I have a thing for possessive, controlling relationships. Sebastian Thorne, a master of this game, captured my heart. He was cold, distant, and always got his way. Until the day I told him I wanted to find a good man and settle down. On the surface, he was calm and indifferent. But that night, he tied me to the bed, crying and insisting he was a good man too. He claimed I ruined him. "If you didn't like it like this, why would I do it? Who would want me now? I'm used goods! You ruined me! You played with my feelings! You're fickle! It's you! It's all you!" Me: "..." 1 I am a classic "gold canary." On the surface, I look weak and easily bullied. In reality, I am weak and easily bullied. [Clothes sent. Change into them. Driver will pick you up.] I stared at the message on my phone. I rolled around on the bed. That tone of notification, that unquestionable attitude, that cold message. I opened the package he sent. His taste was as extravagant as ever: luxurious dresses and blinding jewelry. I buried my face deep in the clothes and inhaled. So tacky. I love it. I typed back weakly: [Sebastian, I don't like these.] [Put them on.] My heart pounded. So domineering. I love it even more. 2 Sebastian's various business banquets couldn't do without my assistance. Even though everyone said I was just a vase with beauty but no brains, offering no help to Sebastian. Whenever this happened, I would rest my chin on my hand, stare at the person until they were uncomfortable, and then ask cheekily, "So let me ask you, am I beautiful?" The person would look flustered but had to nod reluctantly and admit it. That's enough then. The number one vase in the entertainment industry, with beauty but no substance, irreplaceable. Sebastian Thorne is lucky to have me. And he's rich, handsome, and good at being controlling. If any of these conditions were missing, I might not have become his gold canary. 3 Sebastian stood at the entrance waiting for me to get out of the car. I lifted my skirt and walked over cheerfully, braking suddenly to change my expression, almost forgetting to control my face. I frowned slightly, squeezed out two tears, looking sentimental. "Sebastian." Sebastian didn't spare me a glance. "Let's go." As expected, cold and distant. He extended his hand just now but pulled it back. I assumed he was shocked speechless by my beauty and remembered his identity as my sugar daddy. After all, as a sugar daddy, it would be losing face to personally take care of a canary. I went up and took his arm. Entering the hall, everyone's expressions varied. Some came over to curry favor with Sebastian, not forgetting to compliment me beside him. "Miss Winters is young and beautiful, gentle and considerate. She looks very compatible with Mr. Thorne." Maybe they ran out of words. Using the word "compatible" made me fear Sebastian would bankrupt them with a single sentence. The person couldn't read Sebastian's expression and could only force themselves to praise my successful career. Successful career... he really knows how to praise. I'm a D-list celebrity, and the two variety show gigs I got were resources Sebastian threw my way. So I pursed my lips and smiled: "You really know how to talk." Sebastian glanced at me lightly. I understood. This meant shut up. During the break, I hid on the second-floor balcony, bored, looking at the scenery outside the railing. Being rich is nice. A little breeze, a little view, a little coffee. "Willow Winters!" I turned around and saw a cute and playful girl gritting her teeth and staring at me. She said angrily: "You're very proud, aren't you?" What do you mean? I gestured for her to continue. "Don't think just because you're with Sebastian now, you can be with him forever. Whenever I want, Sebastian can kick you out anytime!" I remembered. It's said Sebastian had a childhood sweetheart. Their families were close enough to arrange a marriage, but Sebastian wasn't interested in her. Obviously, he's more interested in a glamorous vase like me. "You like Sebastian?" Lily Moon blushed. "What nonsense are you talking about!" "You like Sebastian, but you have no chance." Lily was shy just now, but hearing this, her face darkened. "Who do you think you are? Just a sell-out. Do you really think Sebastian takes you seriously? Believe it or not, I can make him blacklist you right now!" Such ugly words. I slapped her. Slap! She covered her face in disbelief. Why would I need Sebastian to take me seriously? "Your brother cares about looks," I smiled, pointing to my face. "He likes this face. You can get plastic surgery to look like this. If you have a dirty mouth again, ten slaps." Besides, being weak and easily bullied presupposes Sebastian is present. Strike the heart. Lily screamed and tried to tear my face. The commotion here attracted people. Sebastian and another young man walked over. Lily cried instantly, throwing herself into Sebastian's arms saying I bullied her and asking him to kick me out. The innocent rich girl and the cold, domineering CEO standing together indeed had a special flavor. Sebastian pushed her aside. Looked at me. I looked back at him. After a while, a tear fell, and I turned my head away. That tear hit the soft carpet silently. Sebastian stepped forward and took my hand, took off his jacket, and draped it over me. The jacket had his faint scent. "Put it on." I was surprised and tried to struggle, but Sebastian was too strong. Sebastian frowned: "Don't move." I quieted down. My eyes were still red. Sebastian touched my face with his hand. I instinctively dodged. He froze for a second, then unquestioningly turned my face back. The thin calluses on his fingertips hurt my cheek a little. I hissed. Gently stepped on his foot. Sebastian was expressionless, ordered the driver to take me back, and took the screaming Lily downstairs himself. The young man beside him raised an eyebrow slightly. I glanced at him preparing to leave. As we passed each other, a business card fell precisely into my bag. 4 Poaching right in front of Sebastian. Very bold. As soon as Sebastian came back, I crumpled the card and threw it in the trash. He loosened his tie, pulled me from the sofa, and kissed me fiercely and urgently. A messy kiss. "Sebastian." I was bitten a bit painfully, wanted to push him away, but couldn't. Sebastian's eyes were deep. When he stared down, I actually felt my scalp tingle. "You cried today." I recalled. I did squeeze out two crocodile tears when battling tea skills with Lily today. I opened my mouth to pretend to be pitiful again. Sebastian: "Cry again." Me: "..." He seemed to find it interesting, his thumb rubbing my face constantly. "Cry." I blinked desperately, eyes red, forcing out a bit of tears. Sebastian was satisfied. "Beautiful." A concise psycho.
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