Billionaire's Treasure

Boom! Boom!

The fireworks exploded with lively sounds, filling the conference room with laughter. All eyes were on the fireworks outside the hotel window, and no one noticed the two figures helping each other leave.

Emily vaguely realized she was leaning on Sophia, who led her to a prearranged room in the hotel. Emily collapsed onto the soft bed, feeling an intense heat and discomfort throughout her body. The sensation was very itchy and very hot, and she felt an overwhelming urge to strip off her clothes... Sophia smirked as she watched Emily writhe in discomfort on the bed, her eyes showing clear disdain.

"Sister dear... there's no need to hurry. Soon someone will be here to fulfill your desires."

After saying this, she laughed smugly and deliberately hid a mini camera to secretly record Emily's intimate moments. By the end of the day, Emily's preserved chastity and her reputation would be gone.

"Emily, blame yourself for being so arrogant and unpleasant that it made others intolerant! Let's see if you still have the face to stay in the Smith family after this!"

Sophia's eyes were filled with hatred and her voice was tinged with barely concealed jealousy. Meanwhile, Emily remained on the bed, unaware. Sophia took out her phone and called the man she had arranged, an unattractive street hustler who was greedy for money. When he heard that the Smith family's young lady was involved, he immediately agreed.

"Make sure the video is as clear as possible and includes as many 'different positions' as possible. The more you provide, the more money you'll get. Clean up thoroughly afterward. If anything goes wrong, don't expect to get a cent!"

"Got it. No problem!"

Satisfied, Sophia provided the room number and password to him, gave Emily one last sharp glance, and then sneered as she left.

Hahaha, Emily, someone like you deserves to be with people like that! And James is mine! Sophia slammed the door shut and returned to the party as if nothing had happened.

Once back, Ava quickly pulled her aside and asked anxiously: "How is it, dear? Have you put her in the room?"

"Don't worry, Mom, everything went according to plan. In just a while, her video will flood the internet. Let's see if she remains arrogant and looks down on us after this..."

Sophia had a smug expression. Ava also smirked in satisfaction, glanced at James, and said to her mother: "Mom, I'm going to see James now."

Ava nodded, and Sophia sashayed over to James, who was toasting with the big bosses. She warmly draped her arm over him, deliberately exposing her ample cleavage from her low-cut dress.

"James, what are you doing?" James turned around in surprise. As his gaze landed on the exposed cleavage, his eyes suddenly changed, and he swallowed, clearly aroused. Meanwhile, Emily was still on the bed, writhing in discomfort.

Her disappearance was covered by her sister's concerned statement: "She was tired, so I took her to her room to rest..."

No one suspected anything. The man arrived, entered the room with the password Sophia had provided, and with a lecherous smile, walked in.

Seeing Emily, beautiful and elegantly dressed, with her long white legs exposed beneath the slit of her dress, he was instantly aroused. She was lying on her side, her inviting breasts almost exposed. His Adam's apple bobbed with desire as he quickly moved to overpower her.

"Haha... beautiful lady, I'm here..."

Emily frowned at the unfamiliar man's breath. Despite her extreme discomfort, she struggled to open her eyes. Seeing his ugly face and feeling his hand on her body, she panicked and screamed:

"Ah! Who are you?! How dare you touch me?!"

The man, like a hungry wolf, ignored her screams and began tearing her dress.

"Get off me!"

Her strength was weak, and the man's breath made her skin crawl. Somehow, she found the strength to push him away. Emily grabbed a piece of her torn dress and ran out of the room.

The man immediately chased after her. Emily reached the elevator, quickly pressed the button, and the doors closed just as he reached her. Exhausted, she leaned against the wall, her breath coming in rapid gasps.

"Ding."

The elevator chimed and opened. She followed the wall, unsure of which floor she was on, and spotted a slightly ajar door. Without hesitation, she entered.

"Who?!"

Lucas was undressing to take a shower. Sensing someone behind him, he was startled when Emily embraced him before he could turn around.

"So comfortable..."

Emily clung to him, her body heated and burning against his cool skin, which eased her intense discomfort. Lucas frowned, quickly turned around to push her away, but Emily, like a clammy creature, pressed against him, rubbing her partially exposed breasts against him, and her small, soft hands explored his exposed muscles.

"What is this?"

