Chapter 81

Christina was still a bit confused.

Was this a confession?

Seeing her stunned expression, Stanley quickly added, "You don't have to give me an answer right away. Take your time to think about it. I really like you. We're in the same industry, we share the same interests, and we'll definitely have a lot to talk about in the future."

Christina laughed. There was no need to think about it.

The only thing she could think of was to refuse.

"Stanley, I..."

Before she could finish, Stanley interrupted, "I understand your concerns. Maybe there are some obstacles between us, but I'm willing to overcome them. I'm willing to give you time to see my sincerity."

His words made it hard for her to refuse directly.

"Do you know Kaitlyn likes you?"

Stanley didn't avoid the question and nodded slightly. "I know, but feelings can't be one-sided."

"I want to tell you the same thing," Christina said sincerely.

William stood not far away, gripping his champagne glass so tightly it seemed like it might shatter.

Just as she finished speaking, the sound of breaking glass suddenly came from the other side.

It turned out that Kaitlyn had knocked over a small champagne tower.

Seeing everyone's eyes on her, Kaitlyn gave Stanley a resentful look and ran off.

Kelvin didn't stop her, frowning. "What's wrong with her?"

Ethan glanced over and quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, I'll go after her."

"Go quickly. Kaitlyn really should be more mindful of the occasion," Kelvin sighed.

With the main character gone, the birthday party naturally lost its charm.

Guests began to leave one after another.

Christina sighed. She didn't know what to say in such a situation. She wanted to find Kaitlyn to explain, but she didn't know where she was.

Stanley didn't seem to think he was the cause of the problem.

"Let me take you home, it's late and it's not safe for you to be alone."

"No need," Christina shook her head. "There's no possibility between us, and I'm not interested in a relationship right now."

Stanley still held onto a sliver of hope. "Is it because you're good friends with Kaitlyn?"

Christina was sincere. "No, it's because I don't like you."

Stanley's expression turned sad.

"Let me at least take you home."

Christina shook her head again. "No, to avoid any misunderstandings, it's best if we don't have any contact."

Stanley's hand froze in mid-air. He sighed deeply, unable to say a word. As Christina stepped outside, a car roared up and stopped right in front of her.

It was William!

He rolled down the window and said coldly, "Get in."

Christina wanted to refuse.

"Don't make me say it twice," William's tone carried a hint of threat.

Christina had no choice but to get in the car.

"Already moving on to another guy? How long have you known him before he confessed?"

"This has nothing to do with you. Even if I date, it's a normal relationship," Christina said coldly.

William's words cut deep.

"Someone like you can't make it work with me, so you set your sights on someone else? What can he offer you?"

Christina gritted her teeth. "You really think so little of people."

William sneered. "Isn't that exactly who you are?"

"You!" Christina couldn't reason with him and didn't want to argue anymore. She reached for the door handle.

The door was locked.

She tried to grab the steering wheel.

William slammed on the brakes, pulled out his belt, tied her hands, and threw her into the back seat.

Christina felt a wave of despair.

"What are you doing?"

William said nothing, speeding all the way to a villa.

He got out, opened the back door, hoisted her over his shoulder, and carried her upstairs, throwing her onto the bed. He began unbuttoning his shirt.

Christina sensed danger and panicked. "What are you doing? Let me go."

"Christina, are you always this fickle? Flirting with one guy after another?"

William's eyes narrowed, and he leaned in, his hot kiss falling on her.

With her hands tied, Christina had no way to resist. A tear silently slid down her cheek.

Her heart was filled with despair and anger. Her tears were not from fear, but from humiliation and being misunderstood.

"William, this is illegal. Let me go!" Christina shouted, trying to awaken his reason.

William sneered and began to have sex with her.

His actions were not gentle, almost violent.

Even though it hurt, Christina bit her lip and said nothing.

He seemed insatiable, fucking her over and over.

The entire night felt like a pitch-black nightmare from which she couldn't wake.

It wasn't until the deep night, when everything outside was immersed in silent darkness, that William finally stopped, exhausted. He lay beside her, taking a deep breath.

Christina lay there, physically and emotionally drained. Her tears had dried, leaving only the pain in her heart. She could feel the physical pain, but the pain in her heart was worse.

She didn't understand why William had become like this. Their relationship hadn't been like this before.

She struggled to get up, opened the dial screen, and started to dial 911.

Her finger hovered over the call button, hesitating.

If she called the police, it would blow up. Everything she had hoped for would be gone.

Her relationship with William would be exposed, and during the investigation, the media would swarm. Her peaceful life would be over.

With this in mind, she turned off her phone, feeling like her heart was bleeding.

William saw her actions and sneered.

"Why didn't you call?"

"Do you want the Cavendish family's reputation ruined?" Christina said, like a walking corpse.

"Do you care about that? You still want to be connected to me." William lit a cigarette, smoke swirling around him.

Christina was too tired to argue. She laughed bitterly. "If you know my intentions, aren't you afraid I'll cling to you?"

"I won't give you the chance to be Mrs. Cavendish," William said coldly.

A tear fell from Christina's eye. She quietly wiped it away and got up to get dressed.