Chapter 1

Blake Donovan said my body was a curse, yet his lucky charm.

The rougher he was in bed, the smoother his career went.

So, every day, blindfolded, I endured his demands, his forceful advances, whenever and wherever.

After the seventh tearing, I was back in the hospital.

That’s when I overheard a nurse calling me an "elite-tier pleasure object."

Fury surged through me, I wanted to confront them, but then I heard my fiancé talking to his friends.

“How did you tear Amelia Vance up again, Blake? My turn when she heals?”

“Amelia Vance is a godsend! I only used her once, and I got a raise and a promotion!”

Blake softly kissed Scarlett Hayes' forehead, speaking with a casual indifference that chilled me.

“She’s getting so much more *accommodating* now. Don’t worry, she’ll be good to go again in no time!”

Everyone chuckled, a dark, knowing sound.

Scarlett playfully smacked Blake’s chest. “You guys are so bad, Professor Donovan! Aren’t you afraid Amelia will find out and break off the engagement?”

Blake carefully pulled her onto his lap, gently pinching her cheek.

“You’re all that matters to me.”

“Women like her are cheap. I treat her like this every time, and she still loves it. You think she’d ever leave me?” His words were met with universal agreement.

“I’ve been with so many women, but she’s the most obedient, the softest.”

“She just lets us do whatever we want. Even when it hurts, she only cries. Honestly, I’m kinda hooked.”

“It hurts so bad, but she screams so sweetly. Blake, can we try that last game again next time? She won’t die, and a little blood just adds to the thrill!”

But Blake’s face darkened. “I told you, if you want to play this game, you follow my rules!”

“No matter what, she’s *my* Amelia Vance now.”

“She chased me for three years. She’d probably lose her mind if I left her. She’s been with me, after all. I can’t just let you guys completely ruin her.”

The others didn’t dare push it.

“You’re right. Blake’s such a stand-up guy. Otherwise, he wouldn’t share such a prize with us.”

“Blake, why don’t you share some tips? Where do you find such obedient women?”

Blake just curled his lips into a cold, emotionless smile.

“She’s just… cheap. She loves it when people are rough with her.”

“Just give her a little sweet talk afterward, and she’ll hand you her heart.”

They continued to discuss their “experience” with me.

I felt like I’d been struck by lightning, my body frozen, hands and feet as cold as a corpse.

What were they talking about?

Blake and I had known each other since we were ten, together for twelve years. He treated me like a precious gem.

After we started dating, even my parents saw him as their successor.

I’d stepped back from my lab, handing over my half-finished research, practically putting him on a pedestal as a genius doctor, celebrated and admired.

He said he was too busy, that he didn't have enough time for me, and he wanted to make it up to me.

So, no matter how rough he was during our intimate moments, I thought he was just too passionate.

Even after being torn multiple times, I bit my lips until they bled from the pain, yet I never wanted him to stop.

Turns out, it was all just my wishful thinking.

The thought of him whispering sweet nothings in my ear last night made me sick to my stomach.

My body weak, I leaned on the wall, struggling to stand, when I heard Scarlett's suggestion.

“Oh, Amelia Vance is so rare, a masochist like her. I’ve never seen one before!”

“Blake, can I observe too?”

She looked around at the men, a wicked grin on her face.

“To thank Amelia for ‘helping’ me, I specially invited a master from abroad for her. He’ll definitely make her even more vibrant and resilient.”

Blake’s gaze fell on a man who had been quiet and unassuming.

I instinctively looked over, and our eyes met.

He mouthed something, but I quickly looked away, unable to make it out.

Blake hesitated.

“No more tearing. The doctor said if she gets hurt again, it won’t heal properly.”

Scarlett, though, grew even more excited.

“Tearing makes it more fun! Besides, if it doesn’t heal, just use another spot, right?”

Blake intimately pecked her lips.

“Alright, whatever you say. I’ll make sure you have a blast.”