"Ouch!"
"It hurts!"
She was like a single sail in the sea that was about to fall apart, but her fiery body was totally relaxed. Gradually, the pain disappeared, and an indescribable feeling surged from her body.
All the cells in her body were shouting...
Unconsciously, she stretched out her hand and hugged the cold and strong body lying on her.
...
Aubree Moore thought she had a dream, but her body hurt so much that she couldn't get up.
After a good while, she opened her eyes and slowly sat up in fatigue. In the luxurious VIP lounge of the skin-care center, the warm yellow light gave out the high-level sense that only rich ladies could afford.
An ambiguous aura after the intercourse between a man and a woman faintly floated in the air.
What a passionate sex had happened in the room just now.
"What's going on?" Aubree held her dizzy head and looked at everything in front of her.
"It's not a dream? Could it be that I really slept with a man..." Aubree thought.
She was searching for memories in her chaotic brain when the door of the lounge suddenly opened. Her stepmother, Maren Moore, and her step-sister, Brianna Moore, rushed in with a group of reporters.
"Oh my god! Aubree, what did you do?" Maren covered her mouth and screamed when she saw the messy clothes on the ground. "It's your wedding day! Did you really hook up with a man outside?"
"Aubree, as the eldest daughter of the Moore family, how can you do such a nasty thing? You humiliate our family! How can you face Damon?" Brianna also pretended to be shocked and shouted.
A reporter rushed out from behind, holding a camera and taking pictures of Aubree on the bed.
Aubree was in a mess. She quickly covered her face and body with the quilt. "Get out. Stop taking photos of me!"
It was the wedding day of her and Damon Harris. The wedding would be held at 3 p.m. In the morning, her stepmother, Maren, said that she would take Aubree to the skin-care center to do some stuff on her back, so that she would look prettier wearing the wedding dress.
After everything was done, Aubree drank a glass of water and fell asleep. Then, she had that weird dream.
It was not a dream. Her reputation was stained...
Looking at the traces all over her body, Aubree knew that she was set up. All Maren's kindness was fake. After Maren married into the Moore family with her two daughters, she had always wanted to drive Aubree out!
Aubree tried her best to cover her face and body with the quilt. She was so anxious that tears welled up in her eyes. "I'll call the police if you keep taking photos!"
Seeing that the reporters had taken some photos, Maren said to them in satisfaction, "Guys, please stop it. This is the business of the Moore family. We will deal with it ourselves!"
"Mrs. Moore, will Aubree and Damon's wedding still be held?" one of the reporters asked.
"Damon will never marry such a wanton woman!" Brianna snorted.
"Go out, please. The Moore family will give you an explanation for the affair of Aubree having an affair before marriage. Now we have to get to the bottom of the thing!" Maren said in a tone of the hostess and asked the reporters out.
Thinking of the glass of water she drank before she fell asleep, Aubree stared at Maren with tears in her eyes. "It's you... You drugged me in the water I drank, didn't you? You took me here in the morning!"
As soon as those reporters went out, Maren immediately restored her true colors.
She sat cross-legged on the opposite side of the bed and said with a sneer, "Of course it's me. Do you really think that I will treat you as my own daughter? I said those words to please your father!"
"You b*tch! My father trusts you and your daughters so much. How dare you hurt me!"
Tears welled up in Aubree's eyes. She didn't expect her stepmother to harm her on her wedding day.
"Humph, I met your father first. Your father married your mother because of her talent." Maren gritted her teeth and stared at Aubree, as if she were staring at Aubree's deceased mother.
"I finally got the opportunity to resume with your father after your mother died. But you, the eldest daughter of the Moore family, rank in front of us. How can I tolerate you? I'll get rid of you! Only then can my daughter become the heiress of the Moore family!"
