Hotel Suite

A loud crash echoed through the room as a vase shattered, followed by a man’s furious roar: "You damn bitch! How dare you hit me? I’ll fucking kill—"

Before he could finish the word "you," the burly, thick-necked man collapsed to the floor, unconscious.

Ye Chuiju shook her dizzy head and bolted from the room.

Only when she reached the hotel hallway did she finally exhale in relief.

Her fingers clawed at her own neck, her entire body burning with unbearable heat.

She had been drugged.

And not just any drug—*that* kind.

All thanks to her dear mother’s handiwork.

Heh. Ten thousand bucks—that’s all it took for her own flesh and blood to sell her out.

Motherly love? Family bonds? Those were things only other people’s mothers had.

Hers? Nonexistent.

Swallowing back the bitter sting of tears, Ye Chuiju staggered forward.

She was on the verge of passing out.

No—she had to hide. If the drug took full effect now and some creep found her...

She didn’t even want to think about it.

She noticed one of the guest room doors was slightly ajar.

Suppressing the urge to strip completely, she dashed inside without hesitation and slammed the door shut.

The moment the door closed, a wave of relief washed over her.

But then—an overwhelming force struck.

"Ah—!" She barely had time to scream before a large hand clamped over her mouth.

She tried to turn and see who it was, but strong arms lifted her effortlessly.

The world spun as she was flung onto the bed.

*Damn, did Mom sell me to more than one man?*

Ye Chujiu barely had time to process the thought before scrambling upright, glaring at the man who had thrown her down.

Suddenly, something papery was pressed into her hand. Before she could even look at the man, her eyes dropped to the object—a check. The amount written on it was... *one million.*

Then, a deep, velvety voice murmured beside her ear, "Payment upfront. Now, take it off."

Ye Chujiu blinked in confusion, her gaze lifting to the man before her—and what she saw left her stunned.

Sharp, chiseled features. A tall, commanding frame. Dark, penetrating eyes. An air of untamed arrogance.

And for the first time in her life, she saw a man who could make a simple white dress shirt and black trousers look *this* devastating.

"Who are—*mmph!*"

She never got to finish the question. In the next second, he pinned her down, his lips sealing hers, swallowing every word before it could escape.

This was her first kiss...

Who was this man? One thing was certain—he wasn't some random guy her mother had dug up. Her instincts screamed that a man of his caliber wouldn't need to resort to such underhanded tactics to get a woman!

The kiss didn't last long. He released her, only to sink his teeth into her earlobe the next second.

Ye Chujiu gasped sharply.

His scorching breath and husky voice, laced with an icy edge, coiled into her ear: "Woman, remember your mission—you're to carry my child."

Her eyes flew wide open as if struck by lightning.

What? A baby? Hold up, mister, who the hell even are you?

Just as Ye Chujiu opened her mouth to demand answers, her lips were brutally claimed again.

Drugged and desperate for relief, the man's searing heat and relentless kisses sent waves of prickling desire crawling under her skin. Resistance crumbled. She surrendered to the tidal force, clinging to him as they rode the crashing waves, rising and falling in a feverish rhythm.

The night burned on, unstoppable.

She lost all sense of direction—a lone boat capsized by stormy seas, dragged into the crushing depths.