Enchanted By The Disguise Heiress

Kyson Cooper propped himself up on the bed.

His hair fell in lazy curls.

Next to him, a woman rested her arm on his abs.

When he shifted, her eyes snapped open, wide and startled, as if she were a scared rabbit. Despite their beauty, there was a naive simplicity in her gaze.

A flicker of distaste crossed Kyson's refined features.

Eliza Scott, equally taken aback, blurted out, "Uncle Kyson?"

Then, in a flurry of sudden panic, she glanced down at herself.

Hickeys dotted every inch of skin.

Eliza checked herself out and realized she'd done it.

When she glanced down, Kyson's gaze fixed on her.

Eliza, barely in her twenties, possessed a gentle beauty and a slim build, embodying the innocent charm many men found appealing.

Under the quilt, however, Kyson could sense her well-defined curves.

A shadow of irritation crossed Kyson's face.

Sensing his growing annoyance, Eliza looked up and shifted slightly.

The soft caress of her skin against his tensed muscles stirred a sense of desire within him.

"Fuck off!"

Kyson's voice was low and firm.

Eliza, hearing him, immediately tried to compose herself, her body tensing and her shoulders curling inward, making her collarbone stand out sharply.

She appeared utterly vulnerable.

"Uncle Kyson, was I that drunk?" she began, her long, soft black hair cascading over her shoulder, covering part of her fair chest. "It's all Rhett's fault. He kept pushing drinks on me."

There was a hint of sorrow in her tone as she confessed, "I can't handle my liquor well."

Yet, Rhett Bailey, her fiancé, seemed indifferent to this, continuously filling her glass without concern.

Kyson, clearly annoyed, pushed her away. As he got out of bed and slipped into his robe, he instructed, "Get dressed and leave."

At his words, Eliza could only muster a frightened "hmm" in response.

Nevertheless, she dressed at a leisurely pace. After she put on her bra and shirt, she lifted the quilt, and then looked up at Kyson with a blend of confusion and despair. "Uncle Kyson..." she uttered, feeling lost.

Kyson's gaze followed hers, landing on a bloodstain on the bedsheet.

His expression immediately darkened, his handsome face now stern.

Kyson wasn't actually Eliza's uncle. She called him that because her fiancé, Rhett, was his nephew, and she chose to address him in the same manner.

Kyson didn't really remember much about her. He was aware she was the Scott family's sole heiress. Despite her parents passing away, she came from a wealthy background.

However, he found little to admire in a woman who seemingly lacked personal boundaries.

"I'll have someone drive you home," he offered, his tone not as sharp as before.

Upon hearing his softer approach, Eliza glanced down, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, concealing the quick shift of emotion in her eyes. She dressed herself contentedly and headed out, her steps uneven.

Her steps were hindered by a noticeable limp as she made her way.

She had a disability.

In Aneson, everyone was aware of this, so those who desired her family's wealth refused to marry her, fearing ridicule as her spouse.

Descending the stairs, Kyson's assistant was at her side in an instant, offering support when her balance faltered.

"Are you alright?" the assistant inquired, securing her stance.

Eliza simply nodded, her gaze drifting back to Kyson.

He stood by the door, his expression cold, his attention pointedly on her leg.

The night before, when they were having sex on the bed, her disability didn't seem apparent.

"Sorry to trouble your assistant," she offered, with a soft, apologetic smile, catching his scrutinizing look.

Kyson remained silent.

Eliza chose not to say anything further, realizing Kyson's feelings for her were not favorable. Rather than subject herself to further embarrassment, she quietly walked away.

After she had gone, Kyson picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Find out who Rhett was with last night."

He wondered where Rhett had been instead of looking after his intoxicated fiancée.

While she was heading home, Eliza's phone rang.

The caller ID showed it was her old friend, Makenzie Dixon.

Eliza decided not to pick up and simply waited.

When the call went unanswered, Makenzie texted Eliza instead.

Eliza opened the message with a faint smile.

It contained a photo of a bathtub.

