MIDNIGHT Bride The CEO's TEMPTATION

Nathan looked Crystal in the eyes and said, "You are the first woman to hit me. You should be afraid."

Crystal: "I won't be the last. There are lots of people that want to hit you. After all, you look stupid."

Nathan chuckled and said, "Stupid is as stupid does."

Crystal: "Then you must be the stupidest man on the planet. Here, let me ask you a few questions: Am I a plaything when I am called a plaything? They say Helen is your fiancée. So, is she your fiancée? What if I said I was your mother and Helen didn't have your baby? If you could not answer my questions, wouldn't that prove that you are stupid?"

Nathan had been able to laugh it off the first time she had said that he was stupid, but his ire began to rise as she repeated the insult over and over again. "Are you done yet?" he growled. Suddenly, he flung the door open, grabbed Crystal by her collar, and hung her outside the helicopter. "Call me stupid one more time," he said. "I dare you!"

Crystal looked down and thought -  If he dropped me, I would land in the water. I could swim away. So, what have I got to lose?

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." She sang these words in a way that was reminiscent of a child's nursery rhyme. "You are fucking stupid. You say - say you'll kill me, but you don't dare. Stupid - fucking - Stupid!"

Suddenly, and much to her surprise, Nathan let her go. His grip loosened, and she dropped into the sea. A wave washed over her, and she disappeared from his view. A minute passed, and she reappeared, coughing and spitting up water while she trod water.

Crystal glimpsed a stationary raft not far away, and she swam towards it. She climbed on the board and lay on it. She was exhausted, and her head hurt. The helicopter was still hovering over her, and when she turned her head, she could see the man she'd now come to think of as Gerald. For a second, she thought he would leave her alone, but she wasn't surprised when he didn't. Instead of returning to the villa, he dived in after her. He hit the water like a pro, and he swam towards her.

Crystal jumped back into the water and tried to swim away, but he was a better swimmer than she was, and she hadn't fully recovered from having her organs ruptured. Once he caught up to her, he grabbed her ankles and said, "You've put me in a bad mood."

Crystal scowled and said, "You seem rather narrow-minded."

Nathan: "You will never see the person you want to see again."

Crystal: 'Why must I go through you to see him? Who do you think you are?"

Nathan laughed. "You really don't get it," he said. "That's hilarious. I can't believe that they didn't tell you!"

Crystal: "Tell me what?"

Nathan: "That I am HE, and he is ME."

Crystal: "I don't believe it. You're nothing like Nathan."

"Be that as it may..." Without finishing his thought, Nathan put his hands on Crystal's head and pushed her under the water, and he held her down as she thrashed about. When he finally let her up, she was half-dead, and her weakness aroused him. He cupped her left breast with his right hand and leaned forward to kiss her neck.

Meanwhile, Crystal was still choking and coughing up seawater, and by the time she could talk or resist, he had his hand under her shirt. He was twisting her nipple and sucking on her collarbone.

"It takes a real man to assault a helpless woman sexually," she hissed sarcastically. "You think that just because you're a man, you can do whatever you want?"

Nathan: "I can do what I want to you because you are my plaything. It has absolutely nothing to do with my gender."

Crystal: "Does doing this make you happy?"

Nathan shrugged and said, "Happy enough."

Crystal: "You said that if I made you happy, you would think about letting me see Nathan." 

Nathan: "Have you not seen him?" 

Crystal: "I'm not in the mood to joke around with you."

Nathan: "I'm not in the mood to joke around with you, either; just answer the question. Have you not seen him?"

Before Crystal could reply, Vic's voice boomed overhead: "There's a big wave ahead. I'm dropping the ladder. You'd better get up here quick. Both of you."

Nathan grabbed the ladder and carried Crystal up with him, and they were able to return to the shore without any further incidents.

Helen, Nanny Elma, and several bodyguards were waiting for them, and when they saw the condition that Crystal and Nathan were in, the servants hurried forward to wrap him with bath towels. She did not receive such kindness, though. Nobody there gave a shit if she lived or if she died.

Once Nathan was dry, he called Vic over and asked if the doctors had arrived yet. "They did," Vic replied. He looked hesitant at Nathan and said, "But..."

"Out with it!" Nathan roared.

Vic: "It turns out that the DNA cannot be tested until the fetus is eight weeks old."

"Give them a week," Nathan growled. "It is a simple procedure. If they cannot do it by then, I will have their hospital shut down."

Helen looked pale. She was the only pregnant woman there. "What is the DNA test for?" she asked.

Nathan, "If you have my baby in your belly, I will give you my surname. But if not, then I won't, and I will be displeased. Unfortunately, the baby is at risk when you try to collect peripheral blood through an umbilical blood puncture. With world-class experts, though, the risk is drastically reduced."

When Helen heard this, she froze in place, and her mind went blank. She completely zoned out, and by the time her cognizance returned, only Nanny Elma was there.

Elma: "Are you all right, miss?"

Helen: "I'm fine, but can I ask you a question?"

Elma nodded, but she didn't say anything. 

Helen: "If Nathan and Gerald are the same people, then why is he testing my baby?"

Elma: "Don't worry. The Old Davis said that, even if the test is done, Christine will help us forge the results."

Helen: "I'm afraid he knows something, and who knows what he would do if he discovered that the baby isn't his.... and that we've been lying to him all along."