Chapter 1 She Met a Bastard

In a luxurious villa.

A young and handsome man had just come out of the bathroom. With a towel wrapped around his sturdy waist, he oozed masculine strength and sex appeal from every pore, as if he were Adonis from the tales.

"Damn it." After a low curse, the man lowered his head with annoyance, vexation appearing on his face.

He then picked up his phone and called his assistant. "Get a woman for me. A clean one."

"Sir, why all the sudden?"

"I had a spiked drink at the party. Hurry up," he hissed, his voice laced with impatience.

"Roger that."

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Beneath the glow of a landscape light stood a young lady dressed in a T-shirt and skirt. She was looking up at the zigzag route on the map, having no idea how to read it.

She came here just for a simple trip, but now she was lost.

What was worse, her phone was dead. And she hadn't even seen a single person along the way.

Unbeknownst to her, she had entered a luxurious private villa complex.

She had no choice but to keep walking forward. Finally, a magnificent villa in front.

Her eyes lit up, and her heart was filled with joy.

Although the villa seemed unapproachable, she had to enter it in order to ask the way back to her hotel.

Mustering up her courage, she rang the bell.

The next second, the door creaked open, which surprised her.

Stepping into the luxurious hall that was like a palace, Victoria Marquez asked with hesitation, "Is there anyone here?"

Her voice echoed in the empty hall, but no one answered her.

She thought, 'The lights are on, and the door opened.

'There must be someone in here. Maybe upstairs?'

Victoria walked up the stairs and saw the main bedroom with the lights on.

She swallowed hard, feeling nervous.

She had been lost for half an hour, and if she couldn't find someone to ask the way, she would have to spend this night outdoors.

"Hello? Anyone there?" she asked as she stepped toward the half-open bedroom door.

Just then, someone forcefully jerked her wrist and dragged her into the room.

The next second, the lights in the room went out.

"Ah... Who are you? What do you want?" Victoria screamed in panic.

"Shut up," the man spat, his voice cold and hoarse.

"Why did you turn off the lights?" Victoria whispered. She wondered if she had bumped into a perv who tried to murder her.

"Because I don't want to see your face," the man replied, his tone disdainful.

The man obviously took her as the woman who was arranged by his assistant to cope with his sexual desire.

Before Victoria could speak again, she was lifted up and violently tossed onto the bed.

Once again, she shrieked. While she was feeling dizzy, the man pressed his muscular body against hers.

Victoria desperately pushed him away. "Bastard, let me go!"

The next second, her scream and yell were stopped by his domineering kiss, for he hated noisy and disobedient women.

'What is she doing? Since she has agreed to come here, why is she resisting? It's not like that I won't pay her. And I bet I'm more generous than most of her clients.'

But he had to admit that she was extremely attractive, turning him on even more.

Victoria's eyes widened as she made an effort to push away the man on the top of her body, but her struggle was in vain.

Tears rolled down her face as she sobbed in the man's deep kiss.

A deep sense of helplessness and despair washed over her like a tidal wave. She didn't know who the man was, but she could feel he was dangerous.