Furrowing his brow, Lucas coldly stared at the drugged Emily. Her mind was solely focused on him.

"I want some water..." Her throat was dry. "Help me, I've been drugged..."

Her face was close to his, her lips sweet like peach blossoms.

"Get out."

Lucas said coldly, without pity. He thought it was just another ploy from a typical girl and disdainfully dismissed it. Emily felt a bit aggrieved by his response. She pushed Lucas onto the bed, straddled him, and even lifted his chin, saying:

"Don't worry, I have a lot of money. After this, I'll reward you generously."

She smiled, showing her charming dimple, and spoke arrogantly. For the first time, Lucas was considered a "kept man," and his normally sculpted face grew even colder. Before he could say anything, her sweet lips were on his, her breath mingled with wine and her own unique sweetness.

The sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, and within the presidential suite, two bodies were still entwined intimately. Emily slowly opened her eyes, her long lashes and shimmering eyes slightly dazzled by the sunlight. She raised her hand to shield her eyes, feeling sore all over and experiencing a throbbing headache.

"Oh..."

Emily attempted to sit up but discovered a strong arm draped across her waist. She froze for three seconds, then followed the arm to look up and saw a chiseled face close to hers, with warm breath brushing her face. Emily almost screamed as memories of last night's debauchery flooded her mind. Without needing to look, she knew that both of them were now naked and holding each other.

Her mind raced: last night they had had relations, and she had been drugged. It was best to leave now before the man woke up and realized she was the young lady of the Smith family. If he knew, all the reputation she had built over the years would be lost. Emily gently removed Lucas's arm and got out of bed. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt a sharp pain and numbness in her thighs.

Glancing down, she saw her evening gown was shredded, so she had no choice but to wear Lucas's clothes and leave. After leaving the hotel, she took a taxi back to the Smith family estate. In the taxi, she pieced together the events of the previous day. After drinking a glass of wine, she had suddenly felt dizzy and hot.

Clearly, someone had slipped drugs into it, and the person who had guided her to the restroom was Sophia.

"Sophia... was it you?"

Emily clenched her fists, realizing that she had fallen into Sophia's trap at her own birthday party. Arriving at the Smith estate, she paid the driver and got out of the car, intending to confront Sophia. However, as soon as she stepped inside, she heard Sophia's voice from the living room.

"Stop... haha, don't..."

Her voice was coquettish. Emily walked in, feeling each step as heavy as lead. She saw a couple sitting intimately in her own house: her boyfriend, James, and her sister, Sophia! It was shocking that they dared to be so intimate in the living room in broad daylight.

"What are you doing?"

Emily's voice cut through the air. James jerked in surprise and pushed Sophia away, a move that made Emily even more irritated. She had seen him reach inside her sister's blouse earlier. Sophia pretended to be surprised upon seeing Emily and then ran over, affectionately grabbing her hand.

"Sister, it's not what you think... James was just helping me with some dust in my eye."

She even rubbed her eyes, as if the previous events were just a misunderstanding.

"Sophia, I saw it with my own eyes, and you still dare to lie?! You are truly shameless and despicable!"

Emily shoved her away, causing Sophia to fall to the ground. The forceful shove wasn't enough to make her fall so easily. James rushed over to help Sophia up, and she clung to him, crying as if she deserved an award for her performance.

"Emily! Whatever you have to say, why did you push Sophia?"

James, her boyfriend, was now taking Sophia's side. He was defending her even after being caught being intimate with her sister. Emily sneered contemptuously.

"James... I was such a fool to trust you! You two are a shameless couple! Scandalous! A disgrace!"

Seeing James's silence and Sophia's smugness, Emily was filled with fury.

"Sophia! How dare you slander me here! Were you the one who drugged me last night?!"

She attempted to slap Sophia but was stopped by James.

"Emily... Who could have drugged you? Aren't you the proud daughter of the Smith family? Who do you think you are? Pretending to be noble while sleeping with another man? Explain the clothes you're wearing!"

"I've already said I was drugged!"

"Stop with the nonsense. No matter what you say, I don't believe you!"

James's contemptuous tone made Sophia snicker in his arms. Emily couldn't believe this was the man who once vowed to marry her. He had claimed he loved only her, but now he was involved with her sister and didn't believe her, siding with Sophia.

"James... if you see me like this, then we have no relationship anymore!"

