Chapter 0001

Heliafield’s most eye-catching building belonged to a hotel that had a height of 556m. In one of its rooms, two figures were tightly entwined.

Fiona was pressed against the massive French window. Behind her were thousands of twinkling lights and bottomless darkness.

The straps of her dress slipped down, revealing the elegant curve of her collarbone. The man’s lips sucked gently on her neck, while his strong hands gripped her thighs and pulled them around his waist, pushing harder with each movement.

In the spacious room, only the man’s muffled groans and the woman’s soft breaths filled the air.

Fiona’s virginity had been given to this stranger.

The man wasn’t exactly a stranger.

Before that, Fiona had seen him once.

It had been at a social event. Calum Jones had drunk too much, so Fiona went to pick him up. Among the men in suits, there had been Lee Blaze.

Lee Blaze—someone even Calum had to show respect to.

An hour later, Lee came out of the bathroom wrapped in a white towel, and Fiona had already gotten dressed.

After a passionate encounter, only clarity remained.

Fiona picked up her things, still flushed from what had just happened.

Lee sized her from head to toe. “Had I known Mrs. Jones was a virgin, I would’ve been gentler.”

His teasing tone made Fiona feel slightly uncomfortable.

“Mr. Blaze, once we leave this room, let’s pretend we don’t know each other. Is that alright?”

Lee’s gaze was sharp, like that of a hawk. Even in the midst of their passionate encounter, Fiona could still sense a hint of self-control and calmness in his eyes.

After a long pause, he didn’t reply.

Fiona became anxious, her brows furrowing. “Mr. Blaze…”

“Alright.”

Fiona finally felt relieved.

Her beautiful face softened, and before leaving, she said politely, “Thank you.”

The early summer breeze felt cool against her skin as she made her way home, still a little weak in the legs.

The man’s stamina had been impressive—so wild, so intense. During that hour-long encounter, it felt like her very soul had been knocked out of her.

Giving her virginity to someone like him didn’t feel like a loss.

When Fiona arrived home, Calum still hadn’t returned. She glanced at the clock on the wall—it was already past 10 o’clock in the evening, so he probably wouldn’t be home tonight.

Fiona smiled bitterly. After looking around, she picked up the fresh flowers she had bought that morning and began trimming the stems, carefully placing them into a vase.

She then changed the water in the fish tank, fed the fish, wiped the floor, and cleaned every corner of the house until it was spotless.

After finishing everything, she quietly sat on the sofa, staring blankly out the window at the moonlight.

Her secret crush on Calum was an open secret—everyone knew, except for Calum himself.

Three years ago, Calum had approached Fiona.

“Fiona, will you marry me?”

Even without a mirror, Fiona knew that her eyes had widened, her face flushed with surprise and joy.

But as much as she had been elated in that moment, the next moment had been cold, like a sharp blade.

Calum explained that recently, his grandfather had been pushing for a match between him and a young lady from an affluent family. He needed to pick a suitable wife.

But Fiona knew that Calum’s feelings had always belonged to Megan Jameson. So, during the three years that Megan had been studying abroad, Calum needed someone to hold the position of Mrs. Jones who wouldn’t cause any trouble when they parted ways.

Fiona had been the perfect candidate.

Too much time had passed, and Fiona couldn’t recall her exact expression back then—likely not a good one.

But she had still agreed.

And now, three years later, Fiona received a call from abroad.

“Fiona, I’m back. It’s time for you to return the position of Mrs. Jones to me.”

Time had passed so quickly—like a blink of the eye, the years had slipped away without Fiona noticing.

That evening, Calum was hosting a welcome party for Megan, informing all their friends, but leaving her out.

Fiona had only found out by seeing Megan’s post on Twitter.

For some unknown reason, Fiona went to the address that was shown, and when she saw Calum, surrounded by people, lifting Megan into his arms with a joyful and tender expression, she suddenly felt relieved.

She had tried for three years but could never make Calum develop feelings for her. It was probably impossible in this lifetime.

She had learned to let go. Her ten years of unrequited love should come to an end.

Fiona turned and left. She drove to the most stylish bar in Heliafield, the Secret.

The Secret had an elegant atmosphere, and its name signaled that one could enjoy oneself there in secret.

It was said that the owner of the Secret was a beautiful young lady. Fiona thought to herself that she must be an intelligent and beautiful woman.

That was the place where Fiona met Lee. Under the influence of alcohol, their gazes locked, and they silently reached some kind of mutual understanding.

That was how their one-night stand came to be.

Before she knew it, Fiona had fallen asleep on the sofa.

She was awakened by Calum's deep voice. "Fiona, who were you with tonight?"

In a daze, Fiona opened her sleepy eyes.

"How come you’re back?" she asked.

She was beautiful, the kind of girl who immediately gave off a well-behaved impression. When she smiled, two shallow dimples appeared, and her eyes were always bright and gentle.

Calum had thought more than once that if it weren't for Megan, he would have definitely fallen in love with Fiona.

Calum sat down beside her, his gaze falling on her neck.

Fiona instinctively thought of something. She felt guilty and hurriedly covered her neck with her hand.

The seemingly reserved and noble Lee had turned out to be so passionate in this regard. Every inch of her skin had been branded with deep, affectionate kisses, especially her neck, where there were definitely marks left.

Fiona didn't answer his question. Instead, she awkwardly distanced herself from Calum.

Her eyes were dark as she said, "Calum, I've already signed the divorce agreement. It's in your study. It's late, but I'll move out tomorrow."

The divorce agreement had been prepared by Calum the day they registered their marriage. It clearly stated the compensation Fiona would receive after the divorce, as well as the details of their fake marriage.

When the divorce day arrived, all they had to do was sign their names, which would save them a lot of trouble.

Come to think of it, they were probably the only couple in the world who had prepared the divorce agreement on the very day they registered their marriage.

Calum was dressed in a light gray business suit, his short hair neatly combed, and he had a very good physique—tall and straight, standing at 1.85 meters. He was a natural-born son of fortune.

However, Calum's expression seemed less than happy.

Fiona asked, "You don't look very happy. What's wrong?"

"Fiona, you still haven't answered my question."

Calum was acting strange that night. Normally, he wasn't the type to pry into things or interfere in her matters.

Was it because of the love bite on her neck?

Suddenly, Calum's long hand, without warning, touched the red mark on her neck where she had been kissed.

At that moment, his gaze seemed to have turned cold. Calum leaned in and whispered, "Do you have feelings for someone, Fiona?"