A Mystery: My Omnipotent Poor Husband

Celia Kane woke up to find herself lying in the back of a car, dressed in a wedding gown.

Despite her splitting headache, she vaguely recalled what had happened before she passed out.

Her father, Adrien Kane, had suddenly called her out of the blue. He said that he stumbled upon some belongings of her mother, Jenifer Mitchell, in the attic and asked Celia if she could come and get them.

Ever since she moved out of the Kane family's home at the tender age of seventeen, Celia had never stepped foot inside that house again. And she wouldn't have even considered going back if it weren't for her mother's belongings.

When Celia arrived, strangely, Adrien asked her to stay for dinner. Celia didn't refuse him, but she stayed vigilant and only took a sip of juice. However, shortly after, she started to feel extremely dizzy. That was when things started to become hazy. Her last memory was that of being forced into a wedding dress and then shoved into a wedding car.

As she swam in and out of consciousness, she vaguely remembered that her half-sister, Cerissa Kane, had said that she had prepared a big gift for her.

The rest was blank. She had no idea how long she were on the road.

Her throat felt unbearably itchy and dry, and her whole body was burning hot, as if she was being grilled on a stove.

Obviously, she had been drugged!

Was that the so-called "big gift" that Cerissa was talking about?

As soon as Celia realized what had happened, she looked around vigilantly and found that the passing scenery outside the window was strange.

It seemed that the car was headed to a remote place. Soon, there were fewer and fewer buildings around.

This wasn't the way to the Shaw family's house!

The Shaw family was the most powerful clan in Hosworth. It was impossible for them to live in such a desolate area!

Celia started to panic. Her eyes darted between the driver and the man dressed like a bodyguard sitting on the passenger seat. Neither of them was from the Kane family. In fact, Celia didn't recognize them at all. They were complete strangers.

The two men didn't know that Celia was awake and continued to talk unscrupulously.

"It's such a pity that a beautiful woman like her is going to marry that useless man from the Shaw family."

Celia's blood ran cold. She had heard that the Kane Group was facing a crisis recently. Instead of dealing with the company's mess, Adrien had gotten a hold of the Shaw family and pestered them every day, begging the latter to invest in his company.

The Shaw family eventually agreed, but on condition that his daughter, Cerissa, married their illegitimate member, Tyson Shaw.

Tyson was quite the mysterious, elusive figure. A few years back, he had gotten into a bad car accident, and although he had survived, his face was badly mangled and his body had never recovered properly. It was said that he didn't have that much time to live. And as if that wasn't bad enough, it was said that he was disowned by the Shaw family and had been living in isolation all these years.

Although he was still technically a member of the Shaw family, no powerful couple were willing to marry their daughters to such a man.

Celia soon realized that she had been tricked.

Adrien was probably reluctant to wed Cerissa, his precious daughter with Mabel Kane, to Tyson Shaw. Thus, he lured Celia to their home so that he could set up a substitute marriage. Celia would never forget how right after her mother's death, Adrien married his mistress, Mabel. After that, their illegitimate daughter, Cerissa, became the noble young lady of the Kane family. On the other hand, Celia, his legitimate daughter, was forced to leave her own home!

Both Celia and Cerissa were Adrien's daughters, but he obviously favored the latter.

Realizing this, Celia's heart sank.

"What're you talking about? That loser's about to marry a cheap, dirty woman." The driver laughed evilly, obviously implying that they were going to do something to Celia.

The bodyguard in the passenger seat chuckled lewdly. Celia instantly realized that her situation was even trickier than she had imagined.

She didn't have the time to mope. Seeing that the vehicle was about to park along a remote path, she immediately kicked the door open and was about to jump out.

Unfortunately, as soon as the door swung open, the bodyguard in the front row also leaped out of the car and grabbed her, dragging her back to the car.

Without warning, the bodyguard suddenly slapped Celia on the back, knocking the air out of her lungs. Before she could recover, the man had already climbed on top of her and unzipped his trousers, whipping out his erect dick.

