The Bride of the Heir

On a beautiful day, Oralie Mary's beloved father suddenly died in a plane crash.

The news plunged Oralie into a state of panic. The world seemed to collapse before her eyes. She had no mood to think or address any problems. At this moment, Oralie was immersed in the pain of loss and sorrow. Taking advantage of Oralie's vulnerable state, a woman named Daisy, Oralie's stepmother, carried out her sinister plot.

"Oralie, I need you to sign some documents related to your father." Daisy boldly approached Oralie, who was slumped on the floor. She looked frail and pitiful.

"You can do it yourself," Oralie said wearily.

"No, these documents require your signature." As she spoke, the woman handed the papers and a pen to Oralie.

"Where do I sign?" Oralie, without any suspicion, took the pen lazily. She was ready to sign. For Oralie, the person she could rely on and trust, now only her stepmother remained. Throughout the years, Daisy and Oralie have always had a good relationship. Daisy treated Oralie as her own flesh and blood. Everyone thought Daisy was gentle and kind, a misconception that many fell for, including Oralie. It turned out that all this time, Daisy had been pretending.

"Sign here, and here as well." Daisy gave detailed instructions with a joyful smile. It was fortunate that Oralie did not read the contents before signing. Oralie was unaware that the document she signed was, in fact, a property transfer document, transferring the inheritance rights from her name to Daisy's.

Oralie decisively signed, completely unaware of what was about to happen to her.

"That's it. You just rest. I'll take care of everything else."

"Yes, thank you, Mom."

…

"What's happening?" Oralie wondered to herself as the empty glass slipped from her hand and crashed onto the floor.

The shattering of glass echoed, and the shards scattered across the floor. Accidentally stepping on those sharp pieces could cause someone to bleed.

Upon hearing the noise, the person standing outside the door, who had been waiting for the right moment, abruptly swung the door open and entered Oralie's bedroom.

Observing the disoriented girl, her face pale, the newcomer revealed a sinister half-smile. It seemed that their plan had succeeded, and their malicious scheme was nearing completion. After a moment of watching Oralie, the figure changed its demeanor, adopting a seemingly kind and inquisitive tone.

"Oralie, what's wrong, dear?" The woman feigned concern with a deceptively sweet voice. She carefully observed every move Oralie made before slowly advancing towards the girl, who was standing unsteadily in the room.

"Mom." Oralie's eyes, unfocused, looked towards the person who had just appeared in front of her. Her voice trembled. "I feel really uncomfortable. I'm so tired."

Before Oralie could finish her sentence, her mind was in a daze, her vision blurred, and she slowly collapsed onto the cold floor. In a hazy state, Oralie faintly heard the despicable conversation of her wicked stepmother.

"Those outside, come in." The woman's voice quickly shifted to a cold, ruthless tone as she confirmed that Oralie had completely succumbed to the drugged state.

Immediately, a group of strangers entered Oralie's room. Subsequently, following Mrs. Daisy's orders, they escorted Oralie out of the mansion.

It turns out the stepmother's plan involves selling Oralie to traffickers and removing her from Mary's family's list of heirs. At the same time, the stepmother aims to eliminate Oralie's path to marriage with the Jackson family's son. Instead, her stepdaughter, Jade, will replace Oralie and marry into the prestigious Jackson family.

A sinister plan has been planned in advance and is now almost complete. To Oralie's knowledge, her father left no will, but in reality any will could have been stolen, burned, or destroyed. Oralie is now at risk of losing everything, not inheriting a penny from her father. Furthermore, her father's sudden and tragic death has left her alone, vulnerable, and vulnerable to danger.

In her unstable emotional state, Oralie becomes an easy target for her cruel stepmother to take advantage of. The heinous crime committed was the sale of Oralie across the border. Oralie will be forced to become a prostitute, serving the sexual needs of rich and depraved men. Worse yet, if she encounters adversity or feels trapped, resorting to suicide will not be a concern for the despicable woman.

At the same time, in another place.

"Nolan, where are you going?" James asked, his eyes probing, searching for answers in your gaze.

"I have some personal matters to attend to, James. So, I'll be away for a few days," Nolan replied. This time, he didn't want to disclose where he was going and what he would be doing to anyone, including James, his trusted assistant.

