So Hungry!

She stormed into the Kim Corporation like a madwoman. Despite the secretary's attempts to stop her, she shoved open the door to the president's office with all her strength.

"Why did you do this?! Enrique Kim, you devil! How could you!"

Her dark eyes blazed with hatred and fury as she stared at him. Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed from running.

But then, all sound abruptly vanished.

Her eyes widened in disbelief at the sight in front of her. Two people were entangled together by the desk.

The final thread holding her heart together snapped with a silent clang.

Yes, he could love anyone except her.

What was she still hoping for? What was she still clinging to?

He had driven her father to death. Now, he has pushed the Vellore Group into bankruptcy. She should have long since cut ties with him, hated him to the bone!

She hated him!

"Sana Vellore? How dare you speak to Enrique like that!"

Interrupted, Jenny Bonovel, seated in Enrique's lap, turned her head with an annoyed expression. When she saw Sana's face, she was momentarily stunned, but only for a moment. Wrapping her snake-like arms around Enrique's neck, she cooed in a sweet voice, defending him.

Enrique remained motionless. His deep eyes fell on Sana's face. Seeing her complexion pale and her gaze grow colder, he felt a restless irritation bubbling up inside.

He lifted Jenny's chin, kissed the exposed curve of her neck, and sneered coldly.

"You can enjoy pleasure with Samuel Bonovel, so why can't I? I haven't touched you in all these years. You must've been dying of thirst. Who knows how many men you've been with? What do you think, Madam Kim?"

"You!"

Humiliation burned in Sana's eyes. "Enrique, you're disgusting!"

He had dared to humiliate her like this, in front of others! How much dignity did Sana have left for them to trample on?

"Disgusting?" Enrique smirked, his large hand sliding slowly down Jenny's seductive back. His expression was steeped in wicked amusement, and his eyes glinted coldly. "No matter how disgusting I am, can I compare to you, Little Princess Vellore? That title suits you perfectly."

"Enrique, so you still remember that nickname, Little Princess Vellore!"

Jenny glanced at Sana with disdain, then nestled into Enrique's arms and giggled. "The little princess was my brother's favorite! You don't know how much he doted on her. When he heard you didn't want her anymore, he flew straight back from overseas. He's been looking after her nonstop at the villa these past few days. Enrique, do you think my brother pampers the little princess the way you pamper me?"

Sana was so furious that she suddenly laughed.

There is no greater sorrow than a heart gone cold.

And at this moment, her heart was truly frozen. If love once ran deep, now so did the hatred.

Her red-rimmed eyes didn't flinch. She stared straight at him, her voice alluring and wicked.

"Since you won't sleep with me, of course I had to find someone else who would. I was just so hungry. So hungry I stopped caring who it was. I've slept with plenty of men, but the one I least wanted to sleep with... was you."

She could feel Enrique's icy, blade-like gaze cutting into her, but she only smiled wider.

"Enrique, you haven't told her yet, have you?"

Her voice sounded almost crazed, but it made Enrique's body stiffen instantly where he sat in his chair.