"I'm sorry. Miss Kane's orders. Try to enjoy yourself instead." The bodyguard grinned hideously.

The driver's eyes were also lustful as he watched this scene unfold before him.

Celia's eyes hardened. As soon as the bodyguard mentioned "Miss Kane", she knew that this was all her half-sister's doing! In that moment, Celia hated her half-sister with every fiber of her being.

She was in a daze when she felt the man's hands sliding under her dress and grabbing her ankles hard, trying to forcibly separate her legs.

In a panic, Celia kicked the bodyguard's crotch with all her strength while simultaneously rolling over to get out of the car.

The bodyguard howled in pain and fell to the side, clutching his bruised cock. Seeing this, the driver shouted anxiously, "That bitch is getting away. Go after her!"

Celia ran as fast as she could, not caring about the humiliation she had just endured. Her priority now was to escape from this dangerous place.

However, the adrenaline only stimulated the effect of the drug in her body. The burning sensation along with the strong lustful desire surged through her body, making her want to strip off all her clothes at once.

She bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to keep a clear mind. She didn't know how long she had been running before she saw a black luxury car parked in the distance.

Hope rose in her heart. She rushed over without hesitation to cry for help.

The window was half open. She saw the side profile of a good-looking man sitting inside. His head was lowered, so she couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could see enough to know that he was stunningly handsome.

Celia's clothes were drenched with sweat, and she felt hot all over. The strong effect of the drug tortured her, tossing all reason out the window. She wanted one thing and one thing alone: to be fucked.

She felt so uncomfortable that she rubbed her legs and leaned her delicate body against the car door. Out of breath, she poked her head into the half-open window.

Now that she saw the man's face, she saw just how handsome he was and couldn't resist the impulse to have sex.

She moaned again and again, not knowing if she was seducing him or asking for help.

"Please, sir... I'm so uncomfortable. Help me, please..."

At the sound of her voice, the man in the car turned around and rolled down the window.

Sunlight flooded into the car, illuminating the man's handsome face.

He was looking at her with a frown.

The reason why his car was parked in the middle of nowhere was that it had suddenly broken down. Never in his wildest dreams would he have expected a woman in a wedding dress to approach him out of the blue.

Briar Powell, his assistant who was sitting in the driver's seat, turned to look at the man and asked in a low voice, "Sir, what should we do with this girl? It's almost the time for our meeting with Mr. O'Brien."

The man didn't raise his head to look at the assistant. He just said indifferently, "Focus on repairing the car. Don't mind her."

"Yes, sir," Briar replied respectfully, ignoring Celia outside the car. He tried to start the car repeatedly, but failed.

Seeing that the bodyguard and the driver were about to catch up with her, Celia was overwhelmed by fear.

She started knocking on the window desperately, pinning all her hopes on a man she had never met before.

"Please! Please help me!"

Her beautiful, pleading eyes were irresistible.

When the man turned and saw the desperation in her eyes, he couldn't help but be reminded of the time he was in a similar situation.

Before he knew what he was doing, he found himself opening the door. Celia's eyes lit up instantly and she jumped into the car without hesitation.

Making her escape had consumed all her strength, and the pain brought by the aphrodisiac was as unbearable as a million ants biting her skin. Out of breath and panting, she fell into the man's arms unexpectedly.

The man caught her steadily and looked her up and down.

When he saw that Celia was wearing a wedding dress, he suddenly thought about the phone call from his father, Danilo Shaw.

Today was his wedding day. His father had arranged a marriage for him, but he never went back to the Shaw family for the wedding. No matter how badly his father threatened him over the phone, he simply ignored him. When he was kicked out of the Shaw family, he was caught between a rock and a hard place. Naturally, he wouldn't just accept the wife the Shaw family had picked out for him.

But now he was curious about the poor bride he had left behind.

He was lost in Celia's eyes when the bodyguard and the driver had arrived. Seeing that the man was holding Celia, the bodyguard shouted anxiously, "Let her go! This is the Shaw family's bride! Let her go right this instant!"

For a moment, the man was overwhelmed with shock.

