Chapter 1 Tying Up a Man

In a spacious luxurious private room of a five—star hotel.

A tall, wheat—skinned, stocky man was tied to a Roman—style bed in the center of the room.

He was in a coma, his eyelashes trembling. The fiendish heat almost deprived him of his reason.

Wilmett, a little bit drunk, appreciated carefully the handsome face of the man.

In a few days, she was going to step into the marriage with an old man under the arrangement of her family, so tonight she´s ready to have fun.

In the darkness, she touched his abs.

'Sweet Jesus, aren't you fit!'

She swallowed despite herself and felt like a nympho.

Actually, she was hesitant about this.

After all, she´s still a virgin.

Sensing Wilmett was fondling his body, Loren frowned slightly.

It was time to show her the dark side of the world. She should not have picked up some strange man on the street.

Wilmett took out the condom she packed in case she got pregnant, but she didn’t know how to handle it because she had never touched it before.

It was dim in the room. She had trouble seeing and studied it for quite some time.

Wilmett had to pull out the phone, she was going to call for help.

A bang came.

Her phone was snatched and thrown to the ground.

Wilmett was startled, and her mind went blank. Then she was pinned down with force.

Her world was spinning.

A man was on her, and she couldn't move.

It was like she was being preyed on by a nightwalker.

Her bright eyes were filled with shock and fear.

No way! That man!

He woke up!

Loren grabbed her wrists and raised them above his head, his husky voice crawling all the way from the abyssal hell.

"You don't know how to use it? I'll teach you."

"Man, take it easy. Listen to me. It's a misunderstanding. I'm not lying."

Wilmett stammered and didn't know how to phrase it.

This was terrible. Was he going to call the police on her?

After all, this was attempted kidnap.

"You want to bang me?"

His cold voice rang out as he gripped her harder. She felt as if her wrist bones were about to crack.

"That's right. I'm going to sleep with you tonight. My bed is the sacred palace you will not escape from."

Loren smirked. The girl had balls.

"You asked for this."

Wilmett was going to say something, but her mouth was covered by Loren, who used his hot hands to tear down her clothes.

In the hotel's luxurious suite.

A pair in passion were moaning in the sweet agony of ultimate intimacy.

The next day.

Dawn broke, yet the sky was still dull.

Wilmett woke up in a daze. One slight movement was enough to trigger the dormant pain all over her.

She felt sore and feeble, and every bone in her seemed to have been relocated in the wrong places.

The retrospection of their wild night gave her a blush.

Shortly after she left, Loren, who was in the Roman—style bed, woke up.

Loren stretched out his hands but only touched sheets.

He opened his eyes and found his little trophy who had fainted from his attack last night was gone.

He sat up with wolf—like frightening gaze.

A bloody stain was left on the white sheets.

He got out of bed and put on his shirt, noticing some bite marks on his shoulders.

Courtesy of the heroine of last night's dalliance.

He frowned thinking of all the craziness that went down in one night.

Half an hour later.

Irvin hurried over with all the other bodyguards.

"Find the woman who booked this room last night."

She was his woman now. A fling wasn't enough for him. He wanted the whole girlfriend package.

Desire burned in his chilly crimson eyes. He wanted her all for himself.

Wilmett was unaware she had scored a big shot last night. Right after she left the hotel, she was kidnapped by a gang of thugs.

When she woke up, she found herself in an abandoned warehouse.

"Wilmett, Mr. Arnot is waiting to put a ring on you."

"Have you ever considered the consequences of your little whim? How are we going to explain to him?"

"I have a hunch you want to screw us over."

Rhoda crouched down, and her sharp fingernails tickled Wilmett's face, her smile sinister.

Rhoda Yale, the daughter of Wilmett's stepmother.

"Rhoda, you advised Uncle to marry me to that old bastard! You shameless slut!"

Rhoda put on an innocent look.

"Because I am scared one day you will find out your mother died because of me."

"What are you talking about?"

Wilmett was astonished, and her beautiful eyes were the size of saucers.

Her mother had been seriously ill and hospitalized. She died because her heart stopped beating. What did it have to do with Rhoda?

Rhoda smiled sweetly, as if she was recalling a trivial matter.

"I had to charge my phone, so I could only unplug her ventilator. Who knew your mother was so fragile and died pretty quickly."

"Right, Dad also knows about this. He kept it a secret for me. It turns out he loves me the most."

Rhoda had killed her mother but broke it to her without guilt. Wilmett's heart lurched as she bellowed with grief and indignation.

"Rhoda! You murdered my mother. I will kill you!"

"Not only your mother, but your younger brother sort of died in my hands."

"I tricked him into swimming and watched him drown."

"Before he died, he cried out to me for help."

"Rhoda!"

Wilmett struggled to get up, desiring to bite Rhoda's neck off, but she was feeble and couldn't move.

She hated Rhoda but also herself for not seeing how vicious the mother and daughter were. She failed to protect her own brother and even made friends with her enemies!

"Wilmett, you're worthless now. I will appeal to my better nature and help you reunite with your poor brother and mother in hell as a thank—you for giving me your boyfriend."

At that, Rhoda stood up and coldly instructed the thugs, "Throw her into the sea to feed the fish. Don't leave anything behind."

"Rhoda, if I survive, I will have my revenge with you! Just wait. I will destroy you!"

Wilmett roared but found no strength in herself.

The goons put her in a sack and threw her into the sea while there was no one roving about the suburbs in the wee hours.

Her short life played back in her head as she sank.

Her mother died young. One month after she was buried, Rhoda and her mother moved in.

Celia doted on her and would cover for her when she hung in nightclubs. She even encouraged her to start dating as a teenager and fight with her bullies.

She had thought Celia was a good stepmother, but it turned out her goal was to make her a loser.

Her father was biased towards Rhoda and never cared about her.

Wilmett was not afraid of death. She just hated to never avenge her mother and brother's murders.

God, was there anyone to help her? She wanted to live and get her revenge! She wanted to destroy the Yales!