She turned and went upstairs. Sophia felt victorious as she had achieved her goal of making James and Emily break up. Emily decided to find her father, who was the only one who loved and pampered her.

However, she received a shocking piece of news.

"Dylan... when will you get rid of Emily?"

Ella, sitting in Dylan's lap, asked sweetly.

"Almost done. Today, the share transfer procedures are complete, and the company will soon be under my name. At that point, you and our daughter will officially be the lady and young mistress of the Smith family."

Dylan's words were ones Emily could hardly believe came from the father who had always loved and spoiled her.

"Dylan, that's wonderful..."

Ava's voice rang out. It turned out it was all a scheme set up by them; she was just a pawn to be used and discarded. That birthday party at eighteen was the fateful day she discovered the true faces of these people. Emily forced a bitter smile. Even her father exploited her for money, and she had been abandoned by her boyfriend.

From being a beloved young lady with everything, she now had nothing left. Not wanting to stay in this filthy place any longer, she walked down the stairs, passing by James and Sophia. Sophia reached out to grab her hand, but Emily slapped her, and James also received a slap. Afterward, Emily left the Smith estate without looking back.

--- Two months later.

The wedding of James and Sophia. Receiving the invitation from Sophia, Emily smirked. Her manager signaled to her from behind, the makeup artist stood by, and she posed beautifully for the magazine before changing into her most stunning dress to attend Sophia's wedding. Emily stepped out of the car, attracting many admiring glances and looking even more stunning than the bride.

James was stunned to see her. Her hourglass figure, dressed in and a fitted gown with a high slit, revealed her long, fair legs, seductive shoulders, and flowing black hair. Each of her steps was like that of a goddess, drawing attention. Her makeup was flawless, and the guests around wondered why James had left her for Sophia. James felt a pang of regret. He had loved Emily, and his involvement with Sophia had been a moment of weakness.

Sophia, seeing James's dazed expression, was furious and hated Emily even more. She had tried to obtain a compromising video but couldn't contact the man to get it, which fueled her hatred further.

"Congratulations, sister."

Emily congratulated them as if nothing had happened. Sophia feigned weakness and clung to her.

"Sister... please don't be angry with me. What happened is in the past. Can we go back to how we were before?"

Then Sophia whispered into her ear, changing her tone.

"Emily, James is finally mine. From now on, I am officially the young mistress of the Smith family, and you should go back and take care of your mentally ill mother!"

Upon hearing about her mother, Emily was infuriated and raised her hand to slap Sophia. James intervened, and suddenly she felt dizzy, leaving without a word. Emily took a deep breath to calm herself and felt a foreboding sense. She instructed the driver to take her to the hospital for a check-up.

When she held the test results, she was stunned. The result: Confirmed pregnancy of eight weeks. The doctor looked at her with disapproval. She was only eighteen and already pregnant. Emily was initially shocked and considered aborting the baby, but upon seeing the obstetrics department sign and the mothers holding their children, she couldn't bring herself to do it and left the hospital.

Four years later.

In a supermarket, a beautiful woman pushing a shopping cart attracted many admiring glances. Her long hair was neatly tied back, with a loose strand by her ear adding a touch of softness. Dressed in a simple white T-shirt and jeans, she had a unique charm. Especially captivating was the little boy in the cart, dressed in a cute cowboy outfit, charming and adorable.

"Mommy... I've already prepared a list of things I want to buy..."

Noah looked up with his chubby cheeks and sparkling eyes, resembling a little rabbit.

"Okay, let me see..."

Emily chuckled at her son's cuteness, ruffling his hair before taking the paper. The list was filled with scribbles:

"Superman, chocolate, snacks, soda..."

"Why is everything toys and sweets?" she asked her son, who looked at her with those sparkling eyes.

"Because I like them..."

Emily knew the little trick he was playing. Every time they went to the supermarket, he always wanted to buy toys and sweets.

"No."

This time, she firmly refused.

"Please, mommy... please..."

Noah stood up, tugging at her hand with a very cute expression. Just then, her phone rang. Seeing it was Isabella calling, Emily quickly answered.

"Hello, Isabella?"

As soon as Noah heard Isabella's name, he eagerly reached for the phone to talk to her.

"Foster mom!"

Isabella, hearing Noah's voice, laughed through the phone.

"Is Noah there? Let me talk to him for a moment."

