Addicted To His Disfigured Secret Lover

Evelyn slammed the heavy medical trust fund bill against Aracely's chest, the sharp edge of the thick folder biting into her skin. The thick stack of papers hit her collarbone hard, scattering across the hardwood floor of the second-floor hallway.

Aracely's vision blurred for a second. She crouched down. Her fingers shook as she picked up the papers. She saw the massive numbers printed at the bottom, and her stomach dropped.

Evelyn pulled out her phone. She shoved the screen into Aracely's face. It was a live video from the ICU. Grandmother lay there, a plastic oxygen mask strapped to her pale face. The heart monitor beeped weakly in the background.

"Do exactly what I say," Evelyn sneered. "Or I call the hospital right now and tell them to pull the plug."

Aracely lunged for the phone. Heavy hands clamped down on her shoulders. Evelyn's bodyguard forced her to her knees, pinning her in place.

Aracely closed her eyes. She sucked in a sharp breath. The air burned her lungs. For her grandmother's life, she ground her teeth together and nodded.

Evelyn smiled. She threw a piece of black silk at Aracely's face. "Put it on."

Evelyn sneered, waving her hand dismissively. She ordered the bodyguard to wait outside and firmly shut the heavy wooden door behind him. "I wouldn't let a dog see this pitiful sight," Evelyn mocked. Under Evelyn's cold, triumphant stare, Aracely stood frozen for a split second. A deep sense of humiliation burned in her chest, but the steady beep of her grandmother's heart monitor echoed in her mind, drowning out her pride. With trembling fingers, Aracely slowly stripped off her clothes. She pulled the black silk nightgown over her head. The fabric was freezing against her skin. She gripped the edges of the hem, her knuckles turning white.

Evelyn grabbed Aracely's wrist. Her nails dug into Aracely's skin. She dragged her down the hallway toward the heavy oak double doors.

"Not a single sound." Evelyn whispered harshly. She shoved Aracely into the pitch-black master bedroom.

The door clicked shut behind her. The lock turned. The hallway light was gone. The room was completely dark.

Aracely pressed her back against the wooden door. Her chest heaved. A strong scent of cedar and tobacco hit her nose.

Fabric rustled across the room. Someone sat up on the King-size bed.

Brennen Levine rubbed his temples. His head throbbed with a blinding pain. He hadn't slept in days. The noise at the door made the veins in his neck pulse.

"Get out." Brennen ordered. His voice was rough, dripping with irritation. He thought it was his new, vain wife.

Aracely stopped breathing. She turned and grabbed the brass door handle. She twisted it frantically.

It was locked from the outside. The rattling sound echoed in the silent room.

Brennen lost his patience. He threw the covers off. His bare feet hit the floor. He walked straight toward the door in the dark.

Aracely felt a massive wave of heat