Dump The Cheater, Marry The King: The Unrivaled CEO Claimed Me As Wife

Across the bed, Lucy Wheeler arched beneath Carl Spencer with a breathless moan, her nails biting into his back as pleasure unraveled her composure. "Oh my," she gasped, voice trembling. "If Leanna finds out about us... won't she lose her mind?"

A lazy smirk curled across Carl's lips at the mention of his fiancee, Leanna Wheeler. "And if she does?" he replied carelessly. "Your father wouldn't let her make a scene anyway. He's counting on her to marry me so the deal with my family goes through."

Sliding her arms around his neck, Lucy leaned close, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered with sultry curiosity, "Tell me something, Carl... between me and Leanna, which one do you actually want?"

Driving into her with renewed force, he scoffed, "Leanna doesn't know the first thing about passion. She's stiff, naive-nothing like you. If her designs didn't make my family money, I wouldn't even bother looking at her."

Every hard thrust drew a breathless moan from Lucy's lips.

Breath hitching as pleasure surged through her, she laughed bitterly, her voice thick with spite. "Leanna, that stupid bitch, really believes Dad cares about her! If it weren't for that pretty face of hers, she'd have already been sent to the hospital to look after her mother, who's nothing but a vegetable."

Under their frantic movements, the bed frame rattled violently against the floor.

Standing just outside the bedroom, Leanna watched everything unfold, the color draining from her face.

This very day was supposed to be her birthday, and she had come all this way intending to celebrate it with Carl.

Never for a single moment had she imagined she would stumble onto something so humiliating and grotesque.

This place had once been the home she believed she would share with Carl after their marriage. Yet right now, sprawled across that very bed, Lucy, her half-sister, was tangled with him in a shameless affair!

A violent tremor ran through Leanna's body as she fought to steady herself. She had forced herself to record the whole scene. After tucking her phone away, she pushed the front door open and walked out without looking back.

Outside, she drifted along the street like someone lost in a dream, her heart aching with disbelief.

What a bitter joke it all was! She had foolishly believed in that ridiculous relationship, even going so far as to plan a birthday surprise for Carl!

Only after overhearing their careless conversation did the truth finally strike Leanna-she had been the only fool in this entire deception.

Without another moment of hesitation, she lifted her hand and flagged down a taxi.

"Take me to the Wheeler Mansion," she instructed, the resolve to call off the engagement hardening in her voice.

The instant she stepped through the familiar doors and caught sight of her father, Emilio Wheeler, Leanna hurriedly wiped the dampness from her swollen eyes before stammering, "Dad... Lucy and Carl are having an affair!"

Shock flashed across Emilio's face as he frowned deeply. "That's impossible. Lucy would never do something like that! Stay here. I'll call her back right now so the two of you can settle this face-to-face."

Anger crept into his tone as he pulled out his phone and dialed Lucy's number. "Lucy, come back home immediately!" he ordered sharply.

Not long after the call ended, Lucy hurried through the front door.

The moment she appeared, tears instantly welled in her eyes as she put on a pitiful, trembling act. "It's all Leanna's fault..." she sobbed miserably. "She set me up, drugged me, and tried to ruin my reputation! And she's dragged the Spencer family's name through the mud too!"

Emilio's expression hardened, shadows gathering across his features.

A sharp, scornful laugh slipped from Leanna's lips. "Lucy, you really do have a talent for spinning lies. I drugged you? Why don't you take a good look at this video and explain who it was squirming on that bed, wondering aloud whether I'd be angry? Did I drug you just so you'd say those things too?"

With a deliberate motion, Leanna lifted her phone, the screen glowing as a lewd video played. Lucy's seductive voice spilled into the halls of Wheeler Mansion, echoing sharply through the room for everyone to hear.

In the next heartbeat, the color drained completely from Lucy's face, leaving her pale as paper. A chilling realization struck her-exactly how long had Leanna been standing there, watching everything unfold?

Upon turning slowly toward Emilio, Leanna's gaze burned with fury, yet when she spoke, her voice remained controlled and steady. "I'm calling off the engagement."

The truth was plain and simple-Lucy and Carl had been secretly betraying her all along. On her birthday, of all days, they had even shamelessly tangled together in bed inside the very house she and Carl were meant to share after their marriage.

