"Othiel Evans...don't do this..." Orlando Evans struggled desperately, but she hardly had any strength left to resist.

"You and I have no blood relation; you are a stranger to me now," Othiel Evans laughed even more unrestrainedly.

Orlando's head reeled, and she nearly lost consciousness.

Othiel's heartless words brutally reminded her that she was no longer a daughter of the Evans Family—she wasn't!

She and Othiel were no longer siblings, not connected by even a shred of blood. How could this man possibly let her go?

Her chastity... she ultimately couldn't keep it.

It was uncertain how much time had passed before Orlando slowly regained consciousness.

Upon opening her eyes, she saw an opulent crystal chandelier.

She lay on a soft bed.

Where was this?

All the events before she lost consciousness flooded back into her mind. Her face turned ashen. She loathed Othiel Evans, that lecherous wolf who had exploited her dire situation! Even if she shared no blood relation with him, they had grown up together. Shouldn't there be some affection between them? How could he treat her like this? Hate! Oh, how she hated! She despised men! They only take advantage of women!

"Awake?" A voice spoke; it was Othiel Evans.

With a raise of her hand, Orlando slapped Othiel fiercely across the face, leaving a distinct imprint of her fingers on his handsome features.

The next moment, Othiel reciprocated with two harsh slaps, grabbed her hair viciously, and banged her head against the bed frame while cursing fiercely, "Stupid bitch! I deemed you worthy, which is why I touched you. As a corrupt official's daughter, you're loathed by everyone. Go out and see for yourself; people will treat you like a rat crossing the street! And those indecent photos of yours—everyone sees you as a whore! Dare to hit me again, and see if I don't strangle you!"

After being struck twice more, stars burst before Orlando's eyes. She had never imagined Othiel could be so brutal. Such a cruel man... If he were to ruin Adele Horne, would Glades Horne regret having ruined me like this?

At that thought, Orlando sneered inwardly.

She could no longer touch Glades Horne and Julia Bluen, but she could still meddle with Adele Horne, right? Adele had taken a fancy to Othiel. So why not let him continue pursuing her, ruin her, and then discard her? Wouldn't that be another way to take revenge on Glades Horne and his wife?

"Alland," Orlando softened her voice, no longer arguing with Othiel, but instead actively making peace.

She was nothing now, had nothing left. Her only path to revenge was through Othiel Evans. Perhaps Glades Horne wouldn't spare her uncle and the others, but her uncle had many properties and substantial savings. Even if Glades Horne destroyed the company, they would still be wealthy. Besides, Othiel Evans was inherently impatient; his interest in Adele Horne was merely for novelty. Someone like Adele was easy to fool. With a few sweet words from Othiel, she might even throw herself at him. If Glades Horne suppressed the Evans Family, an enraged Othiel Evans would surely treat Adele Horne with the same cruelty he had shown me today. In that scenario, the Evans Family would be destroyed, and Adele Horne would be ruined as well.

Othiel was confused by Orlando's sudden overture. Just moments ago, she looked like she hated him to death, and now she's making nice? Whatever. He already had her anyway. Now, she was his nth secret mistress. That's right, a secret mistress. She was someone Glades Horne wanted revenge on. He wasn't bold enough to make her his publicly acknowledged woman; that would provoke Glades Horne into dealing with him. He was still somewhat interested in that bad-tempered Miss Adele Horne, so he definitely couldn't let Orlando Evans become public. Besides, Adele was also a key figure if the Evans Family wanted to safely evade Glades Horne's retribution. The handsome man gambit... If it meant the Evans Family could escape this calamity, he would even be willing to genuinely marry Adele Horne.

They say some men are so driven by lust they become recklessly brash—Othiel Evans was precisely such a man.

Fully aware that Glades Horne was not a man to be trifled with, he still harbored thoughts of seducing Adele Horne. He was clearly courting death.

Othiel Evans informed Orlando that this was his private apartment, known to no one else. From now on, it would be where she lived, serving as his mistress.

However, he also emphasized that he would not let her go out.

In other words, during the day when he was not at home, he would put an extra lock on the door, locking her inside the house, unable to go anywhere.

Orlando seethed with suppressed rage. She had never expected Othiel Evans to be so hateful, so despicable! Her understanding of him had been far too shallow. But apart from agreeing, what else could she do?