The Alpha Kings Hated Slave

Sophia lay in a daze on her bed, her forehead covered in a fine layer of sweat, her breathing growing rapid with the nightmare.

In her dream, a dark figure advanced relentlessly, its laughter maniacal, "You can rest in peace, I will take your place perfectly!"

"No, dont come any closer..."

She felt so distressed.

The dark figure tightly gripped her neck.

"Help, save me..."

Sophia flailed her arms, like a drowning person, desperately trying to grasp something.

Suddenly, a beam of intense light flashed.

Sophias eyes snapped open, and the tall figure before her made her heart race, and she sat up abruptly.

The man stood by the bed, his deep, cold eyes fixed on her.

A chill ran down her spine.

She froze, staring at him blankly.

This man was her husband of three months, yet she had only seen him for the second time.

He was strikingly handsome.

With deep, sharp eyebrows, a high nose, thin, clean lips, and cold black pupils that exuded an aristocratic pride.

However.

The danger in his eyes was not to be ignored.

Sophia forced herself to calm down and spoke as calmly as possible, "You... youre back."

Ethans gaze locked onto her, not uttering a word.

Sophia felt very uncomfortable under his gaze and shifted her body.

The mans dark eyes dimmed, and he sneered, suddenly leaning down and pinning her to the bed.

Sophia instinctively struggled, "What are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" Ethans lips curled into a contemptuous smile, "Heh, you schemed to marry me, didnt you want me, huh?"

"No, I didnt mean..."

Sophias body tensed up, her hands pushing against his chest.

She didnt!

If she could, she just wanted to stay away from him, preferably never to meet again.

Because of her identity, she couldnt be with him...

No way!

She couldnt let him touch her!

Sophia suddenly struggled fiercely, "Ethan, you cant touch me!"

Ethan chuckled, "Your pretense is truly nauseating!"

The mocking words left Sophia dazed.

Lost in thought, she suddenly felt a chill on her body.

"Ugh..." Sophia was terrified; the man was terrifying.

Alas, the disparity in strength between men and women made it impossible for Sophia to resist.

Then came the relentless entanglement, from which she could not refuse. Ethan was incredibly passionate towards her.

No.

Not towards her, but towards Olivia.

After everything was over, Sophia collapsed on the bed, feeling as if all her strength had been drained, her body aching and trembling slightly.

Ethan turned her sweaty face and whispered with his thin lips against her ear, "Olivia, remember, you are just a substitute tool!"

His humiliating tone was like a sharp knife soaked in ice.

Each word was particularly painful.

Knowing that she was just a stand-in, not his real wife Olivia, her heart still ached unexpectedly.

With that, he flung her away, his eyes filled with disgust, and left without any emotion.

Sophia watched his resolute back leave, her ears filled with his humiliating words, her mind foggy, trying to understand something...

However, her physical exhaustion made her mentally and physically drained, and she fell asleep.