CHAPTER ONE - IT’S MY FIANCÉ

Priscilla Waals was busy checking the inventory report when the phone rang. She didn’t want to answer at first but later decided to take the call as it might be a big customer at that.

Hello, it’s passion on the line. How may I help you?

Yea hello, can I order a box of condoms, Durex brand, please.

Yes sir, anything else?

Yes, the adult toy combo can you deliver it now?

Now, Priscilla patted her head.

S-sure no problem may I know your address?

The 19^th floor, in room 2005 at a five-star hotel. Hurry down.

Okay, please wait for me to be there.

Priscilla sighed though the hotel is not far from where she lives.

But it was late at night, and traveling at that time is not safe for a pretty young lady like her.

On getting to the hotel, she suddenly remembered her fiance, Ryan Smith.

He would have accompanied her to the hotel for her safety.

Life has not really been easy for Priscilla. She needed more to buy food, clothing, shelter, and transportation.

Whereas Ryan would soon be back.

Coming back to her senses she realized she had already reached the 19^th floor. She located the room and then knew she had forgotten to ask the customer for his name.

Oh no!! What was I thinking?

Before she rang the doorbell. There was a malicious moan of a man and woman inside.

She then rang the doorbell.

Naughty boy stop for a while I think someone is knocking at the door. Did you order any room service?

Yes, `a toy`.

What toy?

Adult toy, the man replied with a smile on his face.

You are so naughty, replied the lady.

I will go and check it, he said.

Priscilla quickly puts on her black hat and black face mask, she does this every time she delivers a product so as not to be known by people.

Priscilla stood by the doorway and couldn’t help but bite her lower lip. She just held the box tightly and did not look away.

The door quickly opened and a man in the bathrobe appeared in the doorway.

Priscilla didn’t look at him and handed the box over, $950 (950 dollars), are you paying in cash, card, or check?

 The person on the other side did not move.

P - Priscilla?

 Priscilla was shocked and raised her head instantly.

The man in the doorway was tall, with short, curly wet hair, wearing only a hotel white bathrobe, and under the warm light, his handsome face was filled with surprise, dismay, and a hint of panic.

Priscilla's face instantly froze.

Ryan, who is it?

N-no one it’s just the delivery.

Ryan snatched the box quickly from Priscilla before she could speak in a hurry, he brought out a pile of cash and shoved it in her hands.

He turned his back and slammed the door.

Priscilla stood there blankly, her body trembling and her face pale.

After a while, she suddenly sneered.

She looked at the stack of money in her hands and it was as if she had seen a big joke that mocked her ignorance and stupidity.

The sound of male and female lovemaking from inside continued. She took a deep breath trying to push back the tears about to roll out from her eyes.

She turned around and pulled out her phone as she walked to the elevator.

Hello, is this the city police department?

Yes, how may I help you?

I would like to report that I saw Ryan Smith using drugs to harass a lady at the five-star hotel and the room number is ….

Twenty-five minutes later, the police arrived and their mobile car was parked. They came with long guns and media reporters.

The people in the hotel were escorted out and the reporters rushed forward.

Mr.  Smith as the head of the Smith group, do you think this is the right thing to do?

Mr. Smith, may I ask who the woman with you is?

Rumor has it that she is an actress, some say she is a student, and some say she is just a prostitute.

Mr. Smith, please answer us, Are the accusations true or not?

Ryan was surrounded by so many reporters that not even the police can stop them.

Stop that nonsense, Ryan yelled.

The reporters were shocked and really backed off a bit.

Ryan stared through the crowd and saw Priscilla. Looking at her with his eyes filled with madness and ruthlessness is this what you want?

Priscilla coldly hooked her lips a touch of mockery flashing through her eyes.

You will never get me again if you do this!

 Priscilla suddenly stepped forward and raised her hand in front of all the media and police.

Pak!!!

A heavy slap was thrown down at Ryan’s face.

There was a sudden silence.

The cops were shocked, Miss…

She laughed lightly, rubbing her wrist and looking at the resentful-looking Ryan, her voice clear and loud. I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist. This slap now is considered the interest, and for the rest of the principal I want you to return full within three days.

Ryan’s eyes flashed with panic, what principle?

 Priscilla raised an eyebrow, do you want me to remind you?

Ryan’s face turned pale.

She smiled calmly a smile full of sarcasm and contempt.

The police saw that they had nothing to say anymore and with a wave of his hand carried Ryan to the car.

The people had been taken away and the reporters naturally left.

The entrance that was blocked before became empty.

Priscilla stood there for some minutes until she felt her chest breathing easier and was ready to leave.

But unexpectedly as she turned her back, she met deep eyes the color she couldn’t ascertain, staring at her.

It was a man in a dark suit, long and upright, with eyes as deep as a sea of stars beneath his short, sharp hair making him invisible.

The handsome features of the handsome man under the cover of the night is clear and refined nobility and do not blend in with the surrounding lights and greenery.

Priscilla's mind was in a whirl.

Her subconscious felt the man was familiar.

But then his eyes turned to his secretary who followed him closely with a silver Porsche beside them.

Priscilla felt that she should not know such an eye-catching person.

She then turned to leave and immediately forgot about him.

Until the petite figure blended into the traffic, Fredrick Lincoln withdrew his gaze and asked in a weak voice, who was that person just now?

David Gold, the man behind him replied, are you asking about the guy that was taken by the police? It seems to be the son of Smith Group Inc., who just returned from overseas a few days ago.

Fredrick frowned slightly, am talking about the woman.

Sir, David was confused, which woman?

Noticing that Mr. Fredrick's facial reaction already turned unpleasant, he quickly reacted.

Sir, I’m sorry. I will go check it out immediately.

No need.

Fredrick immediately interrupted him and thought about it for a few seconds, he suddenly remembered something.

With a flash of surprise under his eyes he looked towards the direction the girl had left and flashed a smile.

 As the one who reported, Priscilla followed along to the police station.

As soon as the statement was taken a group of people stormed outside.

The head of the people was Rose, the head madam of the Waals family, who rushed in and slapped Priscilla on the face.

Priscilla frowned, the taste of blood spreading from the corner of her mouth, and she looked up coldly at the group of people standing across from her.

“You evil bitch”. Rose thundered.

With the anger in her, she said, you knew it was your sister, how could you still call the police?

Are you trying to piss me off?

Priscilla cleaned the blood at the corner of her mouth and looked up at the old woman with mockery in her eyes.

Sister, you mean Regina?

“What’s the point of acting stupid?”

The news is flying outside saying the second daughter of the Waals family seduced someone else fiancé.

Priscilla lowered her eyes and laughed lightly.

“So that woman is her”!! I thought it was a prostitute running away from someone, so it turned out to be my own sister.