"Yvonne, it is me," Myles softly whispered into her ear. Yvonne felt uneasy. She struggled at first, but she soon stopped resisting and relaxed. She had known this day would eventually come. "Babe, I really like you. From the moment I first saw you, I was drawn to you. Will you stay by my side?" Yvonne's heart trembled. His sudden confession took her by surprise, but it also filled her with joy. She had waited for this moment for so long. If she wanted to keep enjoying the life she had now, she would have to secure her place by his side. "Yes," Yvonne replied without a second thought. She had considered playing coy, but the fear of missing this chance was stronger.Myles warmly smiled. "Yvonne, do not worry. I will take good care of you. Will you stay with me forever?" "I will," she answered. "Yvonne, you are so sweet. There is something I would like you to do for me. Would you be willing?" "What is it?" "Promise me first," Myles said, his smile calm but unsettling. The way he looked at her made her nervous. It felt like he was sizing up prey, ready to pounce. No, she told herself, it must be her imagination. Myles was such a gentleman. There was no way he could be anything else. "I promise. Just tell me what it is," Yvonne said, trying to sound playful. "I want to watch you take a bath," Myles said with a mix of innocence and indulgence.Yvonne let out a small breath of relief. She had expected something more severe. Since she had already decided to stay with him, taking a bath in front of him was only a matter of time. Yvonne pulled herself free from his arms and walked to the bathtub. Without hesitation, she stepped inside. Myles' eyes stayed fixed on her, observing her every move. His smile grew darker as he watched her deliberately tease him. Yvonne tried to get a reaction from him, but when he stayed silent, she grew frustrated. "Myles, the bathtub is big enough for both of us. Why not join me?" she asked. Her boldness made her cheeks flush red. "Alright," Myles softly said. He stepped toward her. Yvonne's heart raced with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She was not ready for his devilish hands reaching out to touch her. She were like inviting the devil to devour her. “Ah!!!” A horrifying scream echoed through the silent villa. “Sob... sob...” Yvonne whimpered in pain, fear in her eyes. "Let me go. If I do not return home soon, my family will come looking for me. When they do, they will find out everything. Mr. Fraser, you do not want your reputation ruined, do you?" Yvonne pleaded, hoping he would let her go. However, she was far too naïve. A man like Myles would never act without preparation. Every action he took was planned. He treated each "prey" with precision, ensuring everything went according to plan. This was how he had stayed in control for so long. "Do not worry. Your father is close to death. Your useless brother will think you ran away. Neither of them will care about what happens to you."Yvonne believed every word he said. "My best friend is Seraphina Whitewood," Yvonne blurted out, clinging to this last hope, hoping it would make him hesitate. "Let me go, and I will never speak of this. I beg you." Myles let out a loud laugh. He roughly grabbed her hair, making her cry out in pain. "I know exactly what your relationship with Miss Seraphina is. You'll stay with me. If I am pleased, maybe, just maybe, I will let you go."