I was abducted as a child, but because I had fair skin and a pretty face,
I was carefully trained into a temptress made to ensnare wealthy young masters.
That night, in the most extravagant luxury suite in Macau,
Zhao Rongzheng lay there, languid and sated, his gaze falling on me as I wept like a flower in the rain.
“Stop crying. I’ll pay off your brother’s debt for him. From now on, you stay with me.”
I took the money, coaxed him with sweet words, and then vanished without a trace.
Five years later, news that the Seventh Young Master of the Zhao Family was divorcing his wife to marry a widow shook all of Hong Kong.
Zhao Rongzheng, now the man in power over the Zhao Family, personally stepped forward to handle this sordid scandal.
Seated high above me, he looked down at my meek, submissive, pitifully vulnerable appearance.
“What is it? Does every man in the Zhao Family have to fall into your hands at least once?”
