When Fate Brings Us Together

"I'm getting married soon."

Winnie Newell complacently looked at the woman at her feet and lifted her chin with the tip of her shoe. "That's thanks to your virginity."

This statement took Sheila Newell aback. She stopped wiping the shoes she was ordered to clean and looked up.

"Thanks to you, I'll marry Gerald Lamont, the richest man in Soulas. The most eligible bachelor whom many women seek after is going to be my husband. Oh, I can't wait!" Winnie added, her eyes all dreamy.

Gerald was a wealthy young man who had assets worth over a hundred million dollars under his name. He was indeed a big catch!

Not only did Sheila have no idea that Winnie was linked to such a wealthy man, but she also didn't know how she had been instrumental in this so-called engagement.

Confusion was written all over Sheila's face at this moment. When Winnie saw this, she reminded her. "Have you forgotten? That night at the hotel!"

All color instantly drained from Sheila's face. Her eyes bulged out of the sockets as the realization struck her. She remembered the night Winnie was talking about. It was only two nights ago.

To save Ivan York, who was recently diagnosed with leukemia, Sheila had to strike a deal with Winnie. Although Ivan was not Sheila's biological younger brother, Sheila had been treating him like one. She was made to sleep with a strange drunk man so Ivan's medical expenses would be sorted out.

What happened that night was ingrained in Sheila's memory. The man had been all over her. His lips were as hot as a flickering flame.

His body was so strong that her body sank into the soft bed. He devoured her like a hungry lion.

The experience was so painful that Sheila shed tears and whimpered. Much to her surprise, the man wiped away her tears with his warm fingers.

It turned out that he wasn't just any man. But Gerald of the Lamont family!

Winnie flipped her hair back and continued, "As I said, this is all thanks to you. Gerald had no doubt that I was a virgin before that night. Now that he deflowered you thinking it was me, he's more than willing to make me his wife.

Isn't that great? Besides, it's a win-win situation for you. Your brother's medical bills will be covered, and you had a good time with such a successful man. You enjoyed it, didn't you? When I went into the room to replace you, I perceived the smell of his semen all over you. He must have fucked you so well, right? You should be thanking me. Such a man wouldn't look at you twice, but he fucked you. Thanks to me."

A strong sense of humiliation surged in Sheila's heart. She couldn't fathom why Winnie hated her so much. Right from the first day she stepped her foot into the Newell family's household, Winnie was mean to her. No day passed by that she didn't cry because of her maltreatment.

Winnie made it a point of duty to make her life a living hell. She derived pleasure in seeing Sheila unhappy, so she never stopped insulting and bullying her. She had all the most humiliating words in her dictionary.

It was Sheila's greatest wish to stop being oppressed daily. But there was nothing she could do. She was stuck in this household.

A frown suddenly appeared on Winnie's face as she stared into Sheila's eyes which were as sparkling bright as sapphire. Jealousy surged in her heart immediately. Sheila was just the adopted daughter of the Newell family.

However, she shared a striking resemblance to Winnie, the biological daughter. The only noticeable difference in their faces was their eyes. While Winnie's eyes were ordinary, Sheila's were so beautiful that they made her adoptive sister feel inferior right from childhood.

Out of sheer jealousy, Winnie took out a big black-framed glass from her bag and wore it for Sheila rudely. She then warned, "Don't let me see those seductive eyes of yours again. If I do, I'll make you regret it!"

A satisfied smile appeared on Winnie's face now that Sheila looked so ordinary. "Remember one thing. On no account should you take this off in Gerald's presence. If you dare seduce my man, your beloved brother will be the one to suffer the consequences! Have I made myself clear?"

Winnie's tone was so fierce and her eyes blazed with wickedness.

"Yes!" Sheila nodded obediently and stood aside. Although she wasn't afraid of Winnie, she was forced to be obedient because she didn't want any harm to come to Ivan.

Her obedience and docile behavior pleased Winnie.

"Get out of my sight. Take those plates to the kitchen and wash them!" Winnie shooed her away with disdain.

Sheila nodded obediently and walked to the basin which was filled with plates. She preferred to do house chores instead of getting beaten or insulted by her wicked adoptive sister.

Winnie made sure that Sheila swung into action before she ascended the stairs in her high heels.

Sheila had just picked up the basin and was about to go into the kitchen when the front door of the villa swung open.

Two rows of well-trained bodyguards marched into the living room. They bowed their heads as if they were waiting for a very important person to come in.

A deafening silence fell, but it was soon broken by the sound of steady footsteps.

A pair of exquisite and expensive leather shoes appeared at the door and strode on the marble floor of the living room slowly.

Sheila's eyes traveled from that feet upwards. Her eyes soon met with a pair of deep-set ones. A cold shiver ran down her spine the next second.

It was him!