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Chapter 537: The Most Hated Person On the other side of the city, in a luxurious hotel.

A man stepped out of the shower and saw the woman struggling to put on her clothes. "You still have the strength to get dressed? Looks like I wasn't trying hard enough," his devilish voice teased.

The woman on the bed hadn't forgotten everything he had just done to her. Heaven knew how much effort it had taken for her to endure it all, gritting her teeth to stay conscious. And all of it was because of one thing he had said before it began: "If you wantto agree, fine. But you have to stay conscious until the end," he had whispered in her ear like a devil.

Before coming to him, the woman had heard rumors about his peculiar preferences in such matters. Knowing this, she had mentally prepared herself.

"I will endure," she had said.

The torment lasted for hours. What was supposed to be something that brought physical pleasure had become, for the first tin her life, a living nightmare. She finally understood what it meant to wish for death but not be able to embrace it.

There were countless moments when she wanted to give up, to let herself slip into the abyss. But she couldn't. She had too much left to do. She had to survive.

"Mr. Raymond, I did it. About my mother..." The woman dragged her exhausted body toward the man, knowing his personality well. She knelt at his feet without hesitation.

"As per our agreement, I'll get your mother out," Mr. Raymond said, his tone casual. "But I must say, you're the most resilient woman I've ever met. As a reward for not passing out, I'll allow you to stay by my side and serve me." He tilted her chin up with a playful smirk.

Staying by Mr. Raymond's side was both a blessing and a curse for women. The blessing was the endless wealth and luxury that cwith it. The curse was his relentless and often twisted demands in bed.

Whatever he asked for, you had to comply. Otherwise, if you angered Mr. Raymond, he would make you regret ever being born.

The light in the woman's eyes flickered. Just once with him had felt like walking through hell. If she stayed, she would have to endure countless more nights of such torment. She didn't want that.

But... after saving her mother, she had no background, no status. How could she exact her revenge? Staying by Mr. Raymond's side was her best option.

"What, you're unwilling?" Mr. Raymond asked, gazing at the woman below him, her lips tightly pressed together. He seemed to understand her internal struggle and released her chin. "I never force women. You can leave. I'll handle your mother's situation as promised." Though he was twisted, he was a man of his word. If he agreed to something, he wouldn't go back on it.

"No, I'm willing to stay by your side." The woman clung to Mr. Raymond's leg. "Master." Her choice of address pleased Mr. Raymond. He lifted her chin again. "Good. From now on, you'll stay with me. What's your name?" "My nis Ivy." Ivy's whole body ached, but she forced a smile onto her face.

"That nsounds familiar. Oh well, it doesn't matter who you were. From now on, you're one of my women. Rick will take you for a check-up later." "Thank you, Master." Mr. Raymond walked over to the sofa and sat down. "Bringmy cigar." "Yes, Master." Ivy endured the pain in her body, stepping toward the table and retrieving a cigar for him.

The man wore only a bathrobe. His legs were casually crossed, and his chest, partially exposed, revealed a long, jagged scar. His entire presence exuded dominance, like a tiger surveying its territory.

Kneeling on the floor, Ivy handed him the cigar with both hands. Mr. Raymond turned on the TV and ordered, "Light it for me." "Yes." Ivy knew that Mr. Raymond liked obedient women. He despised disobedience. With him, there was no arguing or resisting-only submission.

Mr. Raymond exhaled a cloud of smoke and pulled Ivy into his arms. Truth be told, Ivy had once been a wealthy heiress, accustomed to living a life of privilege.

She never could have imagined that one day, she'd be reduced to this-subservient, groveling like a dog to serve another man. Unlike those who were born into humble circumstances and knew how to flatter someone like Mr. Raymond, Ivy didn't know how to act coquettish.

After experiencing his twisted methods in bed, she was terrified of him to her core. Nestling in his arms, she didn't dare move a muscle, afraid that even breathing too loudly would provoke his displeasure.

"Are you scared of me?" Mr. Raymond asked, noticing her tense body, trembling like a frightened deer.

"No... I'm not..." she stammered, but before she could finish, Mr. Raymond grabbed her face. He was not a man who showed mercy, and his fingers pressed against her cheeks with alarming force.

The pain was sharp, but Ivy didn't dare make a sound. She was petrified. In that moment, she felt like a tiny ant that Mr. Raymond could easily crush underfoot.

"Women who lie toare the ones I hate the most. Since it's your first offense, I'll let it slide. But if you lie toagain, you know the consequences." "Yes... I understand," Ivy whispered, obediently leaning into his chest. The saying "a companion to a tiger is a dangerous thing" had never felt more apt.

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When the woman on the screen appeared, Ivy felt her blood run cold. Aurora! It was footage from a recent interview Aurora had done to promote her new perfwith a prominent media outlet.

Because it was filmed indoors, Aurora was dressed in a tailored black dress that was understated yet air exuded an air of elegance. Her hair was neatly tied back, giving her a polished and professional appearance.

She spoke with poise, her demeanor exuding a quiet confidence. Though there was a faint chill to her aura, she e had a way of making conversation.

feel effortless. Women as self-assured and capable as her were truly rare. "Miss Montgomery, what do you think sets your new perfapart?" the host asked politely.

"Do you know her?" Mr. Raymond's voice snapped Ivy out of her thoughts.

She had wanted to deny it, but remembering Mr. Raymond's earlier warning, she didn't dare lie. Instead, she nodded. "Yes, I know her." "And you hate her," Mr. Raymond said, his voice laced with certainty.

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