A Call That Changed Her Entire Life

"Why are you stopping me? I am going to the company now," said Emily.
Distressed and annoyed, she looked at the servants who were standing guard at the door angrily, as her head felt like it would
explode at any moment.
The servants looked at each other helplessly, not knowing what to do. One of them whispered,"Miss Emily, we're only following
Mr. Jacob's orders. We hope that you can understand. If we let you leave the mansion, we will all lose our jobs."
Emily had no words to express her anger, but she could not just pretend that nothing was wrong, so she turned around and
walked straight back to her room and shut the door behind her.
What was Jacob thinking? Keeping her locked up in the mansion?
The servants brought her lunch and dinner when it was time. At first, Emily thought about waiting until evening when Jacob
would return, so she could have a word with him. However, she did not expect that she would be waiting so long for him that
she'd end up falling asleep. Even then there was no sign of Jacob.
Early next morning, Emily found out from one of the servants that Jacob did not return to the Tyrone Mansion last night. She got
anxious and thought about calling the other party, but to her surprise, the other party cut the call without even answering it.
Was Jacob mad at her for some reason?
Jacob did not return to the Tyrone Mansion for several days. Meanwhile, Emily's mobile phone was also taken away. It was
literally impossible for her to contact the outside world. She wondered how the LA Company was doing.
Gradually, Emily calmed down, knowing that Jacob couldn't keep her imprisoned like that forever.
In the middle of the night, she carefully slid down the pipe outside the window. After she landed safely, she was about breathe a
sigh of relief, but suddenly, she could hear heavy footsteps coming from behind her. Almost in an instant, her heart sank to the
ground.
"Are you trying to run away?"
In the dark moonlit night, the man's voice sounded deep and captivating, yet it exuded a certain sense of foreboding.
Emily's heart squeaked like a mice as she slowly turned around. She saw a man standing, tall and cold, with a sense of
ruthlessness.

She bit her lip and mumbled,"Jacob..."
But before she could finish, the man pushed her up against the wall and pressed his body to hers.
"Without my permission, do you want to escape?"
Emily could smell the faint odor of alcohol from Jacob's mouth. She raised her eyelids and looked into his eyes, but all she could
see was pure, unadulterated anger.
"You can't imprison me like this!" yelled Emily.
All of a sudden, Jacob smiled as if he were amused by what Emily had said. He asked,"So, should I let you leave here and let
you go back to your old lover?"
"You don't need to make such a fuss. That's not what this is about!" replied Emily with dissatisfaction.
"Ha..."
Jacob sneered, he continued,"Then why are you running away from me?"
Wasn't he good to her? Did he not give her everything?
Why did she have to do things that made him unhappy all the time? Since Jacob had already labelled her as his own, escaping
without his permission was absolutely out of the question.
Yet if Jacob had not imprisoned her, she wouldn't have to resort to this in the first place. Nobody would accept that kind of
treatment!
Emily cried out,"I can't explain everything now, but you can't expect me to accept this sort of behavior!" Although she was
reluctant about confronting him, she had no intentions of withdrawing from a fight.
Jacob's face grew a little colder, as he grabbed Emily's arm and dragged her into the villa.
"Let me go! You're hurting me!"
Emily stumbled and struggled.
Jacob did not let go of her hand, instead, he clenched her wrists more tightly, as he pulled her up the stairs.

The servants and bodyguards in the house heard the screaming. When they came to see what it was, they found that it was
Jacob, so they quickly dispersed like insects.
No matter what happened between Emily and Jacob, it was a matter between the two people, so they do not want to get into
trouble.
Jacob dragged her to the master bedroom and threw her to the bed.
The big bed was very soft. Even if Jacob hadn't controlled his strength, Emily could not have gotten hurt from the fall. She was
just a little dizzy. When she finally came to her senses, she saw the man taking off his expensive blazer and throwing it onto the
floor. He loosened his tie and slowly walked towards her.
"What are you doing?" exclaimed Emily. The shock of what was happening made it harder for Emily to struggle. She couldn't
stop her legs from frantically kicking about.
Jacob straddled her and restrained both of her hands with one hand, making it impossible for her to move.
"Emily, you look at me," said Jacob. He breathed the foul stench of alcohol on her face. The distance between the two people
was getting smaller, as the tip of their noses seemed to touch each other.
Flustered, Emily's face contorted with anger as she cried out,"Jacob, let me go!"
Jacob shoved his tongue inside her mouth to kiss her and to stop her from shouting. "Look at me!" he demanded.
Emily was forced to face his eyes. They were so deep, she felt like she was staring into the abyss.
"Emily, I like you. You... do you like me?"
"I don't like you!"
Emily said it without a second thought.
Although Jacob had saved her and helped her with a lot of things, she could not accept being treated like a prisoner, even
though she had grown to have feelings for him. Emily could never accept a person who treated women in such a manner!
Jacob's handsome face quickly darkened, as if a faint black mist had come over it. "All right," he said.

Suddenly, he felt stupid for asking such a ridiculous question.
Jacob- people always looked up at this name, for his name carried the weight of a man with absolute power.
When did he fall so low? Jacob had used up all the energy in his life on this woman, but she still did not appreciate his efforts.
With regards to everything else, success would come to him like a loyal dog, but now he felt like a total joke.
Jacob's tone once again became arrogant and condescending. He said coldly,"I don't need your love. I only want your body."
That's right, all he wanted was just Emily's body.
Why did he even bother putting up with all the obstacles when he could have just taken what he wanted? If you liked something,
you had to grab it. If you wanted it, you had to hold onto it tightly. So what was he still thinking about?
Jacob should have just grabbed what he wanted, then everything would go back to normal again. He would no longer have to
deal with the emotional strain he was going through.
Stunned, Emily raised her face and blew the hair off her face to look at the man's face.
The man's eyes were getting deeper and deeper, as if they were about to transform into something else, something demonic.
Jacob's entire disposition had an ominous aura, and his body portrayed a sense of danger and mystery. The pressure was
overwhelming.
"Even an ungrateful person needs to pay the price," he said.
Jacob looked at Emily like a hunter eyeing its prey. He did nothing to hide his desires of the flesh and his lust for her had taken
over his senses.
So... The man Emily was seeing was the true Jacob!
He was dangerous and merciless.
Jacob may have seemed thoughtful and gentle in the past, but that was just an illusion he had created to lure his prey. He no
longer wanted to hide his true nature, because there was no need for it anymore.
Emily began to feel terrified, as her eyes widened with worry, like a helpless, cornered animal. "Jacob, calm down..." she
whispered.

"I am very calm now," replied Jacob. The next moment, Jacob tore off Emily's clothes with just one strong tug, as the buttons of
her blouse flew and scattered onto the bed.
Emily shrivelled up like a dry leaf, her fair skin exposed to the cold air of the night. She struggled desperately and cried out,"What
are you doing? Let go of me!"