Nightfall is at its peak.

Moonlight penetrates through the curtains, streaming delicately into the room.

Within, Sydney is enveloped in a thin bath towel - her skin is fair and smooth, appearing particularly enticing under the silvery moonlight.

In the next second, a man pulled her and with a swift motion, threw her heavily onto the bed. He then unleashed a passionate, scorching kiss upon her.

His kiss was hot and domineering, drowning her deeper and deeper, rendering her weak and limp...

That night, Sydney lost count of how many times Marvel desired her.

She felt like a piece of driftwood floating on water, drifting here and there, without a firm grasp.

Finally, she was too exhausted to move. However, there was a stickiness that made her feel uncomfortable, so she forced herself to sit up and prepare to wash up.

Nevertheless, as she sat up, she noticed a lipstick mark on the collar of a white shirt on the floor, which poked sharply into her sight.

"When did you come back?" After mulling over it, Sydney decided to ask.

"Today," Marvel responded, his voice husky from satiation.

"So, you must have seen Rhoda, haven't you?" Sydney asked again.

"Uh-huh," was Marvel's ambivalent reply.

"Weren't you supposed to spend the night with Rhoda?" Sydney's tone hinted no emotion.

Rhoda was a young mistress Marvel kept outside.

She's been married to Marvel for a year, and Marvel has been keeping Rhoda outside for a year. The two were always seen together, with no attempt to hide their relationship. The whole of Holland knew about it.

If she hadn't run into Rhoda in the mall, she as his wife wouldn't have known that her husband had returned from his business trip.

When Rhoda saw her, she provocatively questioned her, "Miss Rock, are you here for Ah marvel? However, you may have to wait, as my handbag is upstairs, and Marvel went to retrieve it for me."

Sydney wasn't provoked, just calmly replied, "I'm neither looking for him nor waiting. After all, if the media saw the three of us together, Miss Rhoda Seed would once again become the center of everyone's mockery."

Rhoda’s fake smile instantly vanished upon hearing this.

Yet, Sydney didn't feel any sense of triumph.

"She went back to the Seed family ancestral house," answered Marvel when Sydney asked about her.

She nodded thoughtfully.

Sydney didn't ask any further, walked past the white shirt on the floor and into the bathroom.

Looking at herself in the mirror, the glistening eyes, slightly red and swollen lips, and red marks on her body, she couldn't help but give a bitter smile.

Her feelings towards Rhoda were a bit complicated.

It was said that Marvel and Rhoda had been deeply in love for years. The woman Marvel wanted to marry was Rhoda, but she ended up wedged in between them because of a marriage alliance.

With the current situation, she didn't know who to blame.

After freshening up, she came out of the bathroom, only to see Marvel leaning against the head of the bed, smoking.

Sydney was too tired to continue and didn't have much to say to him, so she simply laid down to sleep by his side.

"Do you have nothing to say to me?" Marvel suddenly asked.

Sydney was taken aback, "Hm?"

Was there something she was supposed to say to him?

"In the living room, you bought so many men's clothes, none of them fit me, who did you buy them for?"

"My dad."

"Your dad?" Marvel snorted coldly, full of mockery.

Sydney didn't mind his scorn, after all, she could understand his attitude.

Her mother, Rotney, was an ambitious and capable woman. About a decade ago, she left Sydney's biological father, took her, who was then a burden, and climbed into the Richard family, becoming the envied Mrs. Richard.

And her, although she was not a legitimate daughter of the Richard family, she enjoyed many benefits from them.

Just like this marriage, she transitioned from being a fake Miss Richard to a real Mrs. Johnson.

The phone by the bed abruptly rang. Marvel glanced at it, then quickly picked up the call.

"Marvel, where are you? I'm so scared..." From the other end of the phone, Rhoda's voice came through, carrying a hint of tearfulness.