For a long while, Emilio said nothing. At last he spoke, his tone heavy and resolute. "No. The engagement will not be called off. The Spencer family asked for you specifically. If we anger them now, the project between our families will collapse-and you'll become the disgrace of the Wheeler family! Like it or not, you will marry into that family! Besides, who's to say that video isn't something you fabricated just to frame Lucy?"

At those words, the last trace of color drained from Leanna's already pale face.

Disbelief flooded her chest as she stared at Emilio, unable to believe her own father still refused to trust her even after seeing everything.

A smug, victorious smile curled across Lucy's lips.

Quivering with fury, Leanna lifted a trembling finger toward Lucy before turning to Emilio, hurt and disbelief clouding her gaze. "Dad, I've spent my whole life stepping aside for Lucy. Every time she stirred up trouble, I was the one who got punished instead. I can tolerate a lot, but marrying a man who's already slept with her? That's something I will never accept." Bitterness tugged at the corners of her mouth as she pronounced every word with deliberate clarity. "I refuse to marry him!"

"Enough of this bullshit!" Emilio roared, rage flooding his lined face. Leaning heavily on his cane, he lurched forward and swung his hand across Leanna's cheek with a sharp crack. "Leanna, if your design talent hadn't been bringing profit to the Spencer family, do you honestly believe you'd ever land such an advantageous match? Now go back to your room! You're grounded!"

Leanna's fists tightened until her nails pierced her palms.

Fire burned across her cheek where he'd struck her, yet the ache in her chest cut far deeper.

Within Emilio's eyes, she was nothing more than a bargaining chip for marriage alliances-while Lucy remained the cherished daughter he truly cared about.

For years, Leanna had quietly longed for a father's affection, pushing herself to excel at everything she did, all in the desperate hope that Emilio might one day look at her with genuine pride. Yet the truth now came crashing into her mind.

She had never truly belonged in this family.

What people called family ties now felt like nothing more than chains wrapped around her ankles, dragging her down whenever she tried to move forward.

A fierce, determined spark ignited in Leanna's eyes.

From this moment on, she refused to remain the obedient pawn they expected; she would walk away from the Wheeler family, no matter what it cost.

Inside her bedroom, Leanna gathered every strip of fabric and length of cloth she could find, knotting them tightly together until they formed a rope. With cautious movements, she lowered it from the window and began climbing down.

Determination hardened her features as she ground her teeth together. No matter the cost, she would make Carl and Lucy pay for everything. Those two shameless bastards would not escape what they had done!

All at once, a name surfaced in her mind like a sudden flicker.

Ian Spencer.

As Carl's uncle and the real power behind the Spencer family, Ian held the authority everyone else answered to.

Gaining his protection might be the only path left open to her.

Drawing in a measured breath, Leanna forced herself to ignore the stabbing pain in her ankle and picked up her phone to contact a private detective.

...

Five days later, the Spencer Group's press conference buzzed with reporters and flashing cameras. Using her college-issued press card as cover, Leanna slipped quietly into the venue unnoticed.

In the backstage area, a man sat alone beneath the muted lights, his posture rigid, his silhouette radiating a cold, commanding presence.

She immediately assumed it must be Ian.

Drawing in a slow breath, Leanna steadied her racing heart and stepped closer.

From the chair, Wesley Stewart lifted his head, his eyes narrowing with quiet intensity as they fixed on her. "Who are you?" he demanded.

"I'm..." Words caught in her throat for a split second as her mind raced through possibilities.

Admitting who she really was would likely result in being dragged straight back to Wheeler Mansion. Instead, she chose to gamble-trusting that he probably didn't recognize Carl's fiancee and might at least be curious about a stranger bold enough to approach him.

Lifting her chin, Leanna met his sharp, assessing gaze and forced a faint, reckless smile, the expression of someone who had already run out of options. "I heard your family's been pressuring you to settle down," she said, her voice even. "And from what I know, you're still single. So... I'd like to be your girlfriend."

Wesley's eyes betrayed a moment of surprise, though his voice remained completely composed. "And what exactly makes you think I'd agree to something like that?"

Clenching her teeth, Leanna forced herself to hold his gaze. "Because I'm bold enough to ask."

"Bold, huh?" A low, amused laugh slipped from him as he rose from his chair. "And you think that's supposed to impress me?"

Before he could walk away, Leanna reacted on instinct.

She lunged forward and caught hold of his sleeve. When he turned back in mild surprise, she rose onto her toes, looped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against his.

The kiss was awkward, reckless, and completely unpolished, like a gamble made without thinking.

