Chapter 1 Her Boyfriend Was Engaged With Someone Else

Sheila Jones' boyfriend was engaged, yet she was not the woman he was set to marry.

Six months ago, Niko Evans, Sheila's boyfriend, experienced a car accident, resulting in amnesia.

Even though he remembered everything else, his girlfriend was like a blank page in his mind.

Seeing their chance, Sheila's half-sister, Rita Jones, and her stepmother, Paula Jones, tricked Niko into thinking Rita was his girlfriend.

Today was the day Rita and Niko were to celebrate their engagement.

Worried that Sheila might cause trouble, Rita arranged for someone to stop her from showing up.

When Sheila unexpectedly showed up at the engagement party, Rita and Niko exchanged rings with the emcee's help.

As the emcee talked about everlasting love, Sheila, seeing the pair, felt a stab of sadness. With teary eyes, she wanted to step in but was quickly held back by her stepmother.

"Sheila?" Paula approached, flanked by security guards. "Why are you here? Niko doesn't remember you. You can't ruin my daughter's engagement party."

Sheila, however, was determined to stop the ceremony. "This engagement is based on lies. I am the one Niko loves. Please, let me in!"

Paula, worried that Sheila might spoil the event, scolded the guards, "What are you doing? Can't you see this woman making a scene? Take her away now!"

The guards, not wanting to lose their positions, grabbed Sheila and began to drag her away.

"Niko! You shouldn't be marrying Rita! Let me in..." Sheila's cries were desperate, but Paula quickly stifled her voice with a handkerchief.

Meanwhile, on stage, Niko appeared to have a telepathic connection with Sheila as he cast a glance towards the audience. Before he could fully grasp the disturbance at the entrance, Rita smiled and looped her arm through his, whispering, "Niko, I look forward to spending the rest of my days with you."

Niko, caught in the moment, looked at Rita with affection.

Feeling powerless, Sheila could only watch as the sweetness unfolded between the two on stage.

"Sheila, look how well Niko and my daughter complement each other. But don't worry, I've found someone suitable for you," Paula said coldly, her tone sharp as she leaned in to whisper in Sheila's ear, her gaze as piercing as a serpent's.

Sheila felt a wave of dread.

Paula, who had destroyed her mother's marriage and claimed her father, likely harbored sinister motives under the guise of seeking a suitable partner for her.

Sheila didn't want to play along with Paula's plans. So, she discreetly stepped on the bodyguard's foot, giving her the chance to escape and quickly dart away.

"Get her! Don't let her get away..." Surprised by Sheila's sudden escape, Paula ordered the guards to chase her.

Sheila was dead set on foiling Paula's plan, with the same thought racing through her mind. She couldn't let Paula get away with her schemes.

Sheila dashed to the elevator, urgently pressing the open button.

Frustratingly, the elevator was too slow, so she headed for the stairs instead.

"Halt! Stop right there!" Sheila was chased by bodyguards as she went down the stairs, forcing her to switch directions and run upstairs.

But as she hurried, an unexpected wave of heat washed over her, sapping her strength and leaving her unable to keep going.

Sheila realized with horror. Was Paula's handkerchief laced with an aphrodisiac?

Panic set in as Sheila felt her chasers nearing.

The possibility of escape dwindled by the second.

Seeing a door slightly open at the end of the corridor, Sheila raced toward it with determination.

With the heat building inside her, Sheila's vision blurred, making her lose her balance.

When she was nearly about to fall into the room, she bumped into a firm and sturdy chest.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't..." Sheila managed to utter before, overwhelmed by the heat, she involuntarily leaned into the man's embrace, unable to complete her apology.

The man wrapped his arms around her waist and pushed her against the wall, his deep red eyes showing a hint of intensity. "Are you connected to that woman?"

Sheila, still dazed, found it hard to make sense of his question.

Through her haze, she saw a well-dressed fat lady adorned in gold jewelry, approaching, calling out soothingly, "Darling, don't be scared. I mean no harm."

Observing the woman draw near, the man internally swore, pulling Sheila closer and quickly securing the door.

They both stood there, catching their breath against the door.

With her balance off, Sheila grabbed onto the man's collar, her eyes drawn to his attractive Adam's apple, a detail that always intrigued her. Then, she lifted her head, went up on tiptoe, and tried to kiss him forcefully. "I'm feeling so uncomfortable. Please, help me..."

Feeling the softness on his lips, the man momentarily froze, his rationality slipping away instantly.

"You brought this on yourself," he murmured, lifting her and laying her on the bed. He pressed his sturdy chest against hers and indulged in a passionate kiss.

Sheila responded instinctively, her body arching towards him as she murmured for assistance, "Help me... Niko..."

At the mention of "Niko", a flicker of something crossed the man's face, and his intense embrace deepened.

Their mutual desire filled the room, their sounds mingling in a symphony of passion.