Accidental One Night Stand With Billionaire

Chloe Miler, a naive young woman, experiences devastating betrayal on Valentine's Day when she discovers her boyfriend entangled with her own sister. Heartbroken and lost, she seeks solace in her piano playing, unaware that her life is about to take an unexpected turn. Lionel Williams, the mysterious and powerful billionaire CEO, finds himself drugged and vulnerable, waking to discover he's shared an intimate night with a stranger who humiliates him by leaving money. As their paths collide again under shocking circumstances, neither realizes the tangled web of secrets, family crisis, and unexpected passion that awaits them.

Accidental One Night Stand With Billionaire

Chloe Miler, a naive young woman, experiences devastating betrayal on Valentine's Day when she discovers her boyfriend entangled with her own sister. Heartbroken and lost, she seeks solace in her piano playing, unaware that her life is about to take an unexpected turn. Lionel Williams, the mysterious and powerful billionaire CEO, finds himself drugged and vulnerable, waking to discover he's shared an intimate night with a stranger who humiliates him by leaving money. As their paths collide again under shocking circumstances, neither realizes the tangled web of secrets, family crisis, and unexpected passion that awaits them.

Chapter 1 Chapter 1 Unforgettable Valentine's Day

Chloe stood in front of the mirror, her eyes cast downward, revealing only her long, delicate lashes. Her jade-like face had a hint of alluring pink, and her rounded, upturned nose was a striking perfection. Her lips, though devoid of any lipstick, were still irresistibly rosy and moist. Suddenly, she glanced at the clock on the wall; it was the umpteenth time she had checked the time. The hands pointed to 9 PM. She curved her lips into a radiant smile at her reflection, looking as breathtaking as a goddess fallen to earth. Today was Valentine's Day, and like other couples, Chloe was also preparing to spend a romantic evening with her boyfriend, Amos. Thinking of Amos's warm and handsome face, Chloe couldn't help but smile, despite pressing her lips together. She checked the time again—9:05 PM. Chloe's delicate brows furrowed slightly. They had agreed yesterday, when they parted, to have dinner together tonight and plan the rest of the evening. However, Amos later sent a message saying he had something to attend to and could only pick her up at 9 PM to celebrate Valentine's Day. She had been sitting in front of the mirror since 5 PM, looking at herself, waiting. Her stomach had growled several times, yet she still had no appetite. Tick-tock, tick-tock—the sound of the clock echoed in her heart, each tick making her more anxious. Amos was always punctual, arriving early to every date. But today... Thinking this, she grew restless, stepping out of the house to check the door several times, but the person she was waiting for still hadn't appeared. Suddenly, Chloe remembered that a few days ago, when she was dining with Amos, he had a sudden nosebleed. Could Amos be sick? Her heart clenched tightly. No, it can't be! It can't be! She hurriedly reassured herself, but she could no longer wait. Grabbing her bag from the table, she rushed outside. She dialed his number as she ran. The phone rang again and again, but there was no answer. Her heart tightened more with each ring. She quickly hailed a taxi and headed to Amos's place. Just as she was on the verge of panic, her phone rang. Seeing the familiar number, a gentle smile immediately appeared on her fair face. "Amos, you're..." She hadn't even finished speaking when a cold woman's voice interrupted her. "Waiting for Amos, are you?" The woman on the other end couldn't conceal her smug tone. "..." Chloe was stunned to hear a woman's voice on Amos's phone. The voice sounded familiar, but her mind was in such a haze that she couldn't place it. Before Chloe could respond, the woman's smugness deepened. "Don't bother waiting. Just come to the W Hotel and find him." W Hotel? Her mind went blank for a moment. The word "hotel" easily conjured up thoughts of infidelity. No, no, Amos isn't that kind of person. As the dial tone droned in her ear, she dumbly uttered, "Hello...?" The woman's voice was so familiar. A chill swept through her heart. She instructed the driver to turn toward the W Hotel and gazed out the window, trying to ignore the woman's voice. But instinctively, she felt something was wrong. Her chest tightened, and she felt as if she couldn't breathe. She gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white. When she got out of the car, she looked up at the sign, "W Hotel," glowing ominously, like a sinister monster, ready to devour her. She felt a pang of dread, her feet heavy, unable to move. Clenching the phone slick with sweat, she bit her lip and walked into the lobby. She forced herself not to think. Maybe, just maybe, Amos had planned something romantic for her tonight, a surprise. She pressed the dial button, holding the phone tightly to her ear. "...Hmm...who...is it..." This time, it was indeed Amos's voice, but...why did it sound so strange? She seemed to hear faint, heavy breathing and a suggestive murmur? Boom... Her mind felt like a bomb had gone off. At 24 years old, even if she had never experienced it herself, she knew what those sounds meant. She wanted to turn and run, but the woman's commanding voice came through the phone, "9013, get up here now, or don't regret it!" Her hands were so slick with sweat that the phone almost slipped from her grip. She was sure she recognized the woman's voice, but...her and him...no, she couldn't believe it unless she saw it with her own eyes! Stubbornness was in Chloe's bones. If there was something she could figure out, she wouldn't let it remain unclear. If she started something, she would see it through to the end! So, despite every nerve in her body screaming for her not to go, she stepped into the elevator. *** Room 9013 Chloe stood at the door, taking deep breaths, her hand raised several times before she finally mustered the courage to grab the doorknob and push it open forcefully. Click— The door swung open easily, as if someone knew she would come and had already unlocked it for her. The first thing she saw was a woman's dress, a man's suit, and a tie, all scattered messily across the floor. That tie— Chloe stared at the tie entangled with the woman's mini skirt, a sharp pain piercing her heart, causing her to sway slightly. There were countless ties in the market of the same color and style, but she recognized it immediately—it was the Valentine's Day gift she had carefully chosen for him. She had planned to give it to him today, but last night at dinner, she had teased him by waving the gift-wrapped box in front of him. He had been overjoyed, eagerly snatching it from her hands and tearing it open. When he saw the tie, he couldn't wait to put it around his neck. "Honey, I'll treasure it and keep it close always." He had kissed her forehead. "Chloe, tomorrow, I'll give you a Valentine's Day you'll never forget. Trust me!" His warm breath brushed her face, and his handsome features looked so sincere. The steady beat of his heart had inexplicably reassured her. But... It had only been one night, and her humble, sincere heart had been discarded like a worthless rag, tangled up with that woman's dress, making her feel like a complete fool.