Almost immediately, she pulled away. Composure snapped back over her features as she forced a calm smile and asked, "Well? Am I bold enough for you now?"

Wesley studied her quietly. Beneath that forced confidence, the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her nerves. His gaze darkened slightly, and his Adam's apple shifted as he swallowed. "You want to be my girlfriend?" he said at last. "Fine. But before that, let's see whether you're capable of... living up to my standards."

...

Inside the hotel room, the air felt unusually still.

A faint tremor ran through Leanna's fingertips while Wesley casually motioned toward the bed.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice rough and low.

From across the room, he observed her slow, uncertain steps, amusement flickering quietly in his piercing eyes-so shy, yet audacious enough to stand there and claim she was fearless.

Without warning, he reached out and tugged her closer, pulling Leanna straight into his arms as her startled gaze lifted to meet his.

Instantly, the space between them thickened with a charged, breathless tension.

Pressed against him, Leanna felt the unmistakable change in his body beneath her, and heat rushed to her face before she could hide it.

A low laugh slipped from Wesley's chest, his tone deep and teasing. "Didn't you say you were bold enough? You said you wanted to be my girlfriend. Is this the best you can do?"

A stubborn spark flared in Leanna's eyes as she tightened her jaw, forcing herself not to retreat.

Slowly, she lifted trembling fingers to Wesley's shirt, trying to work the buttons loose, yet her unsteady hands fumbled helplessly, taking what felt like forever just to ease open the first one.

Across from her, Wesley watched in silence, his gaze heavy and unwavering.

Her hands skimmed over the firm warmth of his chest, and though her movements were hesitant and clumsy, the faint touch still stirred a fierce, restless heat inside him.

After struggling for what felt like ages, she finally succeeded in slipping the first button free.

Wesley's fingers tilted her chin upward, his thumb brushing slowly over her lips before he bent down and claimed them in a deep, lingering kiss.

When he pushed inside her, she tensed at the dryness, but before long she opened up to him and her soft moans began to echo through the room.

Never in her wildest thoughts had Leanna imagined his dick would be so overwhelming.

Eyes fluttering shut, she surrendered to the rising waves of sensation, quiet, rhythmic murmurs of pleasure escaping her.

Clamping her teeth gently against her lower lip, she tried to keep quiet, yet the tension between them felt like an unspoken contest neither of them intended to lose.

Gradually, the room grew heavy with their stifled moans until the pressure finally broke through her restraint and a helpless cry of pleasure escaped her throat.

Breathing hard, Wesley bent over her, his chest rising and falling as his eyes studied every shift of expression across her flushed face.

"What's your name?" he asked, his voice rough with lingering breath.

"Leanna Wheeler..." She managed to say, the words leaving her lips with visible effort.

"So you're Emilio Wheeler's daughter?"

"That's right," she admitted, a thread of nervousness slipping into her voice.

Since she still believed him to be Ian, unease crept into her thoughts, and she couldn't help worrying that he might prove just as calculating and cold as Carl-if that turned out to be true, she had no idea what she would do next.

In that moment, Leanna realized thinking too much was the last thing she could afford.

Her last trace of restraint slipped away almost immediately; instinct drew her body into a tight curl while her fingertips clenched the rumpled sheets, heat flooding her cheeks as her pulse pounded wildly.

Close to her ear, Wesley's low, gravel-rough voice brushed against her skin. "You're in bed with me, and your mind's still wandering somewhere else?"

Silence was the only response she managed.

Shallow breaths rushed from her lips in quick, uneven bursts as the relentless pace of his movements swept her under, leaving her far too overwhelmed to cling to any stray thoughts.

Throughout the room, the charged atmosphere thickened with every passing second.

Leaning closer, Wesley seemed entirely absorbed in her, his fingers lifting her chin with firm gentleness while his dark gaze sharpened. In a quiet murmur he said, "I'll remember you, little one... along with the Wheeler family."

As the last thread of awareness slipped away from her grasp, Leanna faintly sensed him leaning in to whisper something against her ear.

Perhaps it had been a name. Yet when everything finally blurred into darkness, not a single word remained in her memory.

Exhaustion pulled her into a deep, dreamless rest that lasted until six the following morning.

Morning light filtered into the room as Leanna stirred awake, immediately noticing the dull soreness lingering between her legs.

Yesterday had been her first time, yet he had continued again and again with relentless stamina.

