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He is a ruthless CEO, known for his cruelty and bloodlust. She is a lost heiress, a young lady from a prominent family. Seven years ago, she was trapped in a schemed one-night stand with him. Now, she emerges as a stunning figure with triplets, vowing to exact tenfold revenge upon those who framed her. Just when she decides to make a clean break, a mysterious man appears and cages her in his embrace. With a devilish grin, he whispers, "My dear, with my children, you cannot escape my grasp even if you run to the ends of the earth!" Ms. White sneers, "I don't want a man who throws himself at me." One of her children cunningly smirks, "Mommy, it's better not to challenge Daddy anymore, your skills are still too shallow."
At the Fiesta Hotel.
"Yes, it's Room 503. He's gonna meet you there."
"Got it." Hanging up the phone, Marilyn swept the room card and went in.
She was sent here by her sister Sandra to deliver some urgent papers to Mr. Hamilton, a critical partner of her family business.
Just as Marilyn was about to turn on the light, a sharp knock came from the corridor.
She opened the door without hesitation.
"Good after..." Marilyn barely finished her greetings when she got roughly pushed back abruptly.
"I need your help," the man said bluntly between ragged breathing.
"S-Sure... But are...y-you Mr. H-Ham...?" Marilyn asked in a shaking voice out of fear. She wasn't prepared for something like this.
"Just follow my instructions. I won't hurt you." Ignoring her question, the man approached closer until Marilyn's back was squashed up against the wall.
In the dark room, Marilyn couldn't see the face of the man. She could only hear her heart thumping.
Intimidated by the aggressive aura exuding from the man, she dared not to utter one more word.
With his body pressed closely against hers, Marilyn could feel the huff of his breath against her cheek.
As the man ran his hands up her sides and back at her hips, Marilyn found her legs so weak that she could hardly stand.
"Damn it! I shouldn't have drunk the stupid wine," Marilyn cursed.
She was at a banquet held in her villa before coming here. Now she felt both dizzy and sleepy, her mind in a complete mess.
She wanted to push the man off her, but her body wanted more of his touches.
Marilyn even felt a jolt when the man pinched her already-stiffening tits, which electrified her blood and skin. The tiny hair on her arms stood on end.
Just as she was immersed in a trance, a clear sound pierced through the quiet room.
"Ahhhh!!!!" Marilyn screamed in shock as the upper part of her body was exposed to the cold air.
The man had tore her dress apart rudely!
Before Marilyn figured out what was going on, she found herself clasped by the waist by the man, her feet in the air.
The next minute, she was thrown onto the bed and the man crawled above her, running his mouth from her juicy lips, to her delicate neck, to her lush breasts, and all the way down to her belly button.
Marilyn finally lost the last bit of strength to resist. Actually, she kind of enjoyed all these touches and intimacy from this masculinity.
After sucking, biting and licking her nipples for like a century, the man's mouth left suddenly, leaving Marilyn feeling empty inside.
Just as she was about to ask for more, the man filled her emptiness with his hardness.
"Ahhhh!!! It hurts! It hurts so much!" Marilyn cired in discomfort.
"It'll be fine in a while. Hang in there." A man's voice came near her ear. It was low and with somewhat suppressed pain.
He thrust in and out slowly at first and then stepped up the pace gradually. After a long while, the man finally stopped and let out a deep breath, and Marilyn had fainted under him.
The room was so dark that the man couldn't see Marilyn's face clearly either, but he could smell her sweetness.
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Early next morning.
When Marilyn opened her eyes again, it was as if her entire body had been crushed. She felt pain all over.
After a long time, Marilyn gathered herself and felt someone beside her!
Eyes widening in shock, Marilyn checked herself and realized what had happened.
She was so scared that she felt at a loss. Her whole body was like on fire!
Marilyn was trembling uncontrollably. She bit her lips tightly, and the intense pain calmed her down.
She got off bed immediately and groped for her bag and her phone in the dark.
There were two things next to her phone. She didn't think too much and put them all in her bag.
Then, she put on her coat over the torn dress, stumbling out of the room in pain.
An hour later, Marilyn finally returned to her villa in Fielddell.
Just as she was about to open the door, she heard someone talking inside.
"Why did mom and Sandra wake up so early?" Marilyn thought to herself when her hand stopped on the door handle.
"Mom, you've spent a lot on Marilyn over these past few years. Now she finally became useful. Mr. Hamilton is a lustful man. He only wants virgins. Marilyn happens to suit his taste. I didn't expect that she could earn 2 million dollars for us."
"Indeed. All my efforts have paid off today."
Hearing the conversation, Marilyn was deeply shocked and felt her heart aching badly.
"If other clients make the same request as Mr. Hamilton, we can send Marilyn over again. She's definitely a great help to our family business. I put a pill in her wine last night and it really worked!"
Sandra was very proud of what she had done, and her voice couldn't sound more vicious.
"Remeber to say something nice to calm her down when she comes back home. That idiot will buy whatever we say. She has always been obedient since she was a child. I've invested in her for twelve years in vain. We gotta get something back from her step by step."
Marilyn would never expect that her beautiful foster mother, whom she had always admired, would become so ugly at this moment.
"Mom, it's really a wise decision that you took her home after hitting her while driving. She not only lost her memory, but gotta make money for us." Sandra smiled evilly, narrowing her eyes disgustingly.
Marilyn couldn't believe her ears! She breathed vehemently with anger. Her hand holding the door handle shook.
She thought that she was an orphan brought back home by the Chambers family. Now she knew that it wasn't true.
"She fainted after getting hit by my car. I thought she was dead, so I threw her into the trunk. I had planned to take her out of the city and bury her secretly, but she turned out to survive.
"I then realized that that she had lost her memory. I don't want to be charged with murder, so your father and I lied and told her that she was adopted from the orphanage. She was well-dressed back then and seemed to come from a rich family."
Mrs. Chambers raised her head proudly. Her vicious voice echoed in Marilyn's ears, causing her head to ache badly.
Marilyn instinctively clenched her fist, but accidentally made a noise.
"Who's there?" Sandra's harsh voice sounded from inside.
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