Married To A Powerful Domineering Billionaire

Tonight, her fathers medical expenses will be settled.

The price is her first time!

Daisy Buchanan hesitated for more than half an hour before leaving the bathroom and stepping out of the room.

The room had filled with the smell of cigarette smoke. Following the scent, she saw a tall dark figure standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Was this the man who bought her first time at the auction? The golden master she had to serve?

But this silhouette seemed somewhat familiar...

No matter, saving her father was urgent!

Daisy Buchanan clenched her fists, took off her bathrobe, leaving only a sexy black strapless dress, mustered up her courage, and walked forward.

"Sir, its getting late, let me help you rest."

She stood on tiptoe, reached out to take off the mans suit jacket, her hands trembling with nervousness.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed, and the man turned around...

"Daisy Buchanan, are you so eager?"

"How is it you?"

Daisy Buchanan was shocked.

The man who bought her was actually Jay Gatsby!

Her ex-husband!

The culprit who caused her family to fall apart and her father to be seriously ill in the hospital!

Could it be... that tonight was all planned by him?

A sense of bitterness spread in her chest. Daisy Buchanans chin was pinched by the man.

"Do you hate me?"

"Jay Gatsby, Im already like this, why cant you let me go?" Daisy Buchanan weakly waved his arm away, her expression pained.

"Let you go?"

Jay Gatsby seemed to hear a joke, his face darkened instantly, his large hand suddenly grabbing her slender neck, veins bulging on the back of his hand...

"Daisy Buchanan, it was your father and daughter who didnt let go of Kitty back then! She was sold here by your father, so, shouldnt you pay back now!" Leaning over, he whispered in her ear.

"I said my dad is not that kind of person! No one hurt Catherine Kitty Genovese!"

"You shut up!"

The large hand on her neck tightened, making Daisy Buchanan almost unable to breathe, her face flushed red.

Jay Gatsby really wanted to kill her for another woman!

Daisy Buchanan gave a self-mocking smile, looking at the mans fierce face, tears welling up in her eyes...

Suddenly, Jay Gatsby let go, and Daisy Buchanan lay on the floor gasping for breath, like a fish deprived of oxygen.

She knew she must look very miserable now! But in front of him, when has she ever been confident?

"Your purpose has been achieved, I wont get in your way."

Daisy Buchanan couldnt sell her body to the murderer who caused her family to fall apart; it was her last bottom line and dignity.

She had just reached the door, her hand not yet touching the doorknob, when a hot body was pressed against her back.

"Dont forget that I am your buyer now, your hospitalized father needs money very much! Even if its not me tonight, you have already been branded with my name, Jay Gatsby. My woman, who dares to want!"

Jay Gatsby stated this fact calmly.

These words made Daisy Buchanan realize her situation, a fish on the chopping board, and her life and her fathers life were in the hands of this man.

"Yes, you won again," just as decisive as when he ruined their family years ago.

Daisy Buchanan gave up resistance and let the man act recklessly towards her...

When the tearing pain came, Daisy Buchanan didnt make a sound, her lips bitten to bleed, her face pale and lifeless.

Married for three years, she still kept her pure body, was it ridiculous?

Even more ridiculous was that after the divorce, the one who possessed her body was this divorced "ex-husband."

I dont know how long it took for the man to leave, Daisy Buchanan endured the discomfort of her body and pulled her dress together.

Afterwards, Jay Gatsby returned to his usual ascetic indifference, opened the door and was about to leave, but was pulled by Daisy Buchanan from behind.

"Whats the matter? Not satisfied yet?"

"Give me the money." Daisy Buchanan opened her palm, regardless of how he would mock: "My first time was taken by you, then you should fulfill your promise to give me..."

"Youre disgusting!"

In the end, Jay Gatsby wrote a check and threw it on Daisy Buchanans face, just like driving away a beggar.

Disdain, disgust, contempt... and other emotions were all constantly mocking Daisy Buchanans shamelessness.