delicate and slender hand, like a piece of art, stretched out the window and knocked the ash from the cigarette end. The simple action, however, revealed a noble and elegant taste.

Then the door opened, and the man's figure slowly stepped out. His black overcoat set off his tall and handsome figure, delicate features and outline, and a pair of deep black eyes, like a wolf hidden in the night, sharp and penetrating. There was a sly smile on his lips, which added to his charm.

Elegant and evil, the two totally different temperament combined perfectly on him.

"Wow, isn't he the handsome man who was just bullied? How could he become a rich guy now? "

Many girls there couldn't help whispering when they saw this scene.

Looking at the familiar face, Tracy's mind went blank.

"You... Aren't you that bastard? " Randal pointed at Marcus Jing in disbelief.

"Who are you calling! Do you want to die? !" The chairman kicked Randal to the ground and pushed him down in front of Marcus. "Kneel down and apologize to Mr. Marcus!"

Looking at the chairman's respectful attitude towards Marcus, Randal seemed to suddenly understand something and his face turned deathly pale.

Looking at the scene in front of him, there was a hint of banter in Marcus's eyes, as if he was watching a good play outside. He said slowly, "President Lin, your manager Randal just asked me to wipe his shoes with my mouth, or he won't stop. What do you think?"

The more calm his tone was, the more soul stirring it was from his mouth.

President Lin was so scared that he took a step back. He was afraid that he would be implicated by this bastard, so he scolded, "What are you waiting for?! How dare you speak rudely to Mr. Marcus! I think it is you who should clean the shoes! Hurry up! "

Randal was shocked and his face turned pale. He often bullied others with his power, and he knew better what the miserable consequences would be if he offended someone who was superior than him. Even if he was unwilling, he had to bite the bullet and climb to the front of Marcus and slowly bent down.

At this critical moment, Marcus suddenly took a step back and kept a distance from him. He still smiled, but there was a bit of disgust in his tone. "You are willing to do such a disgusting thing, but I don't want to see it. Get out."

"Get out of here!" President Lin cursed.

Randal nodded his head in panic. He got up from the ground in a hurry and fled, as if escaping from the horrible hell.

After he went far, President Lin suggested with a smile, "Mr. Marcus, it's getting late. How about having a cup of tea at my place? By the way, let's talk about the development plan of the scenic spot... "

"No, thanks," said Marcus, withdrawing his gaze slowly. "I'll hand over the development program to your company. I'll have the contract delivered tomorrow. I have something to do. Goodbye, President Lin."

After saying that, he left the ecstatic President Lin and slowly approached the door of the night club.

He took a glance at the pale Tracy in the corner, with a hint of playfulness flashing in his eyes. Then he walked in surrounded by a group of hostesses.

The hall was still in a mess after it was destroyed, and there were few guests. Fortunately, the business of the private room and the second and third floor was still running as usual.

"This is the compensation for the damaged items in the shop. After all, it was me who started it. I'm familiar with your boss. Just forget what happened today." Marcus took out a check and handed it to Judy.

Although others didn't know how much it was, judging from Judy's expression, it must be a big sum of money.

"Thank you, Mr. Marcus! What are you talking about? It's our honor to have you here! It was all Randal's fault. Let's stop talking about him. Mr. Marcus, I'll book a private room for you to have a rest. Do you know any girls? I'll ask them to serve you! "

"Yes..." He replied lightly and looked at someone slowly.

Judy followed his sight and shouted, "Tracy Dong! Come here! "

Tracy met the unfathomable eyes of Marcus and felt very nervous. She frowned and said, "Judy, you know I don't drink with others."

Judy was afraid that she would neglect her sugar daddy, so she pulled her aside and persuaded, "Silly girl, don't you want such a rich and handsome boss? If it weren't for him, you would have gone to accompany Randal today! I don't care how you know him. Since he likes you, it's your fortune! For the sake of our shop's business, you have to serve him well! "

Tracy was choked by Judy's words. After a lot of persuasion, she had to agree.

People like them, who lived in the bottom of the society, had no right to be choosy about life.

Judy booked the best private room for Marcus, took Tracy back to the lounge, washed her clean and got her dressed up, and sent her to the door like a gift.