It turned out that the girl in his arms was actually the bride his father had arranged for him.

Celia curled up in the man's arms and said in a trembling voice, "They... They want to rape me. Please don't let them get to me! Please! You have to help me!"

The man frowned slightly and looked at her flushed face. He raised his head and said to his own bodyguard, Godwin Benson, "Get rid of the men outside."

Godwin promptly got out of the car and knocked the driver and the bodyguard down before they could protest.

Almost at the same time, Briar turned around and said, "Sir, the car's working now."

The man ordered coldly, "Then let's go. Godwin will deal with them."

The assistant was about to start the engine when Celia squirmed in the man's arms.

She clenched the man's suit. Although there were several layers of clothes between them, she could still feel the warmth emanating from his body, making her legs go numb.

She couldn't help but touch the man's exposed skin. She even grabbed his rough fingers and sucked them in her mouth without warning.

"I'm sorry, I... I just feel so hot and uncomfortable..."

She tried to pry the man's suit off and kissed the part of the white shirt that covered his chest.

Every move she made was very clumsy, and it was clear that she wasn't experienced at all. It seemed that her lust and desire were aroused by some sort of aphrodisiac.

However, it was this clumsy flirtation that aroused the man's desire in a way he had never felt before.

The man had never shown any interest in women over the years, so he was shocked at his own reaction to the girl he had only met once.

While his expression remained calm, he couldn't help but glance at the two men who were beaten down outside the car.

Were they the ones who drugged her? But they didn't seem to have the guts to do such a thing. After all, she was the bride that the Shaw family picked. How dare they rape the future Mrs. Shaw?

In his distraction, he didn't realize that his shirt was being unbuttoned.

Celia wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed her body against his, panting heavily next to his ear.

The man couldn't help but hold the woman close, stroking her restless body. He said to Briar in a hoarse voice, "Postpone the meeting with Mr. O'Brien and go back to the mansion first."

Without any hesitation, Briar turned the car around and headed straight to the Hillside Mansion.

The luxury car pulled into a path surrounded by lush trees. After passing through three gates, they arrived at a mansion facing the sea, nestled against the mountains.

Curled up in the man's arms, Celia couldn't help but look at her surroundings in awe.

This was the sole building in the whole area, and the outer walls were covered with exquisite carvings. The architectural details of the mansion were very exquisite, and its interiors were even more detailed than its exterior. On one wall, there were several artfully done murals, which added a sense of history and art to the modern design.

But even the drugged Celia noticed that there were countless CCTV cameras inside the house, which proved that the man was no ordinary person.

As soon as they stepped inside the majestic mansion, the man led Celia to his bedroom.

He was planning to take her to his bathroom to help her calm down with cold water.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the door, the woman pounced on him and the two fell on the floor of the bedroom. The woman's delicate lips planted kisses on him crazily.

The man's lips seemed to be magic, because Celia found herself wanting to immerse herself in the kiss regardless of anything.

While kissing him, she fumbled to take off her clothes.

"Please... I want it. Please give it to me."

She bit the man's lips unscrupulously, slipped her tongue into his mouth, and tore his shirt off restlessly.

She was the one who had taken initiative, but she was the one who went limp and numb first. She was so excited that she even shed hot tears.

Suddenly, the man pushed her away, putting their kiss to an abrupt end.

Even he had to admit that no man could resist such a temptation. But he didn't want to take advantage of the poor woman. He had to stop her from doing something that she'd regret for the rest of her life.

"Calm down first," he said in a hoarse voice.

He forced himself to pull away from her, but Celia refused to give up. Without hesitation, she pulled off the wedding dress, revealing her curvaceous and sexy figure.

The man's eyes wandered to her wet underwear and his throat went dry. Before he could react, the woman wrapped herself around the man's body like a snake. Cupping his face in her hands, she gently stroked his cheeks with her thumbs. She slowly moved her hands forward and ran her fingers through his hair.

The man wanted to push her away again, but when he looked into her eyes, he was instantly shell-shocked.

Her eyes, lustful from the drug, were filled with unspeakable loneliness.

