After He Made Me Kneel For His Mistress

For the ninety-seventh time, Joziah asked me to clean up a mess for Mia, his childhood friend. I was nursing a painful stomach and replied, my face pale, "I really can't go this time."

He hesitated for a moment, then gently pulled me into a hug, murmuring softly, "Aurora, think of it as me cashing in one of the gratitude tokens you gave me. Once this is over, I promise I'll make it up to you."

I stiffened in his embrace, feeling a coldness seep into my bones, but eventually, I nodded slightly.

Five years ago, a drunk guy hassled me on the street, and Joziah came to my rescue. In gratitude, I crafted a hundred gratitude tokens just for him. At first, he treasured them, not wanting to spend even one.

But once Mia joined the company, those tokens seemed to vanish quickly—whether it was fetching coffee and parcels for her, rushing design drafts, or taking the blame for her plagiarism.

This time, she had offended a key partner, and Joziah ordered me to drink and apologize in her place.

I drank until my stomach perforated, ended up being rushed to the hospital, and had to undergo surgery to remove a portion of my stomach.

Lying on the hospital bed, Joziah only commented, "You've been through a lot. Consider this another token used. Rest up and get well."

In his eyes, I was nothing more than a tool to be commanded at will.

Staring at the remaining three tokens, I managed a bitter smile—freedom was near.

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Today was the day of the jewelry launch I had prepared as the chief designer, just my second day out of the hospital post-surgery.

But when Mia crashed into the jewelry display, damaging several priceless pieces, Joziah's first reaction was to protect her and instruct me, "Aurora, apologize to the guests and clients immediately."

I stood there, frozen, disbelief washing over me.

Our partner, eyebrows furrowed and face full of anger, said, "Mr. Carlson, I let Mia's previous mistake with the proposal slide, but now she's ruined the launch. Are you going to make Aurora clean up this mess again and deceive us?"

Mia's eyes filled with tears as she clung to Joziah's sleeve pitifully, looking utterly wronged.

Joziah instinctively put her behind him, hastily explaining, "Please, Mr. Gonzalez, calm down. It was an accident, and we'll surely provide a satisfactory solution."

"Aurora Wells, why are you just standing there? Kneel and apologize to Mr. Gonzalez immediately! And this time, hand over all your design copyrights to him for free!"

He completely disregarded the fact that I had just been discharged from the hospital, still recovering, and the effort and dreams I had poured into this work.

The media, colleagues, and guests at the launch were whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with sympathy for me.

Everyone knew it wasn't my fault and that Joziah was determined to protect Mia.

Just as I was about to refuse, Joziah approached me, whispering just