Scars of Forever

Nivida's elite circles never lacked beautiful women, but someone as stunning as Diana Davis was rare.

Even rarer was a woman like Diana, highly educated, willingly seeking an arrangement. Frank Collins was more than happy to facilitate.

Diana stuffed the report into her bag and sent the photos to Frank.

Moments after, her phone rang with Frank's call. "Get ready. You'll be picked up tonight. You know what kind of deal this is, don't you?"

Diana murmured in agreement, saying nothing more.

Frank offered a few reassuring words before hanging up.

The report she printed was proof of her virginity. The Haynes family was among the city's most powerful, offering substantial money but with strict standards.

They wanted only virgins, preferably with impressive credentials.

Though the requirements were tedious, the payment met Diana's expectations.

When Diana arrived, the Haynes estate was hosting a lavish party, filled with prominent figures from the Nivida's high society.

Guests sipped champagne, switching effortlessly between different languages, some even discussing contracts. Diana watched with quiet envy, knowing she no longer belonged in such circles.

She was no longer the celebrated scholar from her university days, armed with scholarships and national awards.

Now, she was a woman who had accepted a deposit, awaiting inspection to become a contracted mistress.

On the way, she changed into a delicate, sheer white dress.

Frank had advised her that the client preferred an innocent look.

Her natural beauty, both alluring and refined, shone through in white, lending an indescribable purity compared to bolder colors.

Her long, dark hair cascaded like a siren's call, utterly captivating.

Diana pressed the doorbell. A servant glanced at her, asked no questions, and led her inside.

"Young master is upstairs," the servant said.

Diana nodded and headed up.

The door was slightly ajar. She knocked lightly and stepped inside.

"Excuse me, Mr. Haynes..."

Before she could finish, a hand shot out from behind the door, covering her mouth and pinning her against the frame.

The room was dark, curtains drawn, leaving Diana blind to her surroundings.

A distinctly masculine presence loomed over her.

The aura was overwhelmingly intense.

It reminded her, unbidden, of someone she once knew.

When he didn't speak, he carried the same oppressive weight.

Her skin prickled with goosebumps, her legs trembling.

She clawed at the hand over her face, struggling to cry out.

A man's voice rasped in her ear. "Be quiet."

Perhaps it was her imagination, but the voice sounded hoarse, strained, yet strangely familiar.

Diana froze, then quickly regained her senses.

Frank had described the client as refined, a gentleman.

She had arrived with faint hopes, thinking perhaps he was an older man seeking companionship, not necessarily more.

But the man behind her, though he spoke only two words, was clearly not that type.

If she missed her chance with the client, the contract-and the promised money-would slip away.

"I'm sorry, sir, I must have the wrong room. I'll just..."

Diana apologized cautiously, trying to edge toward the door.

Before she could move, her body was lifted off the ground.

The man carried her to the bed and set her down.

She barely had time to gasp before his heated body pressed against hers.

Her hands pushed against his chest, meeting warm, solid muscle that burned under her touch.

A broad hand slipped under her dress, finding soft skin and kneading gently.

"My grandpa sent you here for this, didn't he? Why pretend to be innocent? They even drugged me for you. And you act like you wandered into the wrong room. Quite the performance."

His tone was flat, devoid of emotion.

His words, though, cut sharp and cruel.

Pain flickered in Diana's eyes.

Unable to see his face, she tried to resist. "You've got the wrong person..."

He ignored her, and a ripping sound filled the air.

Her dress tore apart.

Strong hands forced her thighs apart.

His firm body pressed against her, sending a tingling heat through her core, though she struggled against it.

He pinned her flailing hands.

With a thrust, he entered her forcefully.

Feeling resistance, he paused, clarity flickering as he looked down at her.

"You're a virgin?"

Pain contorted Diana's face, leaving her speechless.

The arrow was notched, no turning back now.

He hesitated, then gripped her tightly, pressing himself deeper.