Chapter 3 2 - Faster, Satisfy Me.

Camilla, who had just entered her room, immediately closed the door. She was truly exhausted by her family's current situation. Her mother was in debt, and then she and her father were dragged into this difficult situation.

Camilla lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, which was decorated with a painting of little angels holding arrows. She closed her eyes for a moment, searching for a way to calm her emotions.

A few minutes passed, and after feeling somewhat lightheaded, Camilla decided to sit up. She untied her hair, then quickly stood up and walked over to the dressing table.

Camilla's room was painted blue, and her bed was covered with bright red sheets. In the corner of the room was a glass cabinet, and inside it was a multitude of books.

Camilla loved to read and was also an intelligent and talented woman. Not many people knew that Camilla was also a writer.

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The knock on the door was rather harsh, causing Camilla to immediately avert her gaze. She walked to the door, opened it, and took two steps back in surprise.

“You ran away, dear.” The man’s voice was hoarse, his piercing eyes piercing Camilla.

“Who let you in?” Camilla asked sourly.

The man was Danieru, the man who moments earlier had wanted Camilla to be his wife.

“Finding the room of the woman who will be my wife isn’t difficult. Why don’t we talk first, Miss Alistair?”

Camilla looked away, knowing this wasn’t going to be a good conversation. From the strange look on Danieru’s face, she could tell there was something he wanted from her, and he wouldn’t accept rejection.

“I don’t think we have anything to discuss.” Camilla prepared to close the bedroom door, but Danieru quickly blocked it.

“Very rude to a future husband,” Danieru commented.

“I’m not getting married!” Camilla firmly stated. She still tried to close the door, but Danieru pushed her body, forcing her to take two steps back.

“I want to talk!” Danieru insisted.

Camilla, who managed to steady herself, felt relieved that she hadn't fallen and acted foolishly in front of Danieru. The woman glared at him sharply, signaling that she was completely displeased with his behavior moments earlier.

Danieru, who had successfully entered Camilla's room, immediately closed the door, locked it, and then approached Camilla, who was standing right behind him. "I wanted to talk to you about something important, and you just kicked me out."

"We have no business to discuss, especially in a bedroom!" Camilla stated firmly.

Danieru immediately pushed Camilla onto the bed, grinning as the beautiful woman fell. He immediately pinned her down, staring at her face from a very close distance.

Camilla's heart was beating fast, her blood rushing. Danger! This was very dangerous for her; it wouldn't be funny if she wanted Danieru to touch her. Camilla immediately struggled, pushing Danieru away.

Danieru immediately restrained Camilla, feeling uneasy as she continued to struggle under his control. Danieru quickly crushed Camilla's lips, holding her petite body even tighter.

Camilla's eyes widened, she stopped struggling, and remained silent for a long moment. The man was truly insane; he seemed to know her weakness.

Danieru immediately released his grip on Camilla's lips, licking them and grinning.

Camilla immediately pushed Danieru away, breathing a sigh of relief when the man was pushed aside and she was free.

"You!" Camilla said sharply.

"I'll give you only two choices: Be my wife, or be my whore." Danieru crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and remained standing upright.

Camilla immediately got up from the bed, stood up, and raised her right hand. The woman looked so irritated, she couldn't even swing her hand at Danieru's face.

"Why don't you hit me in the face?"

Camilla glared at him in disapproval, and immediately pushed Danieru away. "I don't want to be either of those two!"

Danieru, who received this answer, chuckled in amusement. The woman before him was truly attractive. "I didn't give you three choices, Miss Alistair."

Camilla glared angrily. "And I still don't want to be anyone to you!"

"If you marry me, the Alistair family fortune won't be lost. You have freedom, you can enjoy your life to the fullest. I just need a formal marriage, and I need you for that." Danieru pulled back the corner of his lips, then reached out and grabbed Camilla's chin.

Camilla, under this treatment, remained silent, her eyes fixed on Danieru. There were feelings of hatred, anger, and even intent to kill that man.

“But if you become my prostitute, then I’ll sell your body, and consider the proceeds as money to repay my debt.”

“You’re going too far! My mother is the one in debt, why should I have to bear it?” Camilla asked, her voice trembling. She wasn’t a prostitute, nor was she something that could be used to repay the debt.

“Do I care? That’s between you and your mother, not me.” Danieru withdrew his hand from Camilla’s chin, tucked it into his pocket, and smiled sweetly.

“And that debt is between you and me; I have no part in it.” Camilla remained unmoved, staring at Danieru. There was fear as their eyes met, but she also retained her dignity.

“Miss Alistair, aren’t the two choices I’ve given you enough? If you become my wife, I won’t sell you. I only need you to inherit my family’s inheritance; otherwise, you can live your life.”

Camilla raised her eyebrows. Was he serious? Had the man just thrown meat at her and wanted her to take it properly?

“In short, I want you to become a contractual wife, just to get the inheritance. Do you understand?” Danieru asked.

In that instant, Camilla felt the problem was almost solved. She wouldn’t take such a big risk; she wasn’t a foolish woman who would defend her pride and suffer for her own choices.

Camilla knew Danieru definitely wouldn’t let her go. If she threw away the opportunity to become his wife, she would end up being a slave to any man’s lust. Camilla would be deeply ashamed; she was usually the one who bought men to satisfy her, and it would be deeply hurt to her pride if the situation turned around.

“What will I get?” Camilla asked.

“Your mother’s debt will be paid off, and all of Alistair’s family assets will be restored to their original state.” Danieru stepped forward, bent down, and brought his face close to hers. "I can even provide a man for you, as long as you're a good wife, then I'll be kind. Miss Alistair, you know I wouldn't bother with a marriage just because of a debt; I'm not that lowly of a man."

Camilla met Danieru's gaze. "But after this, you must truly keep your promise. You must let go of my family, and you must give me those men. I know that old woman must have said a lot about me, right?"

"You're a truly smart woman. We'll get married after my lawyer takes care of the marriage contract. I only need your body, not your love." Danieru then straightened himself, turned, and left the room.

Camilla breathed a sigh of relief; she was safe now. Becoming Danieru's wife wasn't a bad thing; it would be worse if he made her a prostitute. Camilla lay down; after this, she would talk to her father; she didn't care if he was angry with her wishes. What was certain was that she had to remove her mother from Alistair's family; that would eliminate the source of her troubles.