Chapter 1 Contract

• POV (HANNAH):
• The alarm beeped, and I groaned, burying my head under the sheets. I desperately wanted a few more minutes of rest, but I had a business dinner later in the evening and work in the morning.
• With a loud yawn, I forced myself to sit up, feeling the ache in my back. However, a sense of excitement crept in since payday was approaching.
• I hurried to the bathroom and took a quick shower before applying my makeup. It was a time-consuming process, but this meeting held great importance for the company's development.
• Dressed in a casual office attire, I made my way to the office.
• My name is Hannah, and I work as a clerk in a prestigious five-star hotel. While it wasn't my dream job, I loved it and managed well, thanks to the good pay.
• I arrived at the office a bit late, but it didn't bother me much. I had a brief conversation with the manager, who emphasized the importance of the meeting. However, I assured her that I understood and it would be fine. She gave me a strange look in response.
• In the evening, the person I was supposed to meet for the business dinner had just arrived at the airport. The executives and I went to pick him up.
• As described, he looked elegant, and there was an air of sophistication about him.
• Throughout the drive to the hotel, I could feel his intense gaze on my face. We settled down and began the meeting, but he kept prying into my personal life. I did my best not to annoy him and risk canceling the business meeting.
• "So... can you drink, Hannah?" Mr. Ryan asked, and a sudden urge to decline the offer washed over me. I raised my hand and pushed the drink away slightly, but the look in his eyes made it clear that declining wouldn't be a good idea.
• Reluctantly, I grabbed the cup and decided to impress him by downing the drink. It seemed to work, as he smiled and emptied his own cup.
• "Impressive. I suppose you'll have another since you're a good drinker," he said, and I immediately regretted finishing the entire cup.
• "Uhmm... I have to drive back home tonight, so I'd rather not drink," I replied. His expression changed, but I didn't care. I just wanted the meeting to end quickly.
• "Oh, come on, don't be a bore and have a drink," he insisted, but I wasn't ready to give in. "I honestly don't think I should," I asserted, and he gave me a strange look. "Come on, just this once and nothing else," he pressed, and I reluctantly agreed to take a sip.
• I grabbed the cup and downed its contents. "Okay, can I go now?" I asked, and he smiled awkwardly. "Sure, you can," he replied, and I stood up, collecting my bag from the chair.
• Suddenly, my vision blurred, and everything seemed to zigzag. I rubbed my eyes in an attempt to clear my vision, but it didn't help. What the hell was in that drink?
• My legs grew weak, making it difficult to move, and my head began to throb. I held my head in my hands, struggling to maintain my balance. I staggered and fell back into the chair. Mr. Ryan didn't seem concerned; he simply smiled like a lunatic. That's when I realized he must have spiked the drink.
• Regardless of the problem, I needed to get out of there. Summoning all the courage I had, I managed to stand up and slowly dragged my feet toward the door. However, a strong hand grabbed my wrist—it was Mr. Ryan.
• "Where are you rushing off to? Stay here and let daddy treat you like a princess," he sneered, his hands gripping my waist.
• Summoning all my strength, I kicked him in the groin, causing him to fall to the floor in pain. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly opened the door and walked away, not caring about the direction.
• I stumbled upon a door, which I assumed to be the security room, and bumped into someone on my way. My head collided with his chest, which felt unusually hard against my forehead. "Are you... a rock? Why are you so hard?" I stammered, a belch escaping my mouth.
• He didn't respond, and when I looked up to see his face, my eyesight was distorted, making it impossible to recognize him. He seemed familiar, but I couldn't recollect where I had seen him before.
• With a mixture of confusion and curiosity, I followed him willingly into the room. The last thing I remember was being thrown onto the bed.