3 Marriages to the Same Man

Yanyue thought about all the things she could be doing now. Most of the time, she would rather be at home immersing herself in her designs or take Sebastian, her horse, on a ride. Or chat with Lily under the cherry blossom trees as they discuss their dreams. However, having a General as a father made it hard for her to resist attending such niceties, which she was currently at.

When her father was stuck in conversations with other military officials, she snuck out of the spindly golden ballroom.

After leaving the party, she felt tremendously better. Being outside the ball allowed the heavy lump in her chest to deflate, and she could finally breathe. Her pores cleared, and her face became brighter.

She wandered around the hotel, riding the elevators wherever it took her. After a while, it landed on the highest floor.

Her family had enough to survive in this lifetime, but she did not like to indulge in the rich second-generation lifestyle, so this was the first time she had stepped onto the Presidential suite floor.

She wondered why rich people liked to stay in extravagant places. She felt that everything was unnecessary and a waste of space.

Two men in black suits emerged from one of the only two suites. They didn't look happy, and the creases on their brows indicated stress.

She tried to avoid their business, but they came straight for her.

"Are you the girl?"

She raised her eyebrows, unsure why they asked that.

The men looked at each other and nodded their heads in agreement.

Before she could panic, they had already grabbed her.

She had no idea who these men were or where they came from. Her mind did a backflip, and she thought about all the possibilities, even thoughts of her dismembered body parts being spread around the cities, eventually becoming animal food.

They shoved her into the presidential suite that they had come out of. She heard one of them telling her to do a good job if she wanted the full compensation.

The room was dark. The only light was the moonlight through the curtain crack and the dim lamp beside the bed.

She looked around the room and was sure someone was lying on the bed. This person could be in cahoots with those two hooligans.

As she got closer to the bed, she was taken aback.

The person on the bed was Lu Beichen, her longtime crush. But what was he doing in this room, and why did he look so uncomfortable? His face was glowing red!

"Beichen?" she said as she lightly tapped on his shoulder.

She was about to touch his forehead to check for a fever, but her hand was suddenly pulled, forcing her body to fall towards his. The surprise made Yanyue scream out loud for a second.

"Beichen, are you okay?"

He didn't answer her. Instead, his face got closer to hers.

She was so flustered that she didn't know what to do. She had so many questions, but they all disappeared the moment the man on the bed kissed her lips.

She was stunned for a second but returned to reality and pushed him away with all her strength. She caught her breath and looked confused at the wary face below her.

"Help me."

She heard him. His voice was raspy and deep. His breathing was unsteady.

"I'm drugged."

Yanyue was shocked and understood why he was so out of it. He kissed her without realizing who she was.

She wanted to escape, but his face was pale, and he looked like he would pass out if she didn't do anything. She was worried about the consequences. She heard that once a person was drugged, they needed to release it by having sexual intercourse with another person.

She was not a saint, so she would have been happy if the man she loved for so many years suddenly came on to her. But right now, she was conscious, and he was not, so in the end, she decided that she could not commit an act of sin and wanted to get up.

However, he would not let her go. He grasped onto her as his life depended on her one decision.

His face was so close to her that she could feel his wine-latent breath. It was a subtle, sweet grape fragrance, different from his usual spicy vanilla scent.

She could also see the faint scar on his forehead. Unconsciously, she reached out her finger and touched the scar nostalgically. For some reason, she felt like she had caused him to get this scar, but she had few memories of when she was younger.

"...Please..."

Hearing his soft calls, she stopped struggling and looked into his deep eyes. Those orbs contained a trace of lust but also a longing. For a moment, his intense stare entrenched her.

He covered her lips again, but she didn't flinch this time. Instead, she closed her eyes as if something inside of her had been resolved.

She had loved him for years, even though he was someone else's and not in his right mind. She wasn't going to stop. If this would save him, she was happy to sacrifice herself. She knew he might forget what happened in the morning, so she had a selfish reason to let this sinful action continue.

A tear dropped down the corner of her eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

This moment belonged to her and her alone.

He ripped her clothes into shreds and penetrated her without remorse. Soon, indescribable gasps and moans escaped their lips. They immersed themselves in their sweet world throughout the whole night.