But Yolanda was engaged to Eden now, and both their families were pushing for a child as soon as possible. She had no right to refuse, so she could only grit her teeth and endure it.
Pinned beneath him, her robe torn open, Yolanda felt his rough kisses on her skin. He showed no tenderness. But even so, she could tell he wasn't ready.
"Eden, can't you get it up?" she sneered, her eyes filled with undisguised contempt.
Eden's face instantly darkened. No man could tolerate a woman questioning his performance in bed.
The women he'd been with before, though lacking her pedigree, were all stunningly beautiful and passionate in bed, capable of driving a man wild.
But without her makeup, Yolanda was rather plain. She just lies there like a log—Eden’s completely turned off.
"It's you I can't get it up for," Eden snarled. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her up.
Yolanda cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face.
He showed no mercy, pinning her by the shoulders. His tone was commanding. "You're going to help me."
The prized daughter of the Walker family had never been so humiliated. She screamed and struggled with all her might.
Eden pulled Yolanda back into his arms, kissing her cheek...
When it was over, Yolanda's throat was hoarse and her eyes were swollen. She lay motionless on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, her eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.
Eden stood on the floor, already dressed.
He lit another cigarette, taking a long, deep drag as if savoring it. The room once again filled with thick smoke.
"You were so pretentious before, wouldn't even let me hold your hand. I thought you were a virgin, but I guess not," Eden said, sitting on the edge of the bed and toying with a strand of her hair.
"Who have you been with? Oscar? Bennett? Both of them? Or were there others?" he asked with a cruel smirk.


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