Chapter 2 Chapter 2 Betrayal

Not far away, she saw the woman's black lace underwear intertwined suggestively with a pair of bright red boxers. She wouldn't be naïve enough to think this was some kind of strip show between a man and a woman. The clothes were strewn about so chaotically and intimately that just looking at them made her blush, further fueling her imagination of the intense passion that had erupted here. The sounds coming from inside the room were clear, as if to confirm her worst fears. Each moan, louder than the last, made it impossible for her to pretend she didn't understand. "Amos, Amos... ah..." The woman's voice, laced with desire, called out sweetly. The response was a series of deep, heavy breaths. Chloe's face turned deathly pale. She bit her lip hard, her vision blurring as her trembling hands gripped the phone tightly. How absurd. She had been waiting for him since 5 PM, anxious and restless, not even drinking a sip of tea just to be ready for him. She struggled to move her feet forward, refusing to believe that the man would treat her this way. Grabbing onto her sleeve, no matter how humiliated she felt, Chloe was not one to retreat. Carefully stepping over the scattered clothes on the floor, each step felt like a dagger to her heart, as if she wasn't treading on the floor but on her own soul. The sounds in the room grew more intense, and she could clearly smell the suffocating stench of lust in the air, making her want to vomit. She forced herself to hold back, slowly raising her head. In the center of the room, on a large double bed, a man and woman were entangled. The man's broad, strong back was facing her, obscuring his face, while the woman's flushed face and vivid red lips moved sensuously. Bold and seductive, she arched a brow and met Chloe's gaze. The woman wasn't surprised at all. Instead, she raised her voice, a smug smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with mockery. The man finally collapsed like a deflated balloon. In that instant, Chloe felt dizzy, her mind going blank as if she were about to suffocate and die. That face—she knew it all too well. She had seen it since she was born, for over twenty years. She would recognize it even if it turned to ashes. Flora Miler! Her younger sister! It's really her! She didn't mishear! Chloe fought back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Her tall frame trembled uncontrollably. She used all her strength to grip the phone, as if it was the only thing keeping her upright, her back straight. But the phone slipped from her hand, hitting the floor with a soft "thud." Amos noticed something and slightly lifted himself, turning his face to the side. Chloe realized Amos was about to turn around, and suddenly, she panicked. She wanted to run! She didn't want to see that face, didn't want to believe that the man with her sister was him... But it was too late... Before she could take a single step, that familiar face appeared before her eyes. That face was just as stunningly handsome as the first time she had seen it. But now, that face filled her with dread. His sweat-soaked bangs clung to his forehead, his eyes still hazy with the remnants of passion. When his eyes met Chloe's, his brows furrowed slightly as if in pain. He rubbed his forehead, looking at the woman beneath him with confusion in his eyes. Chloe couldn't stay a moment longer. The strength that had been drained from her body suddenly returned. She forgot to pick up the phone from the floor and turned to flee as if escaping a monstrous beast. *** The bustling night scene of the city and the intoxicating music seemed to fade away into nothingness. Chloe's world had turned completely blank. All she could think about was running away, desperately trying to escape... escape... Beep beep— Honk honk— "What the fuck are you doing?!""Get the fuck outta here!" Cars screeched to a halt as Chloe recklessly dashed across the street, causing a chorus of angry shouts and the sound of tires skidding. But she couldn't hear the outside world at all, and all she could think about was her deceased father's wishes before he died. "Chloe, a man doesn't have to be wealthy; as long as he has a sincere heart, that's enough. You must always beware of those men who are beasts in human clothing. Don't be fooled by their sweet words and handsome appearances..." After her father's death, she had treated his advice as his last will. Three years! Amos had pursued her relentlessly for three years. No matter how cold or even cruel she was to him, he seemed unaffected, always meeting her icy demeanor with a warm smile. For three years, she had guarded her heart, never wavering. The man believed in the adage that sincerity could move even the hardest of hearts, convinced that even if Chloe was as cold as stone, she would eventually warm up to him. And so, it wasn't until she graduated from university that his sincerity moved her, and she cautiously handed over her heart. For someone like her, who was so careful and unwilling to take a leap easily, once she committed, she did so with all her heart and soul. That's why, when she saw her closest sister and the man who had sworn to love her for a lifetime tangled together, her fragile heart shattered instantly. He had said, "Chloe, you are my moon, and I am the stars that twinkle around you. Each one represents my true heart." But just three months after she had finally offered him her warm heart, he had trampled on it, leaving it bloodied and broken. "Liar... liar..." She covered her face, tears seeping through her pale fingers. "This is your first heartfelt gift to me. I'll treasure it and keep it close always.""Haha..." Chloe laughed and cried like a madwoman. —It was all bullshit lies! "Chloe, tomorrow, I'll give you a Valentine's Day you'll never forget. Trust me!" Indeed, of all the countless things he had said, perhaps only that one sentence was true. It was definitely a different Valentine's Day, one she would likely never forget, one that would be etched into her bones and soul. "Dad..." She collapsed by the fountain, calling out desperately, "I was wrong, so wrong... It hurts so much... so much..." It was because she hadn't heeded her father's teachings that she was now experiencing this gut-wrenching, soul-crushing pain once again. The last time she had felt such heartache was when her father had died because of her. But this time, the pain seemed even more unbearable, leaving her gasping for breath, on the verge of suffocating...

Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Mistook

A week later Blues Bar, located on a somewhat secluded street, hadn't always done well in business, but ever since Chloe started working there, the place had become more popular by the day. Her music was like a spell, capable of calming people's anger, bringing them joy, and making them feel completely at ease. For an entire week, Chloe had been missing. The bar owner, Mag, had tried calling her so many times that her phone was nearly dead, but she still couldn't reach her. Customers were growing more restless, almost to the point of tearing the bar apart. Tonight, the bar was packed again, and with only five minutes left until showtime, there was still no sign of Chloe. Mag was starting to sweat with worry. Standing on her toes, Mag anxiously scanned the bar, and finally, she saw a figure dressed in white appear around the corner. She couldn't contain her excitement and shouted, "She's here! Chloe's here!" Instantly, the bar fell silent. As Chloe stepped inside, hundreds of pairs of eyes followed her every move. She was a bit taken aback. After a brief moment of silence, thunderous applause erupted. She felt a bit overwhelmed by the attention. Naturally quiet and reserved, Chloe had always been cautious in this mixed crowd, but the regulars had grown accustomed to her presence and enjoyed communicating with her through her music. Nodding slightly, Chloe sat down at the piano. Instantly, her slender, pale fingers began to dance across the keys, producing a stream of smooth, powerful, yet graceful notes that filled the room. The guests seemed enchanted, their worries melting away. At some point, the music began to change, causing the patrons to stop whatever they were doing and fixate on Chloe as she played quietly. Her expression remained mostly unchanged, her eyes downcast, revealing only the slight tremor of her long lashes. The music sounded like a lament, a mournful wail, as if it were crying out in pain, evoking a sense of heartbreak in those who listened. *** At midnight, Chloe finished her shift. She closed the piano lid as Mag approached her. "Chloe, are you in some kind of trouble?" Mag was a widow in her thirties, warm-hearted and sincere. Chloe smiled faintly, her lips curving into a gentle crescent, "Mag, I'm sorry about this past week, I—""No need to explain," Mag interrupted. "If it wasn't absolutely necessary, you wouldn't have done this!" Mag glanced toward the entrance, not seeing the man who usually came to pick up Chloe every day, Amos. "Let's wait a bit longer; the person who usually picks you up isn't here yet." A sharp pain shot through Chloe's heart, but she maintained a soft smile. "No, it's fine. I'll go on my own." There was a bittersweet sadness to her smile. Noticing the change in Chloe's music tonight, Mag, who had seen all kinds of people and events in her life, had already guessed what was going on. She patted Chloe on the shoulder and said, "If anything happens, don't forget you still have me.""Mm." Chloe smiled gratefully. Raising her head, she saw a tall figure at the door, and the faint smile froze on her lips. Mag followed her gaze to the man at the entrance—he was no longer the dashing, handsome man he used to be. His hair was disheveled, and stubble covered his face. Chloe's expression disappeared, and suddenly, a cold indifference enveloped her. She drifted past the tall man at the door like a wisp of white smoke. Seeing the distant, ethereal look in her eyes, Amos suddenly felt a sharp pain. He had a sense that his Chloe was slipping away like a wisp of smoke, drifting out of his world forever. His eyes turned red in an instant. He reached out with his long arm and grabbed her delicate, pale wrist. "Chloe, we need to talk." His voice was hoarse and raspy. Chloe slowly lifted her eyelids, casting a faint glance at the man—or rather, her gaze passed right through him, distant and ethereal. She didn't say a word, just tried to pull her wrist free. Her wrist was so slender and fragile that it seemed like it would snap with the slightest twist, so Amos quickly released her. "I was wrong, but I truly love you. I was drunk, and I mistook her for you!" Grabbing Chloe's hand, Amos shouted, his frustration and self-loathing clear in his voice. He was furious that Chloe wouldn't listen to his explanation. "Ha…" Chloe laughed through her tears. Her newly dried tears started to fall again, big and heavy. She quickly wiped them away, her bloodshot eyes sharp as daggers, staring at Amos's handsome face as if wanting to cut it open to see if there was blood underneath that mask. Mistook her? He claimed he mistook her! Could someone truly in love make such a mistake? She didn't want to shed another tear for this man, but the dull ache in her heart was impossible to ignore. Chloe's laughter sent chills through Amos, her mockery piercing his heart. He couldn't stand her sarcasm. He tightened his grip on her hand, leaving her wrist red. "Chloe, please don't do this," Amos pleaded, a tear slipping from his eye. He quickly turned away, not wanting her to see it. "Take your hand off!" Chloe's voice was icy, her entire body bristling like a porcupine. She yanked her hand free and immediately wiped it with a tissue, as if his touch had dirtied her. "Chloe…" Her actions deeply hurt Amos. Was he really that filthy? After all, wasn't it common for men to have multiple women? And he hadn't done it on purpose! Chloe gritted her teeth and growled, "Shut up! Don't humiliate me anymore!" Betrayal was betrayal, with no excuses and no chance for forgiveness. Not sparing him another glance, Chloe straightened her back and walked away with her head held high. "Chloe..." The man let out a pained cry, his eyes moistening. His moon had truly forsaken him. Without the moon, how could the stars shine? No! He wouldn't allow it! He got up and followed her from a distance, knowing her temperament all too well, too afraid to approach. He wished he could cut his flesh into pieces and feed it to the dogs, then carve out his heart and offer it to her. But it was too late. Last night, when he had climbed into that bed, he had lost that privilege. Could he tell her that it was because he loved her too much, loved her to the point of drunkenness, to the point of madness, to the point where his intelligence was reduced to zero, that he had ended up in the wrong bed? Even he couldn't believe such an excuse, so how could he make her believe it?

Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Chloe, I hate you!

Later. When Chloe opened the door, she felt utterly exhausted, wanting nothing more than a bath and some rest. To her shock, she found herself face-to-face with a heavily made-up face on the sofa. The sight stunned her so much that she nearly dropped her bag. It was the first time she'd seen her since that day. Just the sight of that face made Chloe recall the image of them entwined together, and instinctively, she wanted to avoid it. Flora was quicker, grabbing her hand. "Chloe! Stop!" Chloe stared blankly at the face in front of her. "Let go!" She didn't want to get entangled with her. She didn't hate her sister; she only hated herself for believing a man's sweet lies. Chloe felt none of the heartache she expected. Flora, red with anger, shouted, "Chloe, you heartless monster! I slept with your man! I was FUCKED your man! Are you blind or deaf?" How could she not feel pain? She had slept with her man just to make her suffer—to suffer so much that she couldn't breathe, so much that she would scream to the heavens, so much that she would wish for death. Only then would Flora feel satisfied. But things didn't go as Flora had expected, and her frustration gnawed at her, like a thousand cats clawing at her heart. "If you want him, he's yours from now on," Chloe said calmly, her face expressionless as if the matter had nothing to do with her. This reaction completely crushed Flora. "Chloe, I hate you! I hate you!" Flora broke down, sobbing. "You heartless monster, you're the one who killed Dad and ruined our family…" How could this cold and unfeeling woman be her sister? Flora's tears streamed down her face. Dad had favored her so much when he was alive! But how could she not shed a single tear after causing his death? Flora hated her! The boys at school worshipped her sister like a goddess. Men who once fawned over Flora would abandon her without a second glance after seeing Chloe. She hated that! Amos was the man Flora had set her eyes on first, but like all the others, he too, after seeing Chloe, no longer spared Flora a glance. And Chloe, so proud and indifferent, disdained any man who approached her. Yet these men would still grovel, eager to please her! She hated that! She hated how Chloe had stolen all the attention, the glory, and the man. She hated how Chloe had killed their father, made their mother a widow, and brought their once carefree family to ruin overnight. They had to sell their house and move into a slum, and now Flora was forced to work and endure the scorn of others to survive. And throughout all of this, her sister remained cold, seemingly unaffected. She carried on with her serene, noble facade. Flora hated it! She hated how Chloe could feel nothing while Flora suffered so much! She refused to believe that Chloe had no heart, that she couldn't feel pain! So, she would tear off Chloe's false mask of nobility. She wanted to see Chloe bleed from the pain! How could Chloe remain so calm after witnessing her man in bed with her sister on Valentine's Day? "Chloe, you're not human—you're a devil!" Flora shoved Chloe hard and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Watching the door shake, Chloe's lips curved into a faint smile as she walked into the bathroom and submerged herself in the water. She wasn't human. She was heartless. She was a devil. Maybe that was true. She knew Flora hated her. No! Not just Flora—her mother and brother did too. Their father had been a professor at a university. On that stormy night, Chloe had been struck by a sudden high fever, feeling so ill that she cried out, "Daddy, I'm in so much pain—I'm dying..." Her words had terrified him, and he had rushed out into the rain to fetch a doctor, only to be struck down by a car… Since then, their world had collapsed. Their mother lost the husband who had adored her, and the three siblings lost the father who had loved them most. In a single night, their family had fallen from the heights of happiness into the depths of despair. Their mother became withdrawn, her gaze toward Chloe filled with sorrow. Her sister and brother grew to despise her. How had it come to this? How had she killed the father who loved her most? If only she hadn't been so willful, if only she had endured the pain a little longer, would her father still be alive?

