A Matter of Wife and Love by Mila

Elyse opened her eyes and saw John holding her mask, looking at her with disgust. Her face had scratches and

bruises from the earlier fight she had with Rose, and her fair skin only made her wounds stand out even more.

He tossed the mask back to her. “Great. Now, my mood is spoiled.”

“Your mood is spoiled?” She held the mask and stared at the man in disbelief. I stooped to your level and gave

myself to you, you bumpkin! Yet, you now complain about me spoiling your mood? I will not stand for this insult!

Her eyes went wide with anger, and she wanted to raise a hand against him.

John ignored her anger, however. He sneered and moved far away from her. Then, he took the teapot and drank

straight from the spout. After that, he spat and fiddled with some marbles. “I’m not a trash collector. I don’t sleep

with… ugly things.”

Elyse retracted her hand and touched her face.

Without further ado, he waved away at the bodyguards. “Toss her out.”

She never thought the day would come when an investor would toss her out. They used to beg her and even

worship her. Damn it. They’re doing what they please just because of the breakup. Short-sighted *ssholes! Though,

she had no one to rely on.

With no one to turn to, she could only watch helplessly as the bodyguards pulled her up and dragged her away. “You

can’t do this, Mr. Oates! You’ll regret it!”

However, John ignored her. He was on the call with someone, and then he laughed raucously, his jowls trembling.

Just when she was about to be tossed out, he said, “A minute, please.”

Did he change his mind? Just from a phone call? Elyse had no idea who made the call, but they had to be so

powerful that John was scared of them. Someone came to my aid. She thought it was her fan. She had a lot of fans,

and some must have known about her predicament. My fan must have helped me out.

Thinking she was saved, she flung the bodyguards’ arms away and gave each of them two tight slaps. “Unhand me,

you curs.”

Hey, we’re only following orders given by Mr. Oates. That slap wiped off what little sympathy they had for that

woman, but she did not know. She only knew she felt better after slapping someone.

Elyse would have hit John as well, but she had no idea if her helper was powerful enough to pin John down, so she

spoke softly, “Can we negotiate now, Mr. Oates?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

She was delighted to hear his affirmation. Good. Just you wait, Rose. Once I rise to fame again, I will destroy you.

“Thank you, Mr. Oates. I shall get prepared now.” She put on the best smile she had.

“Oh, we’re not in a hurry.” He sat down. “I have two roles for you. Pick whichever you want.”

“Two roles?” Oh my gosh. Who is my helper? I can’t believe he’s offering me two roles. Wow, my helper must be

powerful. Elyse was excited, but she didn’t show it. Instead, she adjusted her sunglasses and wore her mask. Slowly,

she asked, “What kind of roles are we talking about?”

“One, a servant. She dies in the first episode. She has three scenes and dies with her body mangled and broken

up,” said John slowly.

What? A servant who dies after three scenes?! And dies with a mangled body, too? The acting industry was filled

with all kinds of roles, but any veteran would be reluctant to take roles that had a horrible ending. They said it would

bring misfortune. Naturally, someone who was used to taking the lead roles like Elyse wouldn’t take the job.

“T-That is preposterous! Insulting, even!” She was shivering in fury.

John explained nothing. He added, “You can have the lead role as well.”

She didn’t like how he was looking at her, but she couldn’t refuse the allure of the lead role and quickly nodded. “I’ll

take that!” Good. That was just some kind of bad practical joke.

“Oh, let me finish. Rose said you could have the role, but you must f*ck the bodyguards first. If they’re fine with

your service, then we can move on to the negotiation.”

She tensed up at that, her delight disappearing immediately. Rose wants me to f*ck those pigs? Impossible! I had to

hold back a lot just to force myself to sleep with John, and now, she expects me to sleep with… a lowly bodyguard?!

The bodyguards were over the moon as they stared at her with unbridled lust in their eyes. She’s losing her fame

fast, but she is still a celebrity. There’s no way we can sleep with one with our pay. They had been wanting to sleep

with a celebrity ever since they saw their boss sleeping around with them.

Unfortunately, John never shared, and yet he was going to give them an A-grade woman now.

Elyse couldn’t ignore the lust. They were being too obvious. She saw their eyes widen as they rubbed their hands

together. She had no doubt they would tear her clothes apart if given the chance.

She thought having no movies to star in was bad enough, but she now knew it was just the beginning. When the

bodyguards came near her, she couldn’t hold back any longer and slapped them once more. Infuriated, the

bodyguards pinned her on the ground, rubbing her face against it. Her injured face got worse. It was crushed,

smashed, and bumped against all kinds of hard surfaces. Instead of helping, John recorded a video of it for Rose.

Left with no choice, Elyse called Ashton. When Ashton came, she looked like a broken doll lying on the ground. She

was not violated, but her dignity was gone. All gone. When she saw him, she crawled into his arms, crying. John and

his bodyguards were long gone when Ashton came.

Elyse wouldn’t stop crying. She almost suffocated halfway through.

It’s her first time relying on me. Ashton was delighted. He kept comforting her, patting her head and back time and

time again.

Yet, comfort was not what Elyse wanted; it was revenge. She raised her head and gripped his arms so tightly that

he thought his bones were going to break.

“You need to help me, Ashton. Drag Rose out from whatever hole she’s hiding in, and then punish her.” She must

suffer as much as I have suffered. No. She needs to suffer even more than that. She must suffer at least ten times

the suffering I have gone through.

Elyse’s eyes were filled with dark vengeance.