The CEO's Secret Love

The night was filled with intimate and sultry sounds.

Margaret Neville's slender legs were wrapped around Raymond Seymour's waist, and she moved her hips to match his rhythm.

Raymond suddenly picked up the pace, sending waves of pleasure through Margaret. Her fingers dug into his back, leaving red marks.

"Mr. Seymour, gentler... slower..." Margaret pleaded weakly.

But to Raymond, that was a cue to go even harder.

He rasped heavily, got up, grabbed her waist, and pulled her towards him, pressing down on her abdomen with each deep thrust.

His hands roamed over her delicate skin, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in forcefully, making her abdomen bulge slightly.

He bit her ear softly and whispered, "Every time I pull out..."

With his deep voice, he withdrew slowly, leaving just the tip at the entrance of her vagina.

Margaret was lost in pleasure, her body twitching to keep him in.

Raymond moaned, feeling the intense sensation, and continued, "You always hold me tight, not wanting me to leave."

He thrust deeply again, pressing down on the bulge in her abdomen, chuckling, "See, this is my penis. Your vagina is already shaped like my penis."

Margaret couldn't understand his words; she just knew she wanted more. "Give me more!" she moaned.

Her words drove Raymond wild. He lifted her up while still inside her.

Margaret screamed, clinging to his neck. "I'm going to fall!"

Raymond held her buttocks, thrusting hard. "You won't."

For Margaret, the night seemed endless.

She fainted several times, waking up in the midst of the thrusting, only to pass out again.

How did she end up like this...

In her memory, she was delivering wine to Raymond, and then it turned into this.

Before she could think further, she fell back into a deep sleep.

The next morning, it was drizzling outside, and Raymond woke up abruptly.

He looked at Margaret, who was resting her head on his arm, frowned in disgust, and pulled his arm away, shouting, "Luke!"

Ten minutes later, Margaret, wrapped in a bedsheet, was thrown outside the Seymour Villa.

Covered in hickeys, and her arms scratched from being thrown to the ground, she clung to the rain-soaked bedsheet, begging, "Mr. Seymour, I really didn't drug you; I was just delivering the wine!"

"Get lost," Raymond kicked her away, his eyes cold and cruel. "You disgust me."

Margaret stared blankly at his departing figure, feeling colder than the rain.

Raymond was so cruel, not giving her a chance to explain. He didn't even want to look at her.

She should have known he always hated her!

It was Luke Parker who couldn't bear it, bringing out a suitcase, looking at her for a long time, and sighing, "Take care of yourself."

Raymond sat on the sofa, flipping through documents restlessly.

He sensed Luke coming in and looked up.

Luke immediately said, "Everything is arranged."

Raymond then lowered his eyes.

Luke tried to mediate. "Mr. Seymour, maybe there's really a misunderstanding."

Raymond's face remained tense, not responding. Instead, another female voice came softly. "I've seen too many maids trying to climb into their master's bed."

Stella Brown, looking like the mistress, sat beside Raymond. "Raymond was already kind enough to just kick her out."

She thought, 'Just kicking Margaret out? Knowing Raymond, I thought Raymond would have someone take her out for good!'

Stella hid the madness in her eyes and comforted herself, 'No worries. I have a backup plan.'

Margaret, dragging her suitcase and barefoot, stepped into puddles, slowly walking away.

Stones cut her feet, drawing blood, but she kept walking, as if she didn't feel the pain.

She found a spot that somewhat sheltered her from the rain to change her clothes, only to find a check inside her suitcase. The money wasn't much, probably Luke's way of being kind, worried she'd be too miserable after being kicked out.

But she was already at rock bottom; how much worse could it get?

Just as she finished changing, a man suddenly rushed out from the rain, stabbing her three times in the abdomen before quickly disappearing into the downpour.

Margaret clutched her wound, slowly falling to the ground, blood mixing with rainwater flowing into the drain...

Four years later, in another country, Rainbowland

At the top floor of a skyscraper, the financial elites of the entire country were gathered.

These elites were sitting quietly in the conference room, waiting for the person in the center to give their verdict.

The person in the center had a neat bob haircut, holding the market reports that the elites had spent half a month or even a month preparing, but she looked very stern, clearly dissatisfied with their results.

"Redo everything," she announced with just one sentence.

The others could only silently regret, except for the man on her left who leaned in. "Margaret, who upset you again? Don't take it out on us!"

Margaret threw the report aside, glancing at the man, Mathew Smith. "Mathew, you're too nosy."

Mathew pouted but didn't stop talking. "Did your daughter go missing again?"

Margaret paused her drinking motion, a warning in her eyes.

She was very annoyed. After hiring a martial arts teacher for her daughter Liberty Neville, she discovered that Liberty, thinking she knew self-defense, kept running away from home every few days.

Just as Margaret was thinking about it, her assistant sent a message with a location attached: [Found her.]

Seeing the location, Margaret sat up straight, frowning.

Liberty had gone abroad before, but never this far. Moreover, it was strange that she went to Harmony City, where Margaret had been attacked!

A bad premonition rose in her heart, and she got up and walked out, instructing Mathew, "Cover for me for a while."

Meanwhile, in Harmony City, Crystaland.

Liberty, dragging a small suitcase, walked out of the airport, her cute little face quickly attracting the attention of those around her.

An airport staff member approached eagerly. "Are you alone? Where are your parents?"

"My dad is waiting for me at home, can you take me to this place?" Liberty took out a small piece of paper with an address written on it.

The staff member took it with a smile, but upon seeing the address, their expression became strange, and they looked at Liberty. "Are you sure you want to go here?"

Liberty nodded affirmatively.

An hour later, the airport shuttle stopped in front of the Seymour Villa gate.

Liberty jumped out of the back seat, waved to the driver, and turned to look at the tall, tightly locked iron gate and the luxury cars parked around.

She took out a small tablet from her suitcase. After some operations, the Seymour Villa's elite alarm system, at the pinnacle of global security technology, was deactivated, and the lock clicked open.

Liberty nodded in satisfaction and ran inside.

The Seymour Villa was hosting a banquet today, with people coming and going, no one noticed the little girl sneaking in.

Liberty looked around, spotting a serious-looking man in the crowd, and ran over quickly, shouting happily, "Daddy!"