Chapter 6

• He squatted down and took out a clean white silk handkerchief from his suit pocket, gently wiping away the tears and seawater stains on my face. His movements were light, yet carried an irresistible sense of control.
• He was Joseph Foxley. My biggest business rival, rumored to be a ruthless and mysterious business tycoon.
• On the shore, several black-clad bodyguards had already pinned the crazed Kian firmly to the ground.
• "Lucy! Come back! You are not allowed to go with him!" Kian looked at me, his eyes filled with despair and madness as he roared.
• Joseph completely ignored him, as if he were just a noisy ant.
• He lowered his head, his cold and dry fingers tracing over the healed but still visible scar on my neck. His fingertips gently rubbed against the scar, as if confirming something that belonged to him.
• My body instantly stiffened.
• He leaned in close to my ear, his voice hoarse and filled with a chilling paranoia.
• "Long time no see, my... possession."
• A terrifying memory that I had deliberately forgotten broke through the barriers of my mind.
• When I first started out, I was "sponsored" by a mysterious billionaire. He never showed his face, only requiring me to go to his designated villa every week, wear the "accessories" he sent me, and quietly stay there for a few hours like a doll.
• I always thought he was just a quirky benefactor, until I tried to break free from him after becoming famous, only to be met with crazy suppression from the entire industry. It was Kian who came to my rescue, helping me out of this huge trouble and allowing me to fly solo.
• It turns out... Kian was not the one who ruined me, he was just a poor imitator.
• And the man in front of me, Joseph, was the original source of all my nightmares.
• His gaze on me was like admiring a precious treasure that had been lost and found again, with a hint of playfulness and determination.
• "Have you had enough fun?" Joseph chuckled lightly, taking off his expensive suit jacket and draping it over my bare shoulders.
• He wrapped the jacket around me, enveloping my whole body, his tone cold.
• "Now, it's time to go home."
• The yacht docked, and I was led into a luxurious villa perched on a cliff.
• It felt like a glamorous prison, surrounded by the sea on three sides and a steep cliff on the other.
• The interior of the villa is the epitome of simplicity and luxury, with every piece of furniture resembling artwork, but there is a suffocating feeling in the air.
• No drugs, no rough confinement.
• Joseph gave me the highest level of freedom, but also the most thorough imprisonment.
• I can move around the villa at will, but every corner has invisible surveillance. The maids in uniform appear silently like ghosts, fulfilling all my needs.
• I fell from the hands of a madman into the hands of an even more terrifying emperor.
• At night, after I showered and changed into the silk nightgown prepared by the maid, Joseph appeared in front of me for the first time.
• He sat in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, holding a glass of red wine, with the churning black sea outside.
• "When I let you go at first, I just wanted to see how far my doll could go," he didn't look at me, just swaying the liquid in the glass, his voice as flat as discussing the weather, "The farther you go, the more interesting it is when I forcibly bring you back to me, isn't it?"
• My blood turned cold inch by inch.
• It turns out that my proud career, the glory I worked so hard for, in his eyes, is just a game he can stop at any time.
• "Kian..." I struggled to say this name.
• "Him?" Joseph finally turned his head to look at me, a mocking curve appearing at the corner of his mouth, "Just a disobedient director."
• He put down the wine glass, picked up a remote control, and pressed the switch.
• The wall in front of me instantly turned into a huge high-definition screen.
• The video that ruined my life was replayed in front of me with a clarity I had never seen before.
• I saw my confused and empty eyes, the cold metal chain around my neck, and myself like a soulless doll, being led through neon lights.
• Just then, the camera shook, and a figure flashed in the shadows of the screen.
• That face belonged to Joseph.
• It turns out, Kian was not the mastermind at all. He was just a director hired by Joseph to "act," responsible for destroying me in the cruelest way possible, and then shaping himself as the savior, staging a hero saves the beauty drama.
• But Kian took it seriously, developed an inappropriate possessiveness, and tried to claim me as his "work."
• "He broke the rules and took something he shouldn't have," Joseph's voice rang in my ears, with a hint of playfulness, "So, he also has to be punished."
• He walked up to me, took out his phone, and aimed at my pale and desperate face at the moment, then pressed the shutter.
• The flash made me close my eyes.
• He looked satisfied at the photo, then started editing something leisurely.
• "Do you think it would be funny if Kian, in prison, could see our photos every day, watching his woman go crazy for me, unable to close her legs? His expression, wouldn't it be interesting?"