Chapter 1

I have been Vincent's personal maid for five years, but no one knows that I am also his secret girlfriend.

Every late night, he vents his desires on me wantonly.

I thought he would marry me until I heard him chatting with his friends.

"Five years have passed, the Carter family has given up looking for their daughter, and your childhood sweetheart has firmly occupied their position as heir! Shouldn't you marry her as compensation?"

"Just for fun, she is just a tool for me to vent my desires!"

"You don't like her? Why not give her to me..."

"Shut up! How dare you touch my things?"

It turned out that his so-called love for me was to help his first love steal my biological parents and make me a private tool for him to vent his desires.

I took out the maid agreement signed with his mother and called.

"The agreement has expired long ago, and I should leave."

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1

I stood firm on leaving, and Mrs. Cross, her eyes watery, made the necessary arrangements. "Diana, I had hoped you and Vincent would eventually marry. Are you certain about this decision?"

Vincent abruptly entered the room. Observing the scene, he furrowed his brow and questioned me, "You're departing? Where to?"

Mrs. Cross began to speak, seemingly ready to reveal everything, but I grasped her hand firmly and replied calmly, "I wish to embark on a journey for self-reflection. Mrs. Cross is merely concerned for my wellbeing."

Vincent immediately expressed his disapproval. "After all this time, you're still fixated on finding your parents? If they truly cared about locating you, you would have reunited long ago..."

Perhaps my unwavering gaze caused Vincent a moment of unease. He touched his nose, dismissed Mrs. Cross, and led me to the bedroom.

Once inside, he forcefully pressed me against the door and kissed me.

"Diana, is it due to my or my mother's treatment of you that you're so eager to find your biological parents?"

His dominant nature persisted as he ignored my resistance and bit my lip harshly as punishment.

The metallic taste filled my mouth, and his scent, unfamiliar to me, enveloped me.

Today, he was unusually talkative. "Diana, as long as I'm here, you have a family. Why expend energy on those who don't care for you? Once this hectic period ends, I'll take you on a global tour during my time off."

I pushed him away with all my might, wiped the blood from my mouth, and smiled brightly.

"Fine, I'll do as you say."

He didn't love me, and indeed, I had no reason to waste energy on him.

My compliant response darkened Vincent's gaze. His hand eagerly explored beneath my clothes. "Diana, what enchantment have you cast on me? Why can't I resist desiring you?"

I stepped back, avoiding his advance. It wasn't that I had bewitched him.

The familiar scent on him clearly indicated that he couldn't bear to face Evelyn, so he came home to vent his frustrations on me instead.

Vincent noticed my retreat and momentarily showed displeasure, but his interest quickly reignited.

"Playing hard to get? I enjoy that..."

I coldly watched as he kissed me again and reminded him. "This is the master bedroom."

As expected, the lust on Vincent's face gradually faded.

For five years, despite being his girlfriend in name, I never had the right to sleep in his master bedroom.

To be precise, I had never even touched his bed.

Previously, he feared Mrs. Cross would discover our relationship and pressure us into an early marriage and children.

So, I naively helped him maintain the secret.

As Vincent eagerly lifted me out of the master bedroom, Mrs. Cross suddenly descended the stairs.

"Vincent, you two..."

Facing Mrs. Cross's scrutinizing and questioning gaze, Vincent, without a hint of embarrassment, blamed her.