Standing in front of the door, Tracy pulled the few pieces of cloth on her body uncomfortably. She knew what would happen to her after entering the room. She only hoped that after this time, she could completely draw a clear line between her and him and bury the past in her memory forever...

After hesitating for a while, she finally opened the door and walked in slowly.

In the dim light, the warm air was filled with a faint smell of alcohol. The man's slender figure was reclining on the sofa, lazily shaking the goblet in his hand. His handsome side face had an unfathomable smell.

He seemed to hear the noise at the door, he slowly glanced at the woman's figure with his charming eyes. She was dressed in an bunny girl suit, and every move was full of temptation.

A faint sneer floated out of his nose. "Dressed like this?"

With an expressionless face, Tracy put the red wine on the table and said, "Judy forced me to wear it."

"What? Do you mean nothing else? " Suddenly, he reached out and held her in his arms. He bent over and pressed her against the sofa. His fingertips swept across her face. "Don't pretend to be pure and lofty in front of me. I can see clearly what kind of person you are five years ago. Tell me, how much money do you need to be willing to give yourself to me? "

He humiliated her undisguisedly, just like his hatred, coming more directly than anything else.

Tracy slowly lowered her eyes, with a touch of coldness in her eyes covered by her long eyelashes.

When she saw him get out of the car at the door of the shop just now, she knew very well that the man in front of her was no longer the man who was neither rich nor powerful and was looked down upon by others. He was just a big shot that everyone had to respectfully call him "Mr. Marcus"

Marcus had died in the heavy rain and in her memory. The man in front of her was just a stranger.

"Mr. Marcus," said Tracy sarcastically with a slight smile on his red lips, "Since you are rich and powerful, why do you come to embarrass us?"

"Do you think I will let you go if you say so?" He sneered, "Tracy, you know that I have never been a broad-minded person. When you decided to betray me and marry a rich man, you should have known that this day will come! And don't expect me to let you go by pretending to be pitiful to get sympathy! "

He admitted what he had done without any fear. Yes, after watching her leave with another man, he swore that one day he would let her taste the pain he had suffered. For this, he had gone all out to fight for his current position and achievements...

He came back here to humiliate her and watch her compromise.

"Since this is what you want... Then go ahead. " She closed her eyes wearily and didn't want to struggle any more.

Maybe he was right. This was the retribution. She owed him, and she should return all to him.

The woman lying in front of him was full of temptation. His figure slowly bent down, and his breath gradually became other heavy. His deep eyes were covered with a layer of mist, somewhat fascinated and somewhat intoxicated, but soon he woke up, and was replaced by a deep darkness.

"It's boring to play like this. If you want to play, just play something exciting." A devilish smile appeared on his lips again. He took out his wallet and threw all the cash on the table. He said lazily, "You take the initiative. If I'm satisfied with your service, all these belong to you. What do you think?"

The reason why she betrayed him was that she wanted to marry a rich man and get money?

A woman like her could do anything for money.

Tracy slowly opened her eyes and looked at the cash on the table. Her expression did not change, but her eyes were completely gloomy.

"I'm sorry. I don't know how to do those things. If you want, I can find a girl who is specialized in this kind of business..."

"What? Not enough? " He sneered and raised his eyebrows. "How much do you want? As long as you ask, I can..."

"Marcus Jing," she suddenly raised her voice, looked straight into his eyes and said word by word, "Since you're already a powerful man, why do you have to make things difficult for a person like me? Your life will be great in the future. Isn't it good to let what happened in the past become memories? If you insist, I'll let you hit me once. I won't tell you whether I'm alive or dead! "

Marcus didn't expect her to say these words all of a sudden. He was stunned for a moment, and then an overwhelming anger surged up in his heart.

She would rather let him hit her than lower her head and repent what she had done in front of him?

"What's the use of your life? Well, since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish! "

The sparks in his eyes seemed to be about to spill out. He pulled her into his arms, bent over and pressed her against his chest. His thin lips were right beside her earlobe. His low and hoarse voice was full of charm. "If you are tortured to death later, don't cry for mercy..."

His broad palm slid down slowly and swept past her slender waist.