He couldn't help but be reminded of the car accident his brother, Mack Shaw, had orchestrated.

At the time, his twenty-year-old self had gotten into a bad accident with his mother. Albeit vague, he recalled that a girl had rushed them to the hospital. He was swimming in and out of consciousness at the time and wasn't able to get a clear look at her face.

Unfortunately, when he woke up, the girl had left, and his mother had passed away from her fatal injuries.

Over the years, he had been collecting evidence to prove that Mack was the mastermind behind the so-called "accident". He had also been inquiring about the whereabouts of the girl.

While he hadn't seen the girl's face clearly, he did remember her sad and beautiful eyes, which were extraordinarily unique and unforgettable.

She had to be about the same age as the girl in front of him now. Could they be one and the same?

He froze in place, thinking of the past silently.

By the time he came to his senses, he was met with a pair of round and delicate breasts.

It turned out that Celia had already stripped naked while he was distracted. She reached up and cupped her plump breasts, rubbing her buttocks against the man's hard cock.

Every time her fingertips touched her sensitive nipples, she'd feel a wave of numbness and pleasure.

By sheer instinct, she reached for the man's suit pants and held his erect dick. However, it was so huge that her small hand couldn't wrap around the shaft completely.

Although she didn't have any prior sexual experience, her gut told her that as long as she put this huge dick into her wet pussy, all her torture would end.

"Please, help me..."

She lowered her head and started kissing the man's chest, slowly making her way down to his abs. Then she stopped when she saw a wrinkled scar around his waist.

The scar encompassed a large area of skin, like a winding centipede, which was enough to frighten anyone who saw it.

But Celia seemed to be enchanted by the scar. She caressed it with her fingers and kissed it again and again.

"Sir, please help me. I feel so uncomfortable. Please..."

It was hard to tell whether she was begging the man or seducing him, but her voice was full of pitiful fragility.

The man's desire was overwhelming, but he was still a man of principle and was unwilling to take advantage of this girl. However, his heart was burning with lust and he had to do something about it.

He couldn't bear it anymore and kissed her back passionately, ripping all his clothes off simultaneously. The lewd sounds of their passionate kiss continued, mingled with gasps and panting. He subconsciously reached out to touch Celia's slender waist, stroking her delicate skin inch by inch. Finally, his fingertips wandered over to her wet pussy, but he didn't enter right away. Instead, he rubbed circles around her labia.

Celia arched her back and let out a low moan. Instinctively, she wrapped her slender legs around his waist, urging him to go further.

She had no prior sexual experience, but somehow she knew that such a position would make the both of them feel even more pleasure.

The man also felt an overwhelming sense of desire.

Without warning, he withdrew his fingers and pressed something thicker against the woman's sopping wet pussy.

Celia's body was shaking. She knew that the man's hard cock was knocking on her door, and she parted her legs further to let him in. The second the tip entered, she cried out, feeling that being fucked by the man felt so good.

She felt both pain and pleasure simultaneously.

"Oh, my God... It feels so good. Please... Fuck me harder..."

Her voice was soft and weak, but her words were music to the man's ears.

Their lower bodies rubbed against each other so hard Celia almost worried that they'd start a fire.

The woman's moans and breathless panting were like a drug to the man. His penis grew bigger and bigger inside her body, and he felt pleasure like he'd never felt before.

At this moment, he decided to let go of everything and wholeheartedly sent this girl and himself to a climax.

Celia's pussy was filled to the brim with the man's sperm as she herself convulsed from the waves of pleasure. She felt like she was riding a roller coaster.

She couldn't help but tremble in the man's arms, the fluids in her body gushing out as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

She knew that she must've looked like a slut now, but she didn't care. When the climax died down slightly, she lay weakly and then used her last strength to pull the man closer for a kiss.

The ecstasy brought by the climax was still surging over her body. She kissed the man's lips and moaned with satisfaction.

It was not until her body gradually calmed down that she let go of the man's mouth, but her legs were still wrapped around his strong waist.

They had sex all night.