Chapter 8

• When I woke up, it seemed like I had a soul-to-soul battle with Lucifer. My entire body suffers, but my lower body hurts the most. My head is aching so badly that it seems like I'm being struck with a hammer. I slowly tried to move my fingers and toes, but even the smallest motion sent jolts of pain throughout my limbs. The sunlight filtering through the curtains felt almost too bright for my sensitive eyes, and I winced at every tiny sound coming from the room. My thoughts were foggy, and I struggled to recall exactly what had happened, the events of last night playing like flashes of fire in my mind.
• "The promiscuous woman is finally awake."
• I quickly woke up when I heard the familiar cold and serious voice. I saw Mr. Revelar sitting on a one-seater couch positioned on the side of the bed. Wearing his usual business attire, legs crossed, the mighty tycoon was sternly looking at me. His gaze pierced through me, sharp and unrelenting, and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. I wanted to shrink under his stare, but I also felt a strange, begrudging admiration for how controlled and dominant he looked even while seated.