Emily, the eldest daughter of the Smith family, was beautiful, proud, and always surrounded by admirers. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday party, she was framed and accidentally ended up in bed with a man whose face she couldn't even see clearly. She also uncovered a shocking conspiracy and was left with a child from that single night with him. Heartbroken, Emily left. Four years later, she returned with her son, determined to reclaim everything that belonged to her. As for the man from that night, it seemed he had never forgotten her. When they met again, he said, "Wifey, don't even think about escaping!"
Boom! Boom!
The fireworks exploded with lively sounds, filling the conference room with laughter. All eyes were on the fireworks outside the hotel window, and no one noticed the two figures helping each other leave.
Emily vaguely realized she was leaning on Sophia, who led her to a prearranged room in the hotel. Emily collapsed onto the soft bed, feeling an intense heat and discomfort throughout her body. The sensation was very itchy and very hot, and she felt an overwhelming urge to strip off her clothes... Sophia smirked as she watched Emily writhe in discomfort on the bed, her eyes showing clear disdain.
"Sister dear... there's no need to hurry. Soon someone will be here to fulfill your desires."
After saying this, she laughed smugly and deliberately hid a mini camera to secretly record Emily's intimate moments. By the end of the day, Emily's preserved chastity and her reputation would be gone.
"Emily, blame yourself for being so arrogant and unpleasant that it made others intolerant! Let's see if you still have the face to stay in the Smith family after this!"
Sophia's eyes were filled with hatred and her voice was tinged with barely concealed jealousy. Meanwhile, Emily remained on the bed, unaware. Sophia took out her phone and called the man she had arranged, an unattractive street hustler who was greedy for money. When he heard that the Smith family's young lady was involved, he immediately agreed.
"Make sure the video is as clear as possible and includes as many 'different positions' as possible. The more you provide, the more money you'll get. Clean up thoroughly afterward. If anything goes wrong, don't expect to get a cent!"
"Got it. No problem!"
Satisfied, Sophia provided the room number and password to him, gave Emily one last sharp glance, and then sneered as she left.
Hahaha, Emily, someone like you deserves to be with people like that! And James is mine! Sophia slammed the door shut and returned to the party as if nothing had happened.
Once back, Ava quickly pulled her aside and asked anxiously: "How is it, dear? Have you put her in the room?"
"Don't worry, Mom, everything went according to plan. In just a while, her video will flood the internet. Let's see if she remains arrogant and looks down on us after this..."
Sophia had a smug expression. Ava also smirked in satisfaction, glanced at James, and said to her mother: "Mom, I'm going to see James now."
Ava nodded, and Sophia sashayed over to James, who was toasting with the big bosses. She warmly draped her arm over him, deliberately exposing her ample cleavage from her low-cut dress.
"James, what are you doing?" James turned around in surprise. As his gaze landed on the exposed cleavage, his eyes suddenly changed, and he swallowed, clearly aroused. Meanwhile, Emily was still on the bed, writhing in discomfort.
Her disappearance was covered by her sister's concerned statement: "She was tired, so I took her to her room to rest..."
No one suspected anything. The man arrived, entered the room with the password Sophia had provided, and with a lecherous smile, walked in.
Seeing Emily, beautiful and elegantly dressed, with her long white legs exposed beneath the slit of her dress, he was instantly aroused. She was lying on her side, her inviting breasts almost exposed. His Adam's apple bobbed with desire as he quickly moved to overpower her.
"Haha... beautiful lady, I'm here..."
Emily frowned at the unfamiliar man's breath. Despite her extreme discomfort, she struggled to open her eyes. Seeing his ugly face and feeling his hand on her body, she panicked and screamed:
"Ah! Who are you?! How dare you touch me?!"
The man, like a hungry wolf, ignored her screams and began tearing her dress.
"Get off me!"
Her strength was weak, and the man's breath made her skin crawl. Somehow, she found the strength to push him away. Emily grabbed a piece of her torn dress and ran out of the room.
The man immediately chased after her. Emily reached the elevator, quickly pressed the button, and the doors closed just as he reached her. Exhausted, she leaned against the wall, her breath coming in rapid gasps.
"Ding."
The elevator chimed and opened. She followed the wall, unsure of which floor she was on, and spotted a slightly ajar door. Without hesitation, she entered.
"Who?!"
Lucas was undressing to take a shower. Sensing someone behind him, he was startled when Emily embraced him before he could turn around.
"So comfortable..."
Emily clung to him, her body heated and burning against his cool skin, which eased her intense discomfort. Lucas frowned, quickly turned around to push her away, but Emily, like a clammy creature, pressed against him, rubbing her partially exposed breasts against him, and her small, soft hands explored his exposed muscles.
"What is this?"
Furrowing his brow, Lucas coldly stared at the drugged Emily. Her mind was solely focused on him.
"I want some water..." Her throat was dry. "Help me, I've been drugged..."
Her face was close to his, her lips sweet like peach blossoms.
"Get out."
Lucas said coldly, without pity. He thought it was just another ploy from a typical girl and disdainfully dismissed it. Emily felt a bit aggrieved by his response. She pushed Lucas onto the bed, straddled him, and even lifted his chin, saying:
"Don't worry, I have a lot of money. After this, I'll reward you generously."
She smiled, showing her charming dimple, and spoke arrogantly. For the first time, Lucas was considered a "kept man," and his normally sculpted face grew even colder. Before he could say anything, her sweet lips were on his, her breath mingled with wine and her own unique sweetness.
The sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, and within the presidential suite, two bodies were still entwined intimately. Emily slowly opened her eyes, her long lashes and shimmering eyes slightly dazzled by the sunlight. She raised her hand to shield her eyes, feeling sore all over and experiencing a throbbing headache.
"Oh..."
Emily attempted to sit up but discovered a strong arm draped across her waist. She froze for three seconds, then followed the arm to look up and saw a chiseled face close to hers, with warm breath brushing her face. Emily almost screamed as memories of last night's debauchery flooded her mind. Without needing to look, she knew that both of them were now naked and holding each other.
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