Oops My Toyboy Is A Hidden Tycoon

My Toyboy 22

Cynthia scoffed, her voice oozing disdain. “You two knew my situation three years ago, didn’t you? But you still stabbed me in the back. What I did was nothing compared to that.”

Filip’s expression hardened. “Cynthia, the way you are now is all your fault. You were the one who betrayed me first.”

His eyes locked onto Cynthia’s with unresolved anger. “What really happened that summer during our freshman year? Don’t you dare tell me?”

Cynthia’s face blanched. ‘How did Filip know?

Seeing her pale face, Filip felt a wave of disbelief. Even in her panic, Cynthia was strikingly beautiful. “So, who did you give your first time to?” he asked in anger.

“Shut up.” Cynthia jumped to her feet, her eyes turning icy.

Filip smirked. “Are you embarrassed? Let’s get real, Cynthia. You’re just a cheap, two–faced wretch. Why did you marry me? Because you couldn’t go back to the Jones family, right? If you were still their princess, would you really choose me?

“Right now, you’re madly in love with me just because you’re terrified of losing your last chance, afraid of losing the luxury that comes with being my wife. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

Tell me, what makes you think I would want to pick up the pieces of your life? You think I’m a fool? A woman as hypocritical and vile as you are worth less than a strand of hair from Lilian.”

“That’s enough, Filip, Cynthia shouted, her fingers trembling.

Deep down, she held a secret. She had never shared it with anyone and had convinced herself it was just a nightmare. She thought she had wiped that incident from her memory, believing no one would ever find out. But now, she realized Filip had known all along.

“Was this why his attitude toward me changed so much?‘ Cynthia wondered, but she didn’t dwell on it. In truth, besides a few scars and physical reminders, her mind was blank when it came to those memories.

In a panic, she stormed toward the door. As she flung it open, she found Lilian standing there. Their moment, and without a word, Cynthia rushed past her.

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Not long after, Filip stepped out too.

“Filip, what did you say to Cynthia? She looked really upset,” Lilian asked, pretending to be concerned.

“Nothing much, just talked about that incident,” Filip replied casually.

Lilian’s expression changed. “You promised me you wouldn’t bring it up in front of her.”

“I didn’t want to either, but she’s been pushing too hard. It’s time to take her down a peg, so she won’t bully you. Honestly, Lilian, you’re way too kind, even caring about her right now.”

Cynthia will definitely suspect something, won’t she?‘ Lilian frowned, worry evident in her eyes.

Cynthia drove away, her car aimlessly cruising along the highway, her mind racing back to that summer during freshman year when everything changed for her.

That summer, she had been violated. The details of that day were blurry, like a foggy nightmare. It felt as if she had been drugged and passed out. When she woke up, she found herself in a hotel room–clothes missing and an overwhelming

sense that something was terribly wrong.

Later, a trip to the hospital confirmed her worst fears. Her hymen was broken, but because of the drugs, she couldn’t remember what happened. With no evidence to report, it felt pointless to take it further.

No one knew about this, and Cynthia had never told anyone, not even Naomi or Lilian. She had just acted like it never happened.

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‘But… how did Filip find out? It seemed like he already knew. Lilian must have told him at summer camp, and that might explain why Filip came back acting so differently.

There could only be one answer–it all linked back to her. Lilian, if you really did this, I won’t let it go. Cynthia tightened her grip on the steering wheel, determination fueling her.

She drove in a daze, and before she could even think, she found herself at Greenfield Villa. To her surprise, the lights in the bedroom were on. Without a second thought, she drove into the driveway, parked, and headed inside.

Jonathan heard the car pull up. Just as he reached the stairs, he spotted Cynthia starting to make her way up.

He had just stepped out of the shower, wearing a simple gray set of pajamas that would have looked plain on anyone else. But somehow, he pulled it off effortlessly. He stood there casually, hands in his pockets.

As he watched Cynthia climb the stairs, he couldn’t resist teasing her, “I thought you were too proud to come looking for me again.”

Cynthia didn’t answer; her face was unreadable as she navigated the stairs in her high heels. The sharp click of her shoes against the polished gemstone echoed in the quiet house.

As she got closer, Jonathan felt every step echo in his chest, making his heart race. ‘Damn, she’s absolutely stunning

But there was something off. Cynthia’s face was pale, but her eyes were blazing with anger, almost like she wanted to burn everything to the ground. Yet somehow, that intensity made her seem even more alive, like a flower blooming in spring.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “Rough day? No need to look like you want to kill me just because you were embarrassed earlier.”

Cynthia stepped up a stair and suddenly hooked her arm around his shoulder. With her other hand gripping the back of his neck, she pulled him down and kissed him. It was fierce and almost desperate, completely overwhelming him.

Jonathan froze for a moment. In their three years together, he was always the one to crank up that kind of passion. This was the first time she had thrown herself at him like this. He blinked, quickly regaining himself, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her back just as intensely.

Her high heels tumbled down the stairs as they got lost in kisses, stumbling toward the bedroom.

With a firm grip on her waist, Jonathan lifted her up. Cynthia instinctively wrapped her long legs around him, her skirt pushed up to her waist as his hands roamed freely. They were lost in their desires, kissing against the door as if time stood still. Finally, Jonathan carried her and placed her onto the soft bed…