Irresistible Chains: I Sold Myself To My Guardian Devil

Inside a suite at the Horizon Hotel.

"Nathan, please, let me go..." Rosalyn Carter begged. Her breathing grew uneven, as if the air around her had suddenly grown thin.

Nathan Harvey watched her with a dark expression. His presence alone felt oppressive. "Why are you begging me?" he asked coldly. A trace of mockery crept into his voice.

"I'm getting married. I need to get back to my fiancé..." A faint tremor entered Rosalyn's voice as she lowered her head. Her neck bent slightly and revealed the smooth curve of her neck.

Nathan's eyes shifted away from her.

On the gray desk nearby rested the documents Rosalyn had brought with her.

Those papers had been meant for business. Rosalyn came here to deliver cooperation files for her fiancé. Yet somehow, she encountered her ex boyfriend. And he refused to let her leave.

Nathan reached out and caught her chin between his fingers, forcing her to face him. "Rosalyn, do you want me to remind you what happened eight years ago?"

Color draining from her face, Rosalyn stared at him, shaking.

Eight years earlier, her life had been tangled up in a mess. She needed money to save her seriously ill mother; to foot the hospital bills, she had no choice but to cling to some rich guy.

Nathan had thus become her boyfriend. After that, they'd been together for three years.

Their relationship remained unchanged until the day she learned about his engagement to a fair lady from a wealthy family. After handing her a sum of money, he disappeared from her world altogether.

For four months, Rosalyn waited for him to show up in her life again. However, he never did.

In her mind, those memories had already faded into the past. But five years later, Nathan suddenly walked back into her life. Now, he stood at the top of the business world. With a single sentence, he could ruin her fiancé's company or bring it back to life.

He said, "The contract is still sitting there. Once I sign it, your fiancé will receive a fifty-million investment. You know what I want."

Rosalyn bit her lower lips. Finally, she caved in.

....

Darkness had already settled outside.

"Your fiancé called earlier." His eyes moved across her before he added, "I declined the call for you."

"You!" The shock pulled Rosalyn back to her senses. She grabbed her phone.

The screen lit up with several missed calls. Every single one came from Andrew Murray, her fiancé.

Her fingers trembled as she clicked into his messages.

"Did you deliver the document?"

"Why aren't you answering?"

"Honey, I'm worried. Did something happen?"

"I found the hotel Nathan is staying at. I'm downstairs now. Are you in there?"

"He's here." The final message made her heart slam against her chest.

At that exact moment, the room phone began ringing.

Before she could reach it, Nathan picked it up. He listened for a moment. Then, his voice turned cold. "Send him up."

Rosalyn's