Chapter 5 Chapter 5 Drugged

Two Months Later. Bar Paradiso People called it paradise on earth—a world of luxury and excess that others spent their whole lives pursuing. Yet, it was a world of decadence and corruption. In one of the lavish private rooms, a man lounged on a sofa in the corner. His face was so strikingly handsome that it seemed like the masterpiece of a dedicated artist, sculpted with the utmost care. His sharp, defined features exuded a wild, yet refined allure, with an aura of untouchable power. Resting his elegant chin on one hand, his deep brown eyes—mysterious and unfathomable, like a bottomless pool—gazed thoughtfully at an ancient painting on the wall. He gently swirled the wine in his glass, lost in thought. With a tilt of his head, the fiery red liquid flowed smoothly down his throat, filling his mouth with its rich aroma. His cold, somber face, shrouded in the dim light, was a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively scene behind him. Suddenly, the crisp sound of high heels clicking against the floor pierced the air, followed by a pair of slender arms wrapping around him. "Lion, everyone's waiting for you to give the word!" The woman tugged at his arm, pulling him from the sofa. As she looked up at his chiseled features, her heart raced like a frantic deer. No wonder he was Lionel Williams, the CEO of K International Group. It wasn't just his billion-dollar fortune; his god-like looks alone could stop traffic, captivating every woman who laid eyes on him. He was born to stand out, a beacon that had shattered countless women's hearts. But she knew all too well that he was a man who stood at the pinnacle of the pyramid, a man with standards so high that someone like her, a mere woman of the night, could never hope to match. His gaze, when it flicked over to her, was enigmatic and distant, with a subtle hint of coldness that was easy to miss. His thin lips curved ever so slightly, sending a chill down her spine. Those familiar with Lion knew this was a sign of his displeasure, and she quickly released her grip on his wrist. "Lion, you're off in your own world, leaving us hanging. You should be punished." Another man approached with a bright smile, holding a glass of wine. How could anyone be so handsome? The women around the room felt both envy and an overwhelming urge to pounce on him. "Lion, have a drink!" A sultry beauty, who had already toasted him several times, slid over to sit next to Lionel, holding the glass, stained with her lipstick, to his lips. Lionel's brow furrowed slightly, and a faint, hollow smile flashed in his eyes. He took the bottle and poured himself a drink, then downed it in one go. The seductive woman, familiar with his temperament, didn't mind. She happily withdrew her hand and finished her own drink. "Lion, for you!""Lion, here's to you!""We want…" Seeing the woman get so close to the handsome man, the others in the room became desperate. They quickly stood up and crowded around him, each one trying to offer him a drink. The ignored men glanced at each other and sighed, "With Lion here, we can forget about getting any attention from the ladies. Let's go." They wanted to say goodbye to Lionel, but seeing how busy he was, they figured he wouldn't have time to respond, so they quietly left the room. The boisterous laughter and chatter didn't last much longer. Suddenly, Lionel's face darkened. The smile that had been playing in his eyes turned into a sharp, cutting glare that he swept coldly across the crowd of women. Their laughter froze on their lips. It was the first time he had ever shown anger toward women. With his already commanding presence, combined with a look that seemed capable of killing, the women didn't dare to even breathe. "Wh-what's wrong, Lion?" The woman's voice trembled as she reached for Lionel's hand, but she quickly withdrew when she met his icy gaze. His eyes roved over the faces of the women, who felt as if the cold wind was slicing their skin. Clutching their glasses tightly, they noticed the liquid inside trembling uncontrollably. "Get FUCKING out!" he suddenly roared like a beast, smashing his glass onto the floor with a loud crash that sent shards flying. The women couldn't help but tremble violently. One after another, glasses shattered, and the women, abandoning all pretense, screamed and bolted like startled deer, fleeing in all directions. In an instant, only a floor littered with broken glass remained. Lionel, now drenched in sweat, looked as if he were burning up with a fever. His pale face had turned a fiery red. The heat surging through his body was sudden and overwhelming. He clenched his teeth, wiping the sweat from his brow. Some fool had dared to drug him?! After years of navigating the cutthroat business world, this wasn't the first time someone had tried to poison him, but the dose this time must have been at least three times the usual amount. It was clear—someone was dead set on taking him down tonight!

Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Give you what you want.

Lionel squinted his eyes. He knew he couldn't make it far and needed to find a room immediately. Stumbling out of the private room, his body felt like it was about to explode from the searing heat coursing through him. His silver-gray shirt was already soaked through with sweat. He staggered his way up to the VIP rooms on the 15th floor. As he stumbled toward a door, he was fortunate—it was unlocked and automatically opened. He needed to cool down his body fast. As he lifted his leg to step inside, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a woman lurking under the dim, yellowish corridor light. She was acting suspiciously, glancing around nervously, and slowly edging closer to him. Lionel rubbed his eyes. Despite his increasingly muddled mind, he recognized her immediately—she was the same woman who had been trying hard to flatter him with drinks earlier. With his experience in dealing with women, he could tell what they were thinking with just a glance or a subtle gesture. At first glance, he thought this woman seemed demure and elegant, a bit refreshing and unique. But at a second glance, her overly revealing low-cut dress and her bold moves when toasting him—those sultry, seductive eyes that screamed of her desire to pounce on him—disgusted him. The hypocrisy was nauseating. Chloe walked cautiously, carefully checking the room numbers as she went. She was so focused that she didn't notice anyone at the door until she suddenly bumped into Lionel. She let out a startled cry, her eyes flashing with panic. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" She apologized, her head bowed, trying to sidestep Lionel and move past him. But as they passed each other, Lionel grabbed her hand, his voice full of gritted anger and a murderous edge, "Bitch, no one dares to treat me like this!" He believed that no one had ever dared to cross him. Yet here he was, being plotted against—by a mere woman, no less, and one as hypocritically self-righteous as her! Chloe was stunned and flustered by Lionel's sudden action. "S-Sir, what are you doing?" She was so shocked that she momentarily forgot to pull her hand away, but the scorching heat from Lionel's grip snapped her back to reality. She began desperately trying to yank her hand free. "Still pretending?" Lionel shook his increasingly fuzzy head and sneered, "You've been cozying up to me all night, showing off your cleavage, stroking my thigh, all just to climb into my bed, haven't you?" He thought she had drugged him, waiting for the moment the drug took effect to offer herself to him. Wasn't that her plan? Her soft, delicate hand was cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his body, and he found himself wanting to pull that coolness even closer. Chloe's dark eyes quickly filled with terror. "W-What are you talking about?" Her voice trembled with anger. "Let go!" When she couldn't break free, she frantically used her other hand to help. In the struggle, Lionel's burning arm brushed against the cool softness of her skin. A fire ignited in his eyes, burning brightly. "Hmph, you're quite the actress!" More sweat dripped down his face as he realized that just a cold bath wouldn't be enough to cool him down tonight. His gaze locked onto the smooth, white curve of her neck, and his body reacted sharply. He made a quick decision—whoever had the guts to drug him should be ready to face the consequences. Right now, he didn't care if this woman was merely trying to seduce him or if she had some other agenda. Once tonight was over, he could deal with her and ensure she wouldn't cause any trouble. Almost as soon as he made his decision, Lionel pulled the struggling woman into his arms and dragged her into the room. *** On the other side of the corridor, a scantily clad woman watched the brief struggle between Lionel and Chloe. At first, she was too stunned to react, but the sound of the door slamming shut jolted her back to reality. Her eyes filled with tears, glistening with hatred. Before she could think any further, the door behind her silently opened. A strong male hand grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside. "Ah…" Her scream was quickly muffled as she was thrown forcefully onto an enormous bed. Before she could get up, three burly men pounced on her like ravenous wolves…

