Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart (Natalia and Hamilton) novel Chapter 107

Natalia felt a flush of pink tint the corners of her eyes. Even the pristine whiteness of her forehead betrayed her, with veins subtly standing out in stark relief. She understood all too well the meaning behind Hamilton's words.

It was a reminder to remember her place, the anger at her audacity to consider reneging, mockery, and scorn. Mocking her for not knowing when to quit, for not understanding her station. Laughing at her for making a scene, all in an attempt to squeeze out more money.

Her eyes stung with suppressed tears, but she swallowed them down.

Lifting her gaze, her lips curved into a faint smile, and with a slight parting of her red lips, she said, "What's the matter, Mr. Fowler? Your child is only worth a couple of villas to you? That really is quite cheap."

"Natalia!" Hamilton's eyes suddenly flared with a tinge of red. "Don't think I can put up with you forever!"

Natalia let out a laugh and, without waiting for Hamilton to react, suddenly hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him, even boldly prying his lips apart.

Hamilton was taken aback for a moment, but then his hands gripped the back of her neck and deepened the kiss.

But at that moment, Natalia suddenly let him go. "Is this what you wanted, Mr. Fowler?"

Her voice was cool and collected as she spoke.

"I'll give it," she said. "After all, you're paying me. I'm very clear about my status. If you want me, then I must hand myself to you."

Then, she laughed again. "Mr. Fowler, I apologize for my capricious behavior before. From now on, I will definitely not discuss anything beyond money with you! After all, what we have is just a transaction, isn't it?"

Hamilton looked at the woman before him, his eyes narrowing sharply.

Although everything Natalia said was true—between them, it was indeed just a transaction—he was profoundly reluctant to hear those words from her.

He ran his finger over the pink blush at the corner of her eye. Then, he let out a cold laugh and bent down to fiercely bite her lip without a hint of compassion, forcing the tears she had held back to escape.

But Natalia did not struggle; she was almost cooperative. She was docile and submissive, letting him bite, letting him kiss.

Seeing her compliant actions, Hamilton suddenly felt a surge of anger. He didn't like this perfunctory compliance. In it, he saw not a trace of joy from her. She was compliant only because of her status.

Looking at her cold, passionless eyes, all his desire vanished in an instant. He pulled away and lit a cigarette beside her.

The smoke rose slowly as if to dilute the silence in the room.

Natalia straightened her nightgown, still trembling slightly. The chill from the glass still made her feel a cold sting on her back.

Hamilton stood a step away, cigarette in one hand, the other pocketed casually.

He watched her tidy up her disheveled appearance as if observing a joke, not missing a single change in her expression.

After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke. "Natalia, is this your attitude?"

Natalia wrapped herself in the bed sheet, silent, not quite sure how to respond. Even now, she didn't know what would satisfy this man.

Wasn't this the outcome he desired? She had complied; wasn't that enough?

"What kind of attitude would you like then, Mr. Fowler?"

Natalia looked at the man before her, bitterness in her voice. "One where I'm in love with you? Or do I need to be dying for you to be satisfied?"

Hamilton's gaze was heavy. He suddenly gripped her waist and once again pressed her harshly against the windowsill.

What followed was an unmerciful invasion.

Natalia felt a sharp pain in her back. "Hamilton, it hurts!" She yelled at him.

But Hamilton simply pinched her waist, increasing his force.

Suddenly, Natalia bit down on his shoulder with reddening eyes.

Hamilton let out a low grunt, his only response a terse "Harder."