Seeing her son almost climbing onto her lap to grab the phone, Emily patted his head and handed the phone to Noah.

"Here, don't ask for anything from your foster mom."

She reminded him, starting a video call. As soon as Noah saw Isabella, he happily called out,

"Foster mom!"

Isabella smiled and replied,

"Yes, my good boy, it's been a while since we last met. Do you miss me?"

"Yes, I do!"

Isabella continued,

"I miss my little bun Noah too..."

Noah responded,

"Foster mom, Noah is with mommy Emily. Mommy Emily doesn't love Noah..."

"Why doesn't mommy Emily love you?"

"Mommy Emily doesn't buy snacks for Noah or Superman for Noah..."

Emily sighed. Here we go again.

"Well, let your foster mom buy them for you."

"Isabella, don't spoil him," Emily interjected. "It's fine, he's just a child..."

"Foster mom, thank you. I love you..."

Noah grinned.

"Alright..."

Emily took the phone back from Noah, giving him a serious look. He obediently sat in the cart playing with his Superman toy. Only then did she speak again.

"Isabella, it's not necessary. You don't need to buy those things."

"It's no problem, the little boy is very cute. I haven't seen him for a while, and it's just a small gift."

Emily sighed.

"Well... thank you."

Isabella laughed, "Alright, no need to be so polite with me. I'll treat you to a meal later. Which supermarket are you at? I'll pick you up."

"Isabella, you don't need to. Let me treat you."

"Emily, if you refuse again, I'll be upset."

Emily knew her friend's easy-going nature and didn't argue further. Isabella understood her situation and knew that the help she could offer was small, but Emily was always polite. She gave the supermarket address. Soon after, Emily and her son waited outside for Isabella, who arrived quickly.

Emily was holding her son, and as soon as Noah saw Isabella, he eagerly wanted to be held by her. Emily smiled gently. In the U.S., her son had few friends but was very close to Isabella. Noah gave his foster mom a kiss on the cheek and received a Superman toy from her, which he happily played with, completely absorbed in it.

They had initially planned to go to a well-known restaurant, but when they found out that a wealthy second-generation had booked the entire place, Isabella had to take them somewhere else. During this time, Emily suddenly noticed a man with a cold demeanor, an icy face, a high nose, sharp eyes, and dressed in expensive suits, being chased by a girl.

The girl was also a young beauty with large eyes, a high nose, and fair skin. She tried to grab the man's hand but was coldly pushed away by him before he got into a car and drove off. Emily thought,

"He's handsome but too cold..."

At this moment, Isabella had returned, unaware of the scene she had just witnessed. Noah also saw the man but was only focused on his toy, not understanding what was happening. In the car, Isabella suddenly asked Emily quietly,

"Emily, aren't you going to find the father of the child?"

Emily lowered her eyes, recalling the night four years ago. Lucas's face had faded from memory; he hadn't tried to find her, and this child was the result of a night of passion without any love.

"No... not for now."

Isabella sighed. Back then, Emily had struggled alone in the U.S., taking care of her sick mother and later, after her mother passed away, dealing with her son's leukemia. She had to return to her home country for treatment. In the past four years, Emily had worked hard to earn money, hoping to save enough for Noah's surgery. But even after saving all her money, it wasn't enough. This time, she returned to find a specialist for her son and to reclaim everything that belonged to her.

"Emily... I will always be here to help you."

Isabella said to Emily.

"Isabella, thank you. You've already helped me so much, I don't know how I could ever repay you..."

Emily's eyes stung with tears. Having a friend like Isabella was truly a blessing. Over the past four years, she had struggled to both study and take care of her sick mother.

Then, she had Noah, and had to shoulder everything on her own. There were times when Emily was exhausted and felt utterly helpless, just wanting to give up and lean on someone's shoulder, but there was no one. Isabella was the only close friend she could confide in. Knowing her difficult situation in a foreign country, Isabella would occasionally send her money to help out.

"You're silly! There's no need for formalities between us. Come on, let's celebrate your return to A city. Today, we'll eat to our heart's content!"

Isabella's bright smile lifted the somber mood. Emily didn't bring up the past anymore. Today, she decided to let herself be free and relaxed. After a while, the car stopped in front of a restaurant. Though it wasn't as fancy as the one they had just been to, Isabella assured her that the food here was delicious. The three of them parked and went inside.