Chapter 7 Chapter 7 An Accidental Night

The other side In the dimly lit room, the atmosphere was hazy and suggestive. The sound of fabric tearing sharply cut through the air as the woman's long dress was ripped by the man's hands, scattering in tatters across the floor. "Let... let me go..." Chloe's pleas were filled with fear as the man's sudden ferocity and the unbearable heat from his body made her tender skin burn painfully. Despite knowing she couldn't escape his clutches, she continued to beg, "Please... let me go..." Her voice trembled, and her tear-streaked face was a heart-wrenching sight. Lionel hesitated for a moment. The woman's delicate, white neck seemed to carry a subtle fragrance, and her trembling, bloodied lips were even more enticing. Her hands, crossed defensively over her chest, only drew more attention to her seductive allure. Her bare skin was pale and incredibly soft, like that of a fairy. After a brief hesitation, Lionel lost the last remnants of his rationality to the seductive woman. Like a predator, he swiftly overpowered her. Never one to kiss women, he found her lips irresistibly tender and sweet, capturing them with precision and taking complete control of her. Chloe kept her eyes tightly shut, tears streaming down her face. She stubbornly clenched her lips, even as they bled, trying to withstand the physical and emotional humiliation. The man, wild and bloodthirsty, was drenched in sweat, which streamed from his face down his solid chest and further down. *** As dawn broke, the room finally fell silent. Chloe lay curled up, her eyes still shedding unfallen tears, while a thin blanket lay haphazardly over her. Her exposed neck and long, pale legs bore vivid marks—red and purple bruises. Lionel, his long frame twisted, lay beside her, seemingly cradling her in his arms. His handsome face relaxed into a satisfied expression. The room was littered with clothes, pants, and torn fabric, a chaotic scene revealing the intensity of the previous night's events. BANG-- Suddenly, footsteps echoed in the corridor, followed by a loud voice as the door was kicked open. Click, click! Cameras and phones flashed continuously as a large group of men and women, energized and excited, snapped photos of the chaotic scene. "How dare you!" The man roared in fury, gripping the sheets tightly. Startled awake by the commotion, the woman's already pale face turned ghostly white. In a panic, she instinctively pulled the blanket over her head. But it was too late. The sudden roar from Lionel made everyone freeze, their shock and amazement palpable. The murderous look in his eyes was unmistakable! As the crowd snapped out of their stupor and tried to flee, Lionel, moving with lightning speed, blocked their escape route. The group was left stunned, their fear increasing as they realized Lionel's rage. Just moments ago, the man had been in bed, but now, fully dressed in a bathrobe, he was behind them. No one had seen how he managed it. "Smash everything!" Lionel, embodying his innate authority, had a face full of murderous intent. His cold, ruthless gaze and the command that followed left no room for disobedience. Smash— Smash— The sound of shattering phones and cameras filled the room, as Lionel's orders were carried out with relentless precision. "Get out!" His voice, like that of a vengeful demon, made the intruders tremble as they hurriedly fled. It was clear that these people were not professional journalists. No one in the media would dare to be so bold as to invade his private space and photograph him in such a compromising situation. Even if it was just a simple photo or scandalous news about him, no one dared to leak it without his permission. These intruders were clearly reckless, emerging from the depths of obscurity. Lionel's attention turned back to the woman on the bed. His sharp eyes locked onto her. The woman, who had been curled up in a ball, had now quickly donned a bathrobe. She stared at him with a cold, proud, and defiant gaze. Still pretending? Lionel couldn't help but smile in disdain. This woman had some nerve to challenge him! He advanced towards the bed, clearly seeing her shoulders tremble. Yet she stood straight, maintaining her composure. Good, she had guts! As he neared her, before he could make any move, the woman threw a wad of cash at him. "No need to look for me. Consider this a reward for your efforts last night." Chloe, who had always held herself with pride, was not one to beg. Last night, she had felt humiliated begging him, only for this beastly man to still take advantage of her. Men, besides her father, were all the same! If that was the case, why should she show weakness in front of him? She treated him as if he were merely a paid escort for a wild night! Lionel stood stunned for a moment, his usually sharp intellect momentarily short-circuited. It dawned on him—had he been hired for a night of service? His face turned a deep shade of anger. The white-clad figure had already darted toward the door. All he saw was her slender back, which seemed to carry the fragrance of flowers.. "Ha…" Lionel's lips curled into a twisted smile. Looking at the few bills scattered at his feet, his smile widened. The president of K International Group, a figure at the pinnacle of power, had his night reduced to mere pieces of paper? The woman had some nerve! A sinister, bloodthirsty look crossed Lionel's handsome face. Though he had been unconscious of his actions last night, he had sensed that she was still a virgin. But now… Lionel, the heir of the Williams, had his nearly 30-year-old pride destroyed by this woman. To add insult to injury, she had treated him like a gigolo! Well, well. Very well! He would wait for this audacious woman to come to her senses and face the consequences! "Barton, find out about the escort at Paradiso…" Lionel made a call, his eyes chillingly cold. This matter was far from over. With his keen insight, he could sense that someone was out to get him, and they seemed unable to hold back any longer!

