Chapter 1515
The bitterness in Jamie's heart surged like an unstoppable tide. She hesitated for a long moment before speaking softly, almost timidly. "She's my sister. No matter what happens, we'll work it out."
Suddenly, Ben, reeking of alcohol, lurched toward her, his bloodshot eyes locking onto hers.
"And what about me?" he demanded, his voice harsh and raw. "What am I to you? You left without a word, Jamie. What did you take me for?"
Jamie couldn't bring herself to meet his gaze. She turned her head awkwardly, her voice barely audible.
"It's all in the past. There's no point in talking about it now."
Ben stared at her calm, indifferent expression, and for the first time, he felt the weight of all these years of longing and heartache was nothing but a cruel joke.
"It's easy for you to say it doesn't matter because you've moved on," he said, his tone laced with bitterness. "But how can anyone understand their mistakes if they don't feel the pain?" With those words, his expression hardened.
He grabbed her by the neck and, without warning, pressed his scorching, forceful kiss against her lips.
Jamie gasped, her breath stolen as she stumbled backward under his weight.
"Ben, have you been drinking? Snap out of it! I'm not Winnie!" she pleaded.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
But he knew exactly who she was. For years, the woman who consumed his thoughts, his anger, and his love was etched into his very being.
With his hand gripping her tightly, Ben pushed her into the doorway of his office.
Jamie's anger flared as she struggled against him. "What do you think you're doing? You're Winnie's fiancé, my future brother-in-law!"
His breath was hot against her ear, and his voice was a dangerous murmur.
"Oh? And here I thought all you cared about was money, Jamie. Now you want to talk about morality? Be my mistress and I'll pay you."
His eyes glinted with a dark seduction, pulling her into an abyss she desperately wanted to escape.
Jamie pushed against his firm chest, her voice trembling. "Ben, you're a successful attorney with everything you could want. Asking a single mother like me to be your mistress? That's laughable
But Ben was unrelenting. He pressed her against the desk, his towering frame overpowering hers. His fingers, rough yet precise, traced along her skin, the ring on his finger catching the glow of the citydights
outside.
Jamie froze for a moment, her eyes darting to the light reflecting off his ring. She turned her head away, her voice low and resolute.
"There's no need for this kind of revenge, Ben. Let it go."
He stared at her face, unchanged by the years, as if she had preserved herself just as he remembered. His lips descended once more, his fingers threading into her hair as he held her head firmly. The kiss was consuming, relentless, and suffocating.
Jamie's eyes widened, and tears rolled down her cheek. She whimpered, her hands weakly pushing against him.
"Ben, please... don't," she whispered, her voice shaking.
Despite the alcohol clouding his judgment, his strength far surpassed hers. She couldn't break free, leaving her only option to beg softly for him to stop.
Ben, consumed by his own inner turmoil, tore at her clothes effortlessly.
The cold air against her skin made her shiver as an overwhelming sense of humiliation and despair gripped her.
Her hands tried desperately to shield herself, but it was futile, like trying to topple a mountain.
Tears streamed down her face like pearls on a broken string, soaking her blouse and dripping onto Ben's hand.
"Ben, snap out of it!" she cried, her voice breaking. "What about Winnie? What about your own integrity? How can you do this to her?"
Her words were laced with sobs, an attempt to break through to him.
But Ben seemed completely detached from reason. His eyes were glassy, and a bitter smirk tugged at his lips, mocking her desperation.
"Integrity?" he laughed coldly. "You want to talk about integrity, Jamie? When you disappeared without a word, did you think about what that did
me? Did you think about the love you threw away?"