Spoiled by the Mysterious Tycoon

In the cramped, dim closet, Aria York held her breath.

Just a thin wooden plank separated her from the sounds of her fiancé and stepsister outside. "Billy, be gentle."

Aria clutched her chest, feeling like her heart was being squeezed, making it hard to breathe.

The scent of roses filled her nose, a cruel reminder of her earlier, now seemingly foolish, plan.

She came back to this bridal home three days early, hiding in the closet with a big bouquet of roses, planning to surprise her fiancé Billy Fisher.

However, she found betrayal.

"Billy, are you really going to marry Aria?" Her stepsister Laura York gasped.

The bed shook.

Amidst the lewd sounds, Billy's panting voice mixed in, "How could I? Was it not for the value that ugly woman could provide, I would never have gotten engaged to her. It makes me sick. The scar on her face looks like a centipede, and it completely kills any desire I might have."

Her fiance's tone was full of disgust. Aria clenched her hands, her nails digging into her palms, the scar on her face aching.

So his promise to accept her disfigurement and to care for her forever was all a lie?

The conversation outside continued.

"She still owns her mother's inheritance. I need to get it before kicking her out. If I kick her out now, where else can I find such a good tool like her?" Billy said proudly.

Her stepsister，Laura's tone turned vicious, "I can't stand it! That ugly freak is so hard to kill. We hired people to kidnap and gang-rape her, and she still escaped!"

"Baby, don't worry. Isn't she obediently working for us now? This time, you were involved in a scandal, and with some persuasion from me, she readily took the blame for you. Your song is so popular, thanks to her composing and lip-syncing for you. If we control her, you'll become a global superstar." Billy comforted, quickening his movements.

Laura, with fake affection, wrapped her legs around Billy's waist. "Alright, Billy, I'll wait for you to get rid of her."

"Laura, you're the best, making me feel so good! That ugly freak can't compare to you at all!" Billy's voice grew louder.

The sound of flesh slapping and moaning filled the air. Aria, feeling dizzy and with ringing ears, finally snapped back to reality as the two left. She pushed open the closet door and stumbled out of the bridal house.

Outside, it was pouring rain. The rain soaked her thin clothes, but she didn't care. She threw the carefully selected roses into the trash.

Three years ago, she was kidnapped and almost gang-raped. It turned out to be Billy and Laura's conspiracy!

She had foolishly regarded them as her saviors, being treated like a slave for three years. She stayed up late composing for Laura and lip-synced for her, negotiated business deals for Billy, and even endured harassment from business partners to secure projects.

Because of her, the Fisher Group had become a formidable corporation and Laura had become a hot star.

And every time Laura got into trouble, Billy would make her the scapegoat. This time was no different.

Laura got caught in a scandal, and under Billy's coaxing, she took all the blame, resulting in online abuse from netizens and Laura's fans.

How ridiculous, it turned out her sacrifices were nothing more than stepping stones for their love!

Aria wandered like a walking dead, not knowing how long she had been walking on the raining night before being targeted by a group of thugs.

They surrounded her, laughing and jeering, their eyes filled with greed and desire.

The leader of the thugs put his arm around her waist, his eyes roaming over her wet clothes, with a lewd smile on his face. "Where did you come from? Look at your pretty face and body. Brothers, we're in luck today."

They closed in step by step.

"Get away! Don't you dare!" Aria snapped back to reality, struggling in panic, but she was no match for the thugs.

Soon, she was forcibly pinned to the ground.

One of them took out a bottle of unknown liquid and roughly poured it into her mouth.

The scorching liquid slid down her throat into her stomach, making Aria's body uncontrollably hot, her consciousness becoming blurred.

"This is the latest aphrodisiac. I haven't tried it yet. Today, you're lucky. We'll make sure you enjoy it!" The thugs approached with evil smiles, and Aria struggled desperately, her eyes filled with a tenacious will to survive.

At that moment, a bunch of sleek black luxury cars zoomed by. Aria screamed towards the street, "Help me!"

But the cars didn't stop, just sped past.

Despair washed over her.

Just when she thought she was done for, a swarm of bodyguards suddenly appeared from the shadows.

The thugs didn't even have time to react before they were pummeled with punches and kicks, their screams echoing in the night.

Aria collapsed to the ground, her vision blurring, the noise around her fading.

She tried to keep her eyes open, and through the rain and car headlights, she vaguely saw the door of a Maybach in the middle slowly open. Inside sat a man, dressed in a sharp black suit, calm and dignified, standing out from the chaos.

Aria lay limp on the ground, the cold rain biting, while the aphrodisiac burned like fire inside her.

She struggled in the mix of ice and fire, her consciousness slipping away.

When she came to, she was already carried by the bodyguards into the man's car.

He had a noble and steady aura, like someone from an ancient and mysterious family. His features were sharp and deep, his eyes cold and piercing, as if they could see right through her.

Most importantly, she felt like she had seen him somewhere before.

The man's gaze lingered on her for a moment, his eyes suddenly narrowing. "Clea?"

He cupped her face to check, but Aria, unsteady from the car's movement, fell into his arms.

His chest was firm and strong, giving a sense of absolute security. The enticing scent of male hormones filled Aria's nose, draining her last bit of reason. Since Billy betrayed her, why couldn't she indulge for once?

Her soft hand unconsciously climbed up the man's neck, and she kissed his lips with urgency and desire, trembling.

Her inexperienced tongue gently pried open his lips, exploring his mouth.

The originally dignified and self-controlled man instantly breathed heavily.

"Clea, is it really you?" he murmured hoarsely.

Who was Clea?

Aria's reason briefly returned but was quickly overwhelmed by desire. She clutched the man's collar tightly, her body trembling slightly from the drug's effect, her eyes hazy and burning with uncontrollable desire. "Help me, please."

She pounced on him impatiently, every move filled with irresistible temptation, making it almost impossible for the man to stay calm.

He pulled her into his arms, deepening the kiss. "Clea, you asked for this."

His warm hand slipped under her clothes, covering her soft breast, kneading gently and then firmly.

Under such teasing, Aria couldn't help but arch her back slightly, her thighs rubbing against the man's expensive suit.

She didn't know how to relieve her desire, looking at him helplessly and pitifully.

The man's sexy Adam's apple moved slightly, his deep ocean-like eyes darkening. He spoke to the driver in front. "To the hotel."

After a night of madness, Aria woke up sore all over.

She opened her eyes to see a tall, muscular man lying beside her.

He had his back to her, his shoulders broad and firm, his muscles well-defined, exuding a strong sexual tension that made Aria's heart race.

She suddenly remembered the madness of last night, her face instantly flushing with embarrassment.

The man had coaxed her, trying various positions over and over, pressing her against the floor-to-ceiling window of the room, entering her body fiercely against the neon-lit city night.

She bit her lip, mustering the courage to check the man's face, but just then, he moved slightly and turned to lie flat, as if about to wake up.

Aria quickly shrank back, her heart pounding wildly.

She held her breath, carefully observing his side face through the faint morning light, and a name suddenly popped into her mind, Simon Windsor.

She gasped. Last night, she had a one-night stand with the international best actor, Simon?

Suppressing the shock in her heart, Aria gently lifted the blanket, carefully got out of bed, picked up her scattered clothes from the floor, quickly dressed, and fled.

As soon as she got home, Billy's call came in.

He questioned impatiently, "Aria, where were you last night? You didn't answer the phone. What the hell were you doing?"