“…Don’t wake her up.”
Wenhua Hotel, guest room.
Vivian Wen opened her eyes just a tiny crack, and the scene before her almost made her break down completely.
Her boyfriend, Ryan Lu, was pressing Helen Zhao against the window and kissing her passionately.
“Don’t worry, she won’t wake up. She’s already unconscious and completely out of it,” Ryan said without even looking at Vivian.
“What do you think Vivian’s face will look like when she finds out the man you arranged for her tonight is actually a homeless man?” Helen asked seductively, her fingers tracing Ryan’s chest.
“She’ll never know. As long as she believes the man who spent the night with her is me, she’ll fall madly in love and beg to marry me. Once that happens, we’ll work together—then not only the Wen family fortune, but also her mother’s inheritance, will all be ours sooner or later.”
Ryan’s tone was flat and emotionless, making Vivian’s blood run cold.
Helen smiled with satisfaction, then a vicious glint flashed in her eyes.
“When you two get married, you’ll have to share a bed. Ryan, I forbid you to touch her!”
Ryan pulled her closer. “Then what should I do?”
“Stage a car accident—make her a cripple!” Helen’s beautiful, flushed face twisted into something cruel and terrifying.
Ryan smiled indulgently. “Fine~ whatever you say.”
…
Hearing their conversation, Vivian nearly bit through her teeth. Her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms.
It was Helen Zhao who had introduced her to Ryan Lu in the first place, who had encouraged their relationship.
Never in her worst nightmares did Vivian imagine that the two of them were secretly together behind her back!
And tonight—Ryan had invited her to dinner. After that, everything went blank.
Now she understood. It had all been a setup—a trap carefully planned to steal her family’s wealth.
As the two finished their act, Vivian quickly shut her eyes.
After dressing, Ryan and Helen cast a brief glance at the motionless Vivian lying on the bed, and left the room, assured she was still unconscious.
Only then did Vivian open her eyes again.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, hot and stinging—like blood.
“Ryan Lu… I trusted you so much. And you… you heartless bastard! You and Helen Zhao want to destroy my whole family!”
Vivian’s entire body trembled uncontrollably.
She tried to stand and escape, but her legs gave out and she collapsed to the floor.
Heat surged through her veins; her body felt weak and burning up, leaving her completely paralyzed.
With trembling hands, Vivian reached for the fruit knife on the nightstand and slashed it across her delicate arm!
At that moment, noises came from outside the door.
Panic-stricken, Vivian didn’t have time to think. She staggered to the window and climbed out.
“Where is she? She’s gone? Did she run?”
“She won’t get far. If she doesn’t find a man to help her burn off that drug tonight, she won’t leave this hotel alive!”
Vivian clung desperately to the ledge, dragging herself toward the window of the next room.
Suddenly, a hand shot out from the darkness, grabbing her shoulder. It covered her mouth and yanked her violently inside, throwing her onto the floor.
The sudden fall knocked the air out of her lungs. Her body hit something firm—someone.
A man.
He was on top of her.
“Did Victor Wen send you?”
In the darkness, his voice was deep, magnetic—beautiful enough to make her shiver.
Victor Wen? She didn’t even know who that was.
But now wasn’t the time to ask.
Vivian didn’t want to die here.
“You… are you good-looking?” she asked weakly.
The man frowned slightly. “I guess… decent enough.”
“Good. At least you’re not ugly.”
If she had to be forced to sleep with someone, she’d rather it be a good-looking stranger than a filthy vagrant.
Vivian raised her trembling hands, cupped his face gently, and whispered, “Thank you.”
The next second, her lips pressed against his—cool, firm, and breathtakingly real.