Scented candles flickered at the bathtub's edge, while rose petals scattered over the water and the surrounding floor.

A man's chest was soaked in the foamy bubbles, with a woman's body pressed closely against him.

It conveyed a clear sense of intimacy.

Having suspected their affair, Eliza felt unfazed by Makenzie's attempt to upset her.

But the phone rang again.

This time, Eliza picked up.

With a moan, the voice on the other end taunted, "Eliza, how was the guy last night?"

Eliza stayed quiet.

Makenzie persisted in her taunting. "Rhett got you drunk and left you outside last night just to be with me. You must be feeling terrible. Sadly, Rhett can't be bothered with your tears. He's still in bed with me."

Click!

Eliza hung up the phone and softly ran her fingers over its surface.

She could almost sense Makenzie's belief that she had everything under control.

This pleased Eliza.

Without rushing, she crafted a post meant for someone special on social media.

Meanwhile, Makenzie, witnessing Eliza hang up, couldn't suppress a chuckle.

The man beside her nibbled at her ear, teasing, "Don't you think you're being a bit wicked?"

"It's fine. Eliza's been easy to manipulate since we were kids. She's bound to just take it, considering both the Scott and Bailey families' interests," Makenzie retorted with confidence. Then, turning to face Rhett, she wrapped her arms around his neck. "Once you take over the Scott Group, ditch her and marry me."

Rhett embraced her reassuringly. "Don't worry. How can I forget you?"

Content with his assurance, Makenzie smiled.

Meanwhile, Eliza, now tasked with overseeing the Scott Group, donned a mask before heading to the office.

An assistant greeted her with a wheelchair. After a short rest in the lounge, she donned a hat and mask and was wheeled into the meeting room.

The senior executives, already assembled, noted their boss's consistent disguise with a hat and mask.

She would only occasionally reveal her face after leaving the company grounds, a quirk they had all grown accustomed to.

Following the meeting, Eliza made her way back to the Scott family home.

On her way, Eliza got a call from Rhett. "I need you at Nexus Group."

Then he just hung up without giving any details.

She told the driver to head there.

As they drove, she shared her location live, but only that someone special could see it.

Leaning against the window, Eliza started to doze off.

She was dealing with a hangover from drinking too much the night before. Her health wasn't the best, and the wild sex last night had taken its toll on her.

Suddenly, a loud crash jolted her awake. The driver's airbag deployed with a pop.

Eliza, sitting in the back, couldn't avoid the impact. The airbag of the luxury car unfolded, covering her completely.

After a quick check, she looked up to see a red Maserati in front of them.

It had an odd-looking car bumper on the front that seemed out of place.

The driver, a woman in a red dress and high heels, stepped out and started snapping pictures of Eliza with her phone.

Eliza recognized her immediately and asked, feigning panic, "Makenzie, what are you doing?"

With a smirk, Makenzie responded, "The man I arranged claimed he didn't sleep with you last night. So, who was it? I've been looking all day and still have no clue. How about we share your photos and see if he comes forward?"

Then she reached out and ripped Eliza's clothes, exposing the marks on her neck.

"Looks like you had a wild night. These marks have turned purple," Makenzie noted with a mix of awe and sarcasm.

She was eager to snap some photos.

Eliza, appearing embarrassed yet powerless, tried to block the camera with her hand. It didn't help. After a few futile attempts, she let her arms fall, resigned.

Makenzie couldn't hide her amusement at the sight.

The photos made it online, but only for a brief moment before they were taken down.

This piqued Makenzie's curiosity.

She stood by the car, tampering with her phone, and shot a piercing glance as she demanded, "Hey, what did you do to my account? I can't post these photos now."

Eliza, with a slight smile, barely glanced in her direction.

Out of nowhere, a car sped toward them.

It came so quickly. Makenzie was hit and sent flying dozens of feet, landing on a distant lawn, still.

Eliza was in shock.

After hitting Makenzie, the car slowly backed up.

Behind the wheel was Kyson's assistant, Rylan Higgins, who had driven her home last night.