"Is it really necessary, or is there anything I can help with? We've overcome challenges together before," James emphasized, a hint of concern passing through his eyes.

He hesitated, a struggle flickering across his face. "No, James. This is a path I have to walk alone."

James furrowed his brow, shifting to genuine concern. "I understand. As for your date with your fiancée this Saturday, how do you plan to approach it?"

Prompted by James, Nolan remembered that matter. He had been informed by his parents, but unfortunately, he had a more pressing concern than that meeting. After a moment of contemplation, a mischievous smile appeared on Nolan's lips, and he uttered words that left James stunned: "You'll go in my place, James."

James protested. "I can't, Nolan. This is a role I can't take on for you. If your parents find out—"

"Do as I say. I'll bear the consequences," Nolan interrupted, determination in his eyes leaving no room for argument.

As he walked away, James watched his retreating figure, only able to sign helplessly. After all, it was Nolan's command, so James resolved to do his best to fulfill it.

…

Finally, the effects of the sedative wore off, and Oralie began to regain consciousness. Her eyes slowly opened, hazily surveying the unfamiliar surroundings. She found herself on a large bed, her limbs tightly bound. In the midst of confusion and an incomplete understanding of the situation, she was startled by the sudden appearance of a man.

"Where am I? Who are you? What do you want with me?" Oralie tried to stay calm to gather information.

"You don't need to know those trivial things," the cold man said as he untied her. "Just know that tonight, you'll serve the master very well."

The emphasis on the word serve' made Oralie comprehend its ominous meaning. It was undoubtedly something terrible, in her estimation. Without showing panic or fear, Oralie applied her intelligence, daring to negotiate.

"I am a married woman. Please spare me." She lied, quickly kneeling down and pleading.

"We don't care," the man said indifferently.

"Oh, impossible. How could you do such a thing to a married woman? Married women are not comparable to single girls." Oralie tried to persuade further: "Furthermore, I have money. I can pay you a large sum; just let me go."

"You should know that your fate depends on the master. If you serve well, perhaps the master will favor you and show you affection." Regardless of Oralie's sincere words, the man dismissed her.

Oralie gasped in surprise. How dare they decide her future like this? It was utterly reprehensible.

"No, I refuse. I don't want that. Please spare me," Oralie continued to plead.

"Tonight, you serve the master," the man repeated like a parrot.

"I beg you to spare me; I have money. I'll give you everything; just name the price." Oralie still wanted to negotiate.

Without a warning, the man held a leather whip in his hand and swung it horizontally, shattering a vase next to Oralie, leaving her pale and frightened.

"Tonight, you serve the master," he reiterated without missing a beat, maintaining the same rhythm.

The warning strike with the whip made Oralie understand her predicament, and she fell silent, bowing her head. In her heart, she harbored resentment toward the person who had pushed her into this dreadful situation.

"Do you understand your task?" The man lowered the whip, bringing his face close to Oralie's, asking with a threatening tone.

Not wanting to confront the man any further, Oralie obediently nodded in apparent understanding. She thought that was the end of it, but it wasn't. After being satisfied with Oralie's compliant attitude, the man pulled out a pre-filled syringe.

Oralie felt a sense of fear when contemplating the contents of the syringe. "What are you planning to do?" She asked, trying to keep calm.

"This isn't poison; it's just a drug to make you behave and act more appropriately," the man explained. Oralie implicitly understood that this man was referring to aphrodisiacs.

Having said that, he forcefully grabbed Oralie's hand and injected the suspicious substance into her body. Despite Oralie's attempts to resist, she completely failed against the man's strength. After administering the drug and feeling reassured, the man turned away and left the room.

Before completely disappearing, he spoke over his shoulder, informing Oralie,

"Get ready, master will be here soon."

Oralie sighed in relief as the man disappeared from the room. With what had just transpired, Oralie knew she was in grave danger. Therefore, without much thought, she quickly seized a piece of porcelain from under the bed, holding it tightly in her hand. Oralie had decided to take a daring step to save herself. With that determination, she sat on the bed, patiently waiting for the person presumed to be the master to arrive.