His Sweet Menace novel

---- Chapter 1 On a whim, my older sister, Lilith Moore, had run away to escape her wedding. Thus, I was sent to serve Charles Bowman, the scion of Grouchester, in her stead. However, the moment Lilith returned, I was immediately tossed to the side. For the past three years, I had been the one who had stayed by his side and taken care of him. I was also the one he had humiliated for his entertainment. Everyone thought I was madly in love with him. Even Charles himself believed so.

However, on the day that he proposed to me with great fanfare, I tossed the ring in his face. The smile on my face was both cold and unfeeling . "We're just having fun. Don't tell me you took me seriously?" "Shay, I lost the best. You're to spend the night with him." Ihad been with Charles for four years when he ---- wagered me off at the poker table. He had lost me to his rival, Horace Langsten.

At that moment, I was sitting in his lap, dressed ina dress made from a light fabric, and holding a lighter so I could light his cigarette. When I heard his words, I nearly burned myself on the flame, and my eyes immediately misted over. "Charles, I don't want to be with him. I'm yours alone. " In my panic, I leaned in to try to kiss him, but he merely stopped me absentmindedly .

He ruffled my hair affectionately and said, "Be a good girl, Shay." Then, he tossed me onto the poker table like I was a piece of trash. The overhead lights shone down on me as I curled in on myself, feeling the brunt of the scornful gazes from those around. They had a right to feel contempt. I was someone who could only stay in the shadows, a mere plaything that Charles entertained himself with. I wasn't even fit to be called a lover.

The person he truly loved was Lilith, my sister in name, and a princess who had received all the love since the day she was born. I, Shayla Moore, on the other hand, was the ---- illegitimate child that the Moores had reclaimed a few years ago. To the public, I was the younger Ms. Moore, but truthfully, I was no different from the help. Three years ago, Lilith had escaped the country on the eve of her wedding to Charles.

Not long after, I found my way back to the Moores and took the opportunity to replace Lilith , shamelessly crawling onto Charles' bed. Since then, he had firmly believed that I had forced Lilith to leave the country and that I was nothing more than a gold digger. Thus, he subjected me to endless humiliation. Right then, Horace's predatory gaze lingered on me as he sought confirmation. "Charles, are you sure?

A beauty such as her will likely be half dead by the time I'm done with her." Everyone in the circle knew Horace had certain violent proclivities . Any woman who had spent the night with him would always be seen with bruises littered over her body, and they would always tremble at the mention of his name. I turned my head around to plead with Charles.

" Charles, please..." "As beautiful as she is, you still get sick of the same thing after three years." Charles ignored my pleas and slowly lit a cigarette . Then, he made a request . "Do