Chapter 499

After making enough money using Maisy, he planned to seek out Skylar, take her home, and build a family. Lately, he’d been dwelling on the simple, seemingly achievable wishes he and Skylar had shared. It was everything he’d ever wanted. He loved Skylar and vowed never to love anyone else.

The man exited the truck, a satisfied expression on his face. He instructed Christopher, "Your truck is out of condoms; I couldn't use protection. Buy her some birth control pills."

Christopher got into the truck after the man left. He glared disdainfully at the nearly unconscious Maisy. "Stop faking it," he sneered. "Tonight's clients weren't any good; they wouldn't have exhausted you."

Maisy tried to escape. She couldn't endure it any longer. From a wealthy family, she was meant to marry into an even wealthier one. How could she be trapped and tortured like this? She'd rather be dead. Christopher was ruthless.

Christopher grabbed her leg and threw her back into the truck like a sack of rubbish. "I'll find you a nice home once I've made enough money off you," he declared, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her face. That face would fetch a good price. He planned to torture her first, to avenge what she'd done to Skylar.

Maisy's pupils constricted. She knew the "nice home" wouldn't be nice at all.

"Christopher, you're a pervert!" she cried. "If I'd known, I never would have dated you. Are you thrilled to see me harassed by these men? Would Skylar take you back knowing you're a maniac? No, she wouldn't accept you. She's with Joe now. How could she fall for you again? You were with her for years and didn't even know she was an expert antique restorer, just like the rest of us! She kept it from you all those years. Stop fantasizing about getting back together; it'll never happen!"

Christopher slapped her hard across the face.

"You think Skylar is like you? She would never worship the rich and look down on the poor," he retorted, his face pale.

Maisy's words grated on Christopher. He couldn't control the rage building inside him. He kicked her repeatedly. "It's all because of you, Maisy!"

Maisy covered her head and screamed, "Christopher, I pray for your horrible demise! Skylar will never get back together with you. If you can't beat Joe, there's no point fantasizing about her!"

"Shut up! Shut the hell up!" he roared.

When Skylar awoke, she saw a missed call from an unknown number and ignored it; she'd received many scam calls. Then, Joe's seductive baritone voice filled the room. "You're awake?"

Skylar turned toward the door. Joe must have woken before her.

Remembering last night, Skylar blushed. "When did you wake up?" He must have slept later than she had; he'd bathed her after they'd made love, and she had no idea how he'd gotten her back into bed.

"Half an hour ago," Joe replied. "I made breakfast. Care for some?"

Skylar stared at him in surprise. He looked content. "You made breakfast?"