Chapter 10. You Don’t Deserve This Face
As for Jacintha, burdened daily by heavy debts, she always carefully tried to please Raphael. In front of him, she pretended to be obedient, never daring to make the slightest mistake. Raphael liked Sharon for her honesty but hated Jacintha for her deceit. Yet Jacintha understood very well that if she dared to show her true self fully, Raphael would have long since discarded her and found another sugar baby.
Throughout the two years of serving Raphael, Jacintha revealed her true self only once — two days before she confessed her feelings to him. But what was the outcome? She was truly despised and discarded by Raphael.
It was clear that Raphael only wanted a sugar baby who appeared sincere but was, in reality, obediently submissive to him.
Raphael’s pinch on Jacintha’s chin hurt terribly; she felt as if her bones were being crushed. Unable to bear the pain, she grabbed Raphael’s hand: “Mr. Wulfhart, could you please let me go? I want to return.”
“Want to return to that VIP room?” Raphael asked coldly.
Jacintha nodded faintly.
She hadn’t forgotten that she still owed the loan sharks six hundred thousand dollars, all due within three days. So no matter what happened tonight, she had to get money from Mr. Brown. There was no way she could leave this club without it.
As long as she could ensure a stable life for Mira and Jack, even if there was a chasm full of molten lava ahead, Jacintha would not hesitate to jump in!
In the brightly lit corridor of the club, with Raphael pinching her chin, Jacintha’s face tilted slightly upward. The light revealed every lash of her eyes. She and Sharon looked eighty percent alike. Although Jacintha’s facial features were not as soft as Sharon’s, her face was distinctly angular; her slightly drooping eyes gave a hint of allure. Overall, she wasn’t overly feminine but was absolutely beautiful, leaving a strong impression on anyone who met her for the first time.
Raphael gazed at Jacintha’s beautiful face, his heart torn between anger and a sudden flutter. For a moment, he truly wanted to lower his head and kiss her lips. Shaking off the inappropriate thought, he released her chin and said, “If you’re not afraid of dying, then go ahead and return to that VIP room.”
With that, Raphael stepped into the elevator. Jacintha hesitated, not following him.
Standing inside the elevator, Raphael coldly looked at her. “I’ll give you the money. Follow me immediately, now!”
At that moment, Jacintha stepped into the elevator. She followed Raphael back to Celeste Manor, feeling confused the entire way. She didn’t understand the meaning behind Raphael’s behavior tonight. Was he planning to make her his sugar baby once again?
Seeing Raphael sitting on the sofa, Jacintha hesitated for a moment, then knelt before him and reached out to unzip his pants.
“Get lost!” Raphael frowned, kicking her in the shoulder, his voice full of irritation. “You already gave a blowjob to that fat pig Brown, and you still dare to touch my cock? You’re disgusting to me!”
Jacintha was bumped into by Raphael, causing her to hit the corner of the glass table at the back. This made several glass items on the table fall to the floor and shatter into pieces, and it also caused her pain, making her let out a soft groan, her face contorted in discomfort. Immediately after, Raphael pointed at the broken glass on the floor.
“I don’t want you to have Sharon’s face while serving other men sexually. So take this and cut your own face.” Raphael’s voice was icy cold. “Cut yourself, and I’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars.”
Jacintha seemed not to understand what Raphael meant. She looked up at him in surprise. Maybe she had misheard because of the pain. Raphael couldn’t treat her like this.
But Raphael shattered Jacintha’s illusion outright, repeating once more, “Cut deep! If I’m not satisfied, you won’t get a single cent.”
The living room fell into an eerie silence.
The ordinary glass now gleamed coldly in Jacintha’s eyes, just like Raphael’s gaze at that moment, chilling her to the bone. Jacintha was terrified, yet deep inside, she knew one thing clearly: to Raphael, Sharon was the only one—irreplaceable.
She was well aware that Raphael could never accept any woman who resembled Sharon, let alone tolerate her using that face to serve another man sexually. Raphael’s demand that Jacintha ruin her own face made that painfully clear.
“You wouldn’t dare, would you?” Raphael sneered as he saw Jacintha’s face turn pale. “Do you really think you’re some lewd creature who’d rather suck that stinking cock of that bastard Brown than cut your own face to make money?”
“No!” A fierce shame crashed over Jacintha. For the first time, she looked Raphael straight in the eyes, her gaze a mixture of embarrassment and anger, her frail shoulders trembling with humiliation.
Raphael crossed his legs casually, his voice indifferent: “Pretending to be pitiful won’t work on me. I’ll give you a minute to think. Either you cut your own face, or I’ll find other men to satisfy your lustful body.”
At those last words, Jacintha’s face completely drained of color, disbelief plain in her eyes. She stared silently at Raphael for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed the small glass on the floor and, without hesitation, sliced a line across her right cheek.
The sharp blade traced a bloody wound on her pale skin. Warm liquid flowed out, dripping onto the floor with a faint “plink.” The tiny sound was usually unheard, but now, in the room’s silence, it seemed amplified infinitely, ringing out clearly.
Her face burned fiercely, pain so intense it felt like every inch of her skin was about to burst. But she did not cry out. Gritting her teeth, she took a deep breath. “This is the first cut,” she said hoarsely, looking at Raphael.
“Keep going.” Raphael replied indifferently.
Jacintha slightly raised her head, closed her eyes, and cut a line across her right cheek once again!
“Ahhh!” she cried out in pain, then quickly bit her lower lip to prevent Raphael from seeing her moan, but tears still uncontrollably streamed down her face.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her eyelashes trembling, the two bright red cuts etched on her pale face looked horrifying!
“This is the second cut.” Jacintha opened her eyes, her voice trembling with pain.
Raphael squinted, staring intently at Jacintha, his expression dark and mocking. “It seems for money, you’re willing to do anything, aren’t you?”
Jacintha gave a pitiful smile. “Yes, for money, I can do anything. As you said, I don’t deserve this face, so using it to exchange for money is reasonable, isn’t it?”
Raphael’s expression grew even gloomier; now he wanted to slap himself a few times to stay sane. How could he have been moved by such a despicable woman like Jacintha just minutes ago? Was he insane?
Raphael stood up, looking down at Jacintha from above. “Fine, I’m really curious—without a beautiful face like Sharon’s anymore, can you still seduce any man?”
Jacintha answered softly, “As long as I have enough money, I won’t seduce anyone anymore.”