"Since you were the one who spoke first, don't even think about escaping..."
Jessica spoke mischievously, successfully making Veronica tremble with fear.
She had been so firm earlier, but when her eyes met Jessica's.
Realizing that the other party was serious and not just playing childish games, she recoiled.
She clutched the blanket and moved backward; as Jessica advanced, she retreated a step.
However, the bed was less than two meters wide, and she was eventually cornered against the headboard by Jessica.
Her body pressed against the soft headboard cushion, there was no escaping now.
"Wait, wait, I really can't do it!"
When Jessica, who was inches away, cupped her face and was about to kiss her.
Veronica finally couldn't bear it anymore; tears instantly streamed down her face, and she cried as she pushed Jessica away.
"See, I told you you couldn't do it."
Jessica looked at Veronica's reaction, completely unsurprised.
With her rich experience, she concluded that Veronica simply wasn't capable.
But as if she hadn't heard Jessica's words, Veronica hugged herself, sobbing softly, tears falling continuously and soaking the blanket with spots.
Seeing her pitiful state, Jessica subconsciously pulled out a cigarette, but then put it back.
She remembered that Jessica seemed to dislike smoke.
"Don't be too sad. If you don't want to do this, go home. There's always another way."
Veronica was crying so hard that her once dazzling purple hair was disheveled behind her head, and many stray hairs were stuck to her face by tears.
Seeing this, even Jessica felt a little unbearable.
"But, but I have no home to return to..."
Veronica hugged her legs, appearing utterly helpless.
Jessica's words not only failed to provide any comfort but instead made Veronica recall sad memories, and her tears fell even more rapidly.
Perhaps it was too long since she had confided in anyone, or perhaps Veronica, who had never shown such an ugly side in front of others, felt incredibly vulnerable.
In any case, without even understanding why herself, she haltingly, while crying, began to tell Veronica her story.
She was a singer, at least she used to be.
And she was quite successful in that line of work.
She had not only fans who loved her but also companies willing to give her opportunities.
That was when Veronica, in her prime, was too young.
Unaware that all of fate's gifts had long been secretly marked with a price.
Until a certain executive at the entertainment company wanted her to go to a certain big shot's suburban mansion room at night.
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