Chapter 8 Chapter 8 Flora is Dying

Chloe's legs trembled as she returned home, grateful that her mother and brother had already left, sparing them from witnessing her disheveled state. She filled the bathtub with steaming hot water and sank into it, allowing herself a moment of weakness in the small, confined space. As she stared at the bruises on her body, memories of last night's chaotic events flooded back, and scalding tears fell, mingling with the warm water. She couldn't understand why her life had taken such a disastrous turn. It must have started when she caused her father's death. She killed him, and now even the heavens were punishing her. Betrayed by both her boyfriend and her sister, as if that weren't enough, she had inexplicably ended up in bed with a stranger. She felt too ashamed to face anyone. "Chloe..." Her father's bloodstained hand had grasped hers as he stroked her face with his dying breath. "My darling... I'm leaving... This family... depends on you now... Take care of your mother... take care of... Flora and... Beck..." And with that, her father closed his eyes, full of regret and reluctance. At that moment, miraculously, her high fever broke. She stared at her father's blood-covered body and the blood on her own hands, feeling utterly empty. It was as if the fever had drained all the moisture from her body—she wanted to cry, but no tears came. Undoubtedly, in the eyes of her mother and siblings, she was the one who killed her father. And her inability to shed a tear was proof of her cold-heartedness. "Dad..." Chloe cradled her face in her hands, tears finally streaming down. "I wish I could die in your place..." Her frail shoulders shook uncontrollably. She was so tired. She longed to lie down and rest, to finally lay down the burdens on her shoulders. But her father was gone, and she couldn't... she couldn't show weakness in front of her family, or anyone else. She had to carry on the responsibilities her father had left behind. After pulling herself together, exhaustion overcame her, and she collapsed onto her bed, eyes fluttering shut. Her curled eyelashes still clung to remnants of moisture, trembling slightly, and her round nose was red while her face was excessively pale, like a sheet of paper. She wasn't sure how long she had slept—or if she had slept at all—when a sudden ringing startled her awake. She answered the phone, only to hear her mother's sobbing voice, "Chloe, Flora's in trouble... come to the hospital..." Chloe's heart sank. Since their father's death, her mother had cried for days and nights, losing her voice and shedding all her tears until she fell silent, showing no emotion. But now... something truly terrible must have happened! For a moment, Chloe almost dropped the phone. Her fragile family could hardly withstand another blow. Her voice trembled as she tried to sound steady, "Mom, don't cry, I'm on my way!" But in truth, she was panicking. Her mind was a blank slate, and she felt utterly lost. Yet, she had to be strong—if she fell apart, what would happen to her mother? Shakily getting out of bed, she rummaged through her wardrobe for a long-sleeved shirt, buttoning it up to hide the marks on her neck. Slipping on her shoes, she rushed to the hospital. *** At the hospital, Chloe found her mother with swollen, tear-streaked eyes. The moment her mother saw her, she collapsed into Chloe's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "Mom, don't cry. What happened to Flora? Trust me, no matter how difficult things get, our family... we'll get through this together..." Chloe's voice caught in her throat as she tried to comfort her mother, forcing back the tears that threatened to fall. She couldn't cry! "Last night... Flora... Flora was at Paradiso..." Donna choked on her words, unable to form a complete sentence. But just hearing the name "Paradiso" made Chloe's heart pound in fear. She had been at Paradiso last night too... Could it be that her sister had experienced the same horror? Oh God, her head spun as she struggled to stay conscious. "Flora... she... at Paradiso... she suddenly fell ill... she's dying..." Donna finally managed to say through her sobs. Chloe's vision darkened, and she nearly fainted. Her frail body leaned against the wall for support, barely keeping her upright. Her delicate eyes could no longer hold back the weight of her tears, and they finally cascaded down. Flora is dying?! Those words struck her like a curse, squeezing the breath out of her lungs! Her father's dying words echoed in her ears once more. If Flora dies, how will she ever face her father? She would rather go back to two months ago when Flora pointed at her, arrogantly declaring, "I slept with your man!" She would rather Flora curse her, call her heartless, a devil! She would rather Flora jump and shout that she hated her! What did her own pain matter? At least then her sister was alive! Their family was still whole, and she wouldn't have failed her father. But now... Chloe's slender frame shook as she held onto her mother, her tears falling like a flood, her teeth clamped down on her lip to keep from making a sound. Dad, I failed to protect my sister. I failed to protect this family... Her heart was already shattered, more painful than the humiliation she endured last night. No amount of tears could wash away her guilt. She had caused their father's death, and now their family was falling apart because of her! The doctor pushed open the doors of the emergency room and stepped out. "Who is Flora Miller's family?""I-I am." Chloe wiped the tears from her eyes and straightened her frail frame. "Doctor, how is she...?" The middle-aged doctor, around fifty years old, glanced at Chloe's weak figure, worried about the small girl before him. He asked again, "You're her family?" Chloe nodded. "Her condition is critical. While she's not in immediate danger, she needs a significant blood transfusion and treatment for several other serious conditions. Expect to need hundreds of thousands of dollars..." The doctor seemed to hesitate, reluctant to further distress this frail mother and daughter duo. But he was only a small attending physician, powerless in the face of such dire circumstances. There was more he could have said... but seeing their pitiful state, he couldn't bring himself to say anything else, only gently urging, "Hurry and gather the money. And when she wakes up, don't upset her." Even though Flora wasn't dying, the enormous medical bills were like a death sentence. Donna's legs gave way. "Mom, Mom!" Chloe cried out in fear, and the doctor rushed over to help, guiding them to a nearby chair. "My poor child..." Donna wept in agony. Chloe's heart broke at her mother's cries, torn between the doctor's half-good, half-bad news. "Mom, as long as she's alive, that's all that matters! I'll find a way to get the money." What did it matter if she had to scrape together the money? As long as it didn't cost her sister's life. The doctor glanced at Chloe's red, swollen eyes. She was a young girl, once as vibrant as a flower, now reduced to this sorrowful state, smiling through her pain, crying in a way that broke his heart. Sigh— He sighed and shook his head as he left. Chloe had only graduated from university a few months ago and hadn't found a stable job yet. Since her father's death three years ago, she had been working as a pianist at Blues bar, where Mag generously paid her $5,000 a month. With her earnings from teaching piano on the side, she made about $10,000 a month. But after covering her family's living expenses and her brother's school fees, there was hardly anything left. And Flora, being a high-maintenance spender, barely managed to cover her own expenses, let alone contribute to the family. Hundreds of thousands of dollars! It was a death sentence for Chloe too. Sadly, the only friends she had were Mag and her best friend Cynthia. But neither of them had the means to help her. What on earth was she going to do?!

Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Marry Flora Miler

Chloe was overwhelmed with worry about raising money, unaware that the internet and media were already in a frenzy. Shortly after noon, headlines like "Lionel Williams, CEO of K International Group, Spotted with Flora Miler at Paradiso" along with a series of photos started appearing online. Although Flora's face was blurred out, the news spread like wildfire. The public was in an uproar. Lionel Williams was the dream man of millions, admired for his near-godlike perfection. The sudden revelation of such a scandal involving him was shocking and unacceptable to many. Some sympathetic fans tried to defend Lionel, but the majority were relentless in their condemnation, hurling insults like "hypocrite,""shameless," and "disgusting." Posts and comments spread rapidly, intensifying the controversy. The internet was nearly brought to a standstill, and K International Group's stock took a significant hit. Lionel, caught completely off guard, was furious. He had personally witnessed his men destroy the cameras last night—where could these photos have come from? The answer was clear: it had to be that woman. He had underestimated her, assuming no one would dare challenge him given his status. But now, he realized he had been wrong. As he read through the information on Flora, Lionel's anger flared. He wanted nothing more than to tear her apart. Meanwhile, Lionel's grandfather, Earl Williams, who was abroad at the time, nearly suffered a stroke from the shock of the scandal. He flew back immediately, ready to confront Lionel, but found himself unable to strike him. K International Group's crisis management team quickly took action, leveraging their extraordinary resources to scrub the internet clean of the scandal. However, the damage was done, and the public's memory was not so easily erased. "This mess you created—you fix it!" Earl's eyes were filled with fury as he glared at Lionel. "If you can't handle this, you'll have quit!" Earl wasn't making empty threats. When he had pushed Lionel into his current position a few years ago, it had stirred significant opposition, not just within the family but also among the major shareholders of K International Group. Lionel was known for his wild and carefree nature, more interested in women and spending money than in running the company. His ascension had threatened many people's interests, and they saw him as a ticking time bomb that would eventually destroy the company. They had no choice but to wait for Lionel to make a mistake, hoping to pull him down when he did. Lionel understood the gravity of the situation. His sharp features were etched with tension. "I'll handle it," he promised. "Do you have a plan?" Earl raised an eyebrow. "I will," Lionel replied, the gears in his mind already turning. This wasn't an insurmountable problem—he just needed to wait for the right moment to strike and eliminate the threat once and for all. "Marry her!" Earl declared, slamming his hand on the table as he stood up. "It's the best solution right now!""No way!" Lionel's eyes flashed with anger as he stood up as well. Marry that woman? He'd rather strangle her—she had clearly set him up, but for whom? "If you don't, you'll quit!" Earl's voice was calm but firm, his sharp eyes darkening. "It's just a woman. The money you spend freely could support thousands of women! Marry her, and you can divorce her later. I'm not asking you to live with her forever. Once things settle down, you'll still be in control." Earl's experience in business was undeniable. His shrewdness showed. Lionel's icy eyes flickered, and suddenly, he changed his mind. A sly smile tugged at his lips as he gave instructions to his assistant. "Barton, arrange a press conference. I'm going to marry Flora Miler!"