His intensity had been overwhelming, leaving her body aching even now.

Turning her head toward the other side of the bed, Leanna realized the man had already left.

Resting on the nearby table lay what looked like a placed note.

Rising from the bed, she felt the blanket slide down her shoulders, revealing the scattered marks their wild night had left across her skin.

After quickly putting her clothes on, she reached for the paper lying on the table.

Only then did she realize it wasn't a note he left at all. Instead, it was a check written for ten million.

A stunned pause settled over Leanna as the realization sank in.

Could the Spencer family truly be this wealthy?

She knew almost nothing about the true scale of the Spencer family's fortune, but one thing she understood perfectly-Carl could never scrape together ten million. Even coming up with a couple million would have drained him dry.

Yet the man from last night had written out ten million as casually as if it were spare change.

Shaking off the spiraling thoughts, she suddenly felt an odd hollowness spread through her chest.

By leaving that check behind... had he meant to cut things off completely, ensuring they would never cross paths again?

The idea made a quiet laugh slip from her lips.

When she thought about it, the arrangement made perfect sense.

After all, what they shared had been nothing more than a fleeting, reckless encounter.

One single night had earned her a check worth ten million-no matter how she calculated it, she had clearly come out ahead.

From here on out, all she needed to do was remain in her own world and make sure she never crossed his path again.

With that money in hand, she was certain she would finally have the means to strike back at Carl and the entire Wheeler family.

After sorting through her thoughts, Leanna folded the check carefully and headed straight for the bank to cash it.

It wasn't a scam after all.

That check for ten million was completely valid and could truly be withdrawn.

What troubled her instead was the way she walked-an obvious limp betraying her, every step sending a dull, pulsing ache through her lower body, as though the strain of the previous night had left her bruised and swollen.

Just then, her phone vibrated with a message from Emilio.

Across the screen appeared a short command. "Come back."

Moments later, another notification appeared-a video he had forwarded.

Within the footage, the gleam of a knife suddenly appeared, its blade creeping forward with chilling deliberation toward someone just out of view.

A moment later, the camera angle shifted, revealing Leanna's mother, Melody Wheeler, lying unconscious in a hospital bed, fragile and motionless, her body surrounded by a tangle of medical tubes. Hovering just above her wrist, the knife glinted, its blade swaying with quiet menace.

Shock slammed into Leanna, her eyes flying wide as the horrifying sight sank in.

A new voice message abruptly appeared on her screen. Emilio's cold, threatening voice rang out. "Did you see that? You have thirty minutes to come back. If you're even a minute late, I'll carve a mark into your mother's wrist. Got it?"

Inside, Leanna seethed with fury at the monster he had become, her fingers tightening around the phone. Anger flared in her gaze, making her eyes burn with fierce intensity.

Ten years ago, a devastating car crash had nearly claimed Melody's life-she had thrown herself forward to shield Leanna, and the impact had left her trapped in a vegetative state ever since.

All these years, the Wheeler family had been the one paying for Melody's hospital bills.

Emilio understood perfectly that the moment Melody's condition remained in his hands, Leanna would have no choice but to return.

And just as expected, she would come back.

With a steady breath, she sent Emilio a brief message before dragging her aching body toward the roadside to flag down a taxi.

...

From the upper floor of the bank building, Wesley stood before the towering window.

Below, through the glass, he watched Leanna struggle slightly as she climbed into the waiting taxi.

Against the surface of the sleek black desk, his fingers tapped in a slow, thoughtful rhythm.

A shadowed intensity settled in his gaze.

Never had he imagined that last night had been her first time.

She was his first as well, and at the start his movements carried a hint of uncertainty.

Yet once their bodies finally met, the dizzying pleasure swallowed every trace of hesitation, and he found himself unable to stop as one heated moment slipped seamlessly into the next.

By the time it ended, her fingers trembled weakly against the rumpled bedsheets, barely able to hold on.

To her, the night had at some point become nothing short of a grueling trial of endurance.

Though it was her very first time and he hadn't exactly been gentle, she stubbornly pressed her lips together, biting down hard to keep even the faintest cry of pain from escaping.

A quiet stab of remorse stirred inside him when he realized how much she must have endured.

As he stood quietly before the wide glass window, Wesley's gaze slowly sharpened. Shifting back a little, he murmured her name under his breath as if savoring its sound. "Leanna Wheeler... the Wheeler family, huh? Now that's interesting."