The Boss's Wife Disciplines Families

The corridor of The Eclipse Bar lay in murky half-darkness. A girl rushed through the swaying crowd, panic draining the color from her face. Two burly men barreled after her. They turned the corner—and lost her.

Amelia Martinez's heart pounded like a drum as she pressed her ear against the door, listening intently for any sounds outside.

"Who's there?" A voice came from inside the room.

She spun around to see a naked man, dripping wet, his figure strikingly impressive.

William Brown didn't bother to cover himself as he walked toward her, his gaze intense and his tone dangerous. He asked, "Who sent you?"

There was a knock at the door.

Amelia held her breath, her eyes fixed on William, fearing he might expose her.

Just as the tension reached its peak, William took a step closer, his hand moving toward the doorknob. In a desperate move, Amelia threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

William froze, her fresh scent invading his senses. Her wide eyes watched his reaction nervously, her grip on his neck tightening as if she might strangle him at any moment.

Interesting.

William smirked, cupping Amelia's chin with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "If you're going to kiss, focus on it."

The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, their breaths mingling with soft, teasing moans.

William's skilled hands roamed her waist, deftly removing her dress. The heat between them intensified, making Amelia feel dizzy and breathless.

He lifted her legs around his waist, and said in his husky voice , "Put it in yourself."

His seductive, magnetic voice was like a spell in her ear.

Amelia bit her lip, unable to resist any longer. She reached down to guide him inside her.

They both sighed in unison as he entered her fully.

Amelia's body glistened with sweat, her hands exploring his muscular chest, every inch perfectly sculpted.

A hint of blush crossed her face, her voice teasing. "This isn't very gentlemanly, not romantic at all."

In response, William thrust hard, making the door behind her rattle.

But his lips were gentle, nibbling her earlobe and trailing kisses down her neck, setting her skin on fire.

The sounds of their sex grew more intense and urgent.

The door rattled more frequently, and Amelia couldn't hold back a cry at the end, clinging to him, panting heavily.

Outside, low voices murmured.

"Fuck, there's a couple having sex in there."

"She must have already run away, let's chase her."

The voices faded away, indicating they had left.

Amelia relaxed, stepping back and separating from William, the sound of their parting echoing in the room.

She didn't notice, bending to pick up her dress and pulling out a card, handing it to William. "Thanks for the help. There's twenty grand in this. You won't lose out."

Still basking in the afterglow, William was taken aback, his expression turning cold as he glanced at the card. He sneered, "Keep it. You'll need it for your medical bills."

Amelia looked puzzled and asked, "What medical bills?"

William replied, "Sexually transmitted diseases!"

"Are you serious? You're nuts!" Amelia didn't have time for his nonsense. She placed the card on the entryway table and bent to pick up her underwear.

Semen trickled down her slender legs.

William's throat tightened, a mix of anger and desire breaking his restraint.

Amelia was caught off guard as he grabbed her waist, pulling her into his arms. Her protests were swallowed by his heated kiss, her clothes falling to the floor again.

That night, their passion left marks all over the apartment, from the balcony to the bathtub, and even the dining table.

The next morning, William woke to find the room in disarray, but Amelia was gone.

His eyes darkened, spotting the card on the nightstand.

11:30 AM.

In a grand mansion resembling a castle, the Martinez family sat in a row, led by an elderly woman with white hair.

A man burst in, his face showing panic, and said, "Mrs. Mabel Martinez, Ms. Amelia Martinez went missing on her way home."

Mabel Martinez stood up in anger and shouted, "What did you say?"

The Martinez family had organized a grand banquet to welcome their true heiress, but now she was missing?

Mabel hurried out, her face furious. "How could you let this happen?"

Bianca Martinez descended the stairs, a smug smile on her face, quickly masking it with a concerned expression. "Grandma, what happened? Did someone go missing?"

"That country girl has no manners. Owen told me she claimed to have a stomachache and needed to use the restroom at a bar. She went in and never came out!"

Mabel's face was livid.

"Maybe Ms. Martinez got overwhelmed by the city and got lost?" Bianca suggested, her eyes downcast, pretending to think. "But disappearing in a bar? That's too chaotic."

She glanced at her phone, waiting for a video update.

It was getting late, and there was still no news.

Could the drug from last night have been too strong?

Once she had the video, Amelia would be kicked out of the Martinez family as soon as she returned!

"Raised in the countryside, no manners at all!" Mabel fumed, striding toward the banquet hall. "Find her immediately. If she's not back by noon, the Martinez family won't recognize her as a granddaughter!"

"Why go through all the trouble to bring me back if the Martinez family doesn't want me?" A cold voice came from a distance.

As the figure approached, everyone stared in shock.

Even Mabel was taken aback. The resemblance was uncanny, just like her mother, Ava Martinez.

The entire Martinez family was stunned, staring at Amelia.

No one had ever spoken to Mabel like that.

"Are you Amelia?" Mabel walked briskly toward her, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

Amelia's face was stern. Three months ago, strangers had barged into her home, claiming she was the heiress of the powerful Martinez family in Emerald City. They had taken her to learn etiquette and manners before bringing her to the city. She had expected a heartfelt reunion with her family.

But before she even arrived, she was drugged, betrayed by someone she trusted.

Blood ties didn't guarantee loyalty.