Kyson was in the back seat, looking on.

Feeling like this was a stroke of bad luck, he glanced at Eliza through the half-lowered window and instructed his assistant, "Change the car."

Rylan immediately arranged for a replacement car to be brought over after the incident.

Following that, he got in touch with both the police and the insurance company, which soon attracted a crowd to the scene.

Makenzie, who stood rooted to the vehicle lane and then ended up being thrown onto the lawn, turned into the butt of her friends' jokes.

On the other hand, none of Eliza's photos were made public.

Rylan then assisted Eliza out of the wreckage and into a Porsche.

Fear was still visible on her face.

"Thank you," she murmured to Kyson, who was seated beside her.

Having spent many years in Aneson, she was well aware that Kyson's reputation as the "Prince of Aneson" was not just because of his looks and wealth but also due to his intelligence and sophistication.

Rumors circulated that his maternal family had underworld ties, and from a young age, Kyson was influenced by those underworld connections. Upon taking over the family business, he navigated through dealings with political figures and gang leaders alike.

Even his grandfather had come to respect him as he matured.

Eliza had always known of Kyson's formidable reputation, yet witnessing it firsthand today solidified her belief in it.

He truly lived up to his name.

Constantly, she checked her phone for any news on the car accident, relieved to find none.

This absence of information spared her further complications.

It appeared Kyson had just concluded some business, looking sharp in his suit complemented by gold-rimmed glasses.

"You don't seem surprised," he suddenly said.

Eliza shook her head, her eyes wide with fear.

"What's the deal with the post?" Kyson's voice was icy.

Bewildered, Eliza whispered, "My phone got smashed..."

She gestured toward the smashed car, her face etched with panic.

"What's... What's wrong?" Her voice quivered with nervousness.

Kyson glanced at her briefly, his gaze momentarily lingering on her disheveled collar, memories of the previous night flashing through his mind.

He adjusted his tie and asked, "Did you sleep with me just to get back at Rhett?"

He had learned that Rhett had been unfaithful to Eliza with Makenzie.

"I was drunk. How could I possibly use you to get back at him?" Eliza quickly refuted.

Kyson wasn't convinced.

"You seem innocent, but I doubt you'd manage the senior executives of the Scott Group so well if you were truly naive." He raised an eyebrow, challenging her, "Isn't that right, Ms. Cripple?"

At the mention of "cripple," a flicker of anger passed through Eliza's eyes, yet she kept her composure.

Kyson watched her closely, as if putting her to the test.

After a moment, seeing her calm, he scoffed, "Seems that you're indeed an innocent pushover."

Eliza, wanting to clear the misunderstanding about her capabilities, clarified, "My grandmother calls the shots. I just follow her lead."

"Your grandmother is a wise woman," Kyson acknowledged. "Did she also tell you that we were meant to be engaged from the start?"

Eliza's eyes went wide in shock.

Kyson, seeing her reaction, gave a mocking smile and said, "I have no intention of marrying someone who will make me a laughingstock."

Feeling the warmth inside the car, he fidgeted with his tie before deciding to remove it.

Meanwhile, Eliza casually pushed a lock of hair behind her ear, unintentionally revealing her earlobe.

A faint bite mark was visible on it, a reminder of Kyson's actions the night before.

His gaze darkened at the sight, and he seemed to reconsider his stance. "But, having a bit of fun with you isn't out of the question," he remarked, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

Eliza stared at him, taken aback.

He then reached out, pulling her closer to him.

Rylan, the driver, tactfully raised the partition between them.

Suddenly, Eliza found herself sitting in Kyson's lap.

Amidst the sudden shift, she remembered how her collar had been ripped open earlier by Makenzie, who had stopped her for photos.

That explained why Kyson had been fussing with his tie, having noticed the tear himself.

Now, he could easily plant kisses along her collarbone.

As she ran her fingers through his hair, a spontaneous moan escaped her lips when he kissed her neck.

Kyson's laughter resonated in the confined space as he drew her in even closer, and before she knew it, her clothes were being removed.