A cold fire ignited in Nicole's eyes, her posture defiant, stirring something in Jarrod.

He adored her resistance, bringing him the thrill of the challenge.

Jarrod forced Nicole toward the full-length mirror, his approach dominating, leaving Nicole stunned and scared.

"Turn around and hands on the mirror!" His voice was cold, his expression stoic.

Nicole clenched her teeth in anger.

Jarrod, intolerant of humiliation, was known for exacting severe retribution.

"My father's surgery is in two days. Will it proceed as planned?" she asked, gripping the mirror. Reflected in it, she saw Jarrod, impeccably dressed, his features strikingly handsome.

Who would have thought such a handsome man could harbor a cruelty akin to a beast?

She turned and asked, “Will the doctor be ready for the surgery tomorrow?"

“No problem," Jarrod answered in a deep voice.

Nicole suppressed a groan.

Irritated by her suppression, Jarrod yanked her hair, forcing her gaze into the mirror.

“Look at me," he commanded.

In the mirror, Jarrod's face transformed into something sinister, his gaze nearly consuming Nicole.

"Look at me. See who's behind you!" He sought her total submission.

Jarrod's eyes were bloodshot, betraying a desire for more than just her body. He aimed to dominate her mind, coercing her to speak.

Pain coursed through Nicole's stomach, fogging her consciousness, leaving her mind blank.

"Seen it clearly?" Jarrod's voice was ominous.

Nicole, curled up to soothe her pain, responded weakly, “Yes...

Meanwhile, Jarrod was drenched in sweat, his eyes seething as he ordered, "Say it. Say you're mine."