Chapter 1: Get Fucked
"Oh, come on... fuck!"
Alana's body appeared to be on fire as she boldly kissed the man's lips, yanked his belt with her right hand, and rudely and disorderly demanded that he removes his pants!
The belt was ripped off with a "click," and the man was turned on. He then grabbed her slim waist with his large palms, kissed her collarbone, and violently overpowered and devoured her.
She screamed in agony, and her brow furrowed. Her legs were still clinging to the man's waist, and she had no intention of letting go.
Throughout the night, he seemed to kiss every part of Alana's body, and she eventually fainted from exhaustion.
The following morning.
Alana lay half-asleep on the bed, her body ached, especially somewhere down there, as if it was about to tear.
The light in the room was dim, and she vaguely saw the figure of a man next to her.
He is still tall and handsome, but ascetic and distant, as she recalls.
She has always dreamed of this man in recent years; after all, her heart has been thinking about it for so long. Last night, that person turned out to be him!
After a few seconds of being stunned, she rubbed her eyes and reconfirmed that it was indeed the familiar man lying next to her, and she realized what was going on.
In a panic, she covered her body with a quilt, jumped out of the man's arms, pretended to be calm, jumped out of bed, and put on her clothes one by one.
She had intended to flee, but the man in the bed awoke unexpectedly.
"I finally let you have your wish after climbing into my bed in every possible way."
The man's face was contemptuous, and his tone was mocking.
Alana was taken aback and then laughed. She gave an innocent look and asked, reluctantly, "This is my room, brother-in-law; who climbed into whose bed?"
The man leaned against the headboard of the bed, contempt in the corners of his eyes. "Did you forget how energetic you were last night? You haven't drilled into my bed in years, and now I've just fulfilled your dream," he joked.
Alana clenched her teeth, and her eyes darkened.
She sneered and inquired, "Do I still owe you gratitude for providing me with this opportunity?"
Theo pursed his lips and mockingly looked at her. "What happened last night was an accident, and it can only be a coincidence."
Alana laughed, and she asked articulately, "Brother-in-law, you haven't even put on your pants yet; are you really saying it was just a coincidence?"
"You mean you want me to be responsible?" Theo asked, looking at the woman in front of him with a smile on his face.
"Yes, and in what way?" Alana gave a nod.
The man's voice was as icy as the winter's ice. "Alana Ferrer, if you want me to be responsible, you must first be witty. This isn't the first time, and despite my warnings, you continue to flirt with me."
Alana closed her eyes and gripped the sheets beneath her. Her mind was filled with that nightmare night a few years ago, when she was desperate and lonely, and her life nearly ended on that day.
It's both her secret and her scar.
She took a deep breath and suppressed everything that had been fermenting in her mind, and then a sweet smile appeared on her face, "Why should I swallow this sense of injustice, brother-in-law?"
"Then whatever you want, I can give you anything," Theo sneered rhetorically.
"Anything?"
Alana went into a trance for a moment before hooking her lips and smiling.
“A beautiful and affectionate person like me is definitely much better than my sister Ysabel, how about you abandon her and marry me?”
