Forced Married to the Ugly Billionaire

Chapter 001

Nicole

The Infinite Hotel and Casino, one of the town's budget-friendly gambling spots, was, if I remember correctly, an unlicensed joint in New York. Unfortunately, I worked there as a cocktail server.

As I pulled down the hem of my black mini skirt to cover more of my thighs, I scanned the room with squinted eyes. The lights above were low, creating a glow from the many twinkling slot machines, which made me cringe at the noise.

I started working here three months ago because my stepmom insisted; if I had said no, they would have stopped funding my niece Andrea's leukemia treatment. Andrea, my late sister Camille's daughter who died in an accident, relies solely on me. So, I was determined to do everything I could to help her fight this serious illness.

Getting used to the lively colors and the constant buzz of the slot machines was tough-I can't really describe the sound. It wasn't music, but it wasn't just noise either. It was like a mechanical symphony-tinkling, clanking, with random beeps and short tunes. It was the sound of a hundred slot machines in action. I made my way to the center where the craps tables, poker, blackjack, and roulette were buzzing with activity.

There, I noticed the old man who had asked for his vodka for the sixth time. He looked pretty drunk and wobbly. His bloodshot eyes were glued to the cards in his hands, and he had an angry look on his face. After all, gambling was no joke.

I hesitated to hand him his order, but then he caught my eye with a tilt of his head. "Come over here," he beckoned, waving me closer, and with a trembling hand, I complied, delivering his order. "Sit beside me. I need a lucky charm right now." he said.

Obediently, I took the seat next to him. He slid a glass toward me, filled with an orange-colored liquid, and urged me to drink. I refused with a shake of my head. "No, thanks, Sir. But we're not allowed to drink while working."

"Oh, come on. It's just an orange gin spritz. It won't make you drunk." he chuckled, but his laughter was cut short when he lost a bet. "Damn it!" he cursed, and in my fright, I grasped the glass and took a sip. He was right; it tasted like an ordinary orange juice, yet so addictive that I hadn't noticed the glass was now empty.

The old man grinned when he noticed that the glass in front of me was already consumed. ''Come and sit on my lap,'' he commanded again, tapping his thick thighs, and I shook my head, refusing this time.

''I'm sorry, sir, but I won't sit on your lap. It's not a part of my job.'' I whispered softly, lowering my gaze on my lap. His hand started to move on my thigh, traveling its way up to the hem of my skirt. I dodged his hand as I abruptly stood up from my seat.

''Bitch!'' He gulped down the vodka I had served and seized my arm, causing me to wince from the pain.

''Let me go, you pervert!'' I pulled my hand away from his grasp, and immediately after, the sound of shattering glass and scattering gambling chips filled the air as he hurled curses in my direction.

''You're just an employee here, so you have to follow every client's request, do you understand?'' he growled, his gaze piercing through me. ''Don't you dare embarrass me in front of my friends, or you will regret not following any of my orders!''

I stayed quiet, staring at the ground. This wasn't the job I signed up for. I accepted this job for my niece, even though the situation was risky. Every night, I dealt with annoying customers, but I usually managed to dodge them. Yet, this old man was particularly nasty and hard to deal with.

When I finally looked up, he was towering over me. His breath reeked of alcohol and hit me in the face as I tried to get help from the other patrons. But they just watched us like it was some kind of show. The old man's words were slurred, clearly showing how much vodka he had consumed.

''Answer me, you fucking bitch!'' He demanded in a bellowing voice that made me flinch away.

''Y-yes, Sir...'' I stammered and internally reprimanded myself for showing him how scared and nervous I was, and for agreeing to what he wanted to do to me.

I was suddenly taken aback when his hand moved and slapped me on the face, and his large hand gripped my throat and throttled me, causing me to gasp in horror. I clasped my hands around his arm in a desperate bid to pull it away and began to desperately inhale for air.

Tears welled up in my widening eyes as I stared into the raging dark eyes of the pervert old man.

"What's happening here?" a voice echoed across the room. It was unmistakably my manager's voice. She hurried over, and rather than defending me, she grabbed my hair and pulled me away from the old man, causing me to cry out in pain. "You, bitch! Apologize to him, right now!" she demanded.

I shook my head in disbelief. She expected me to apologize to him without even understanding the full story.

"So, what's your plan with her, Mr. Pariscova?" Debra asked, holding my hair tightly as she spoke to the unpleasant old customer.

"I won't take this any further if you let me spend the night with this gorgeous lady." he said with a wicked grin, his gaze scanning my body, making me feel a wave of revulsion.

His eyes were filled with dark desire, and as he walked closer to me, I stiffened. I hitched my breath when I felt his hand squeeze my asscheek.

I couldn't shake off the intense feelings of disgust and filth. My thoughts drifted to Homer, my ex-boyfriend who had been seduced by my stepsister. What would he think of a woman he saw as tainted and dirty? But honestly, it didn't matter anymore. He fell for Kendra's trap, and now he was definitely my ex.

"You,fucking pervert!" My anger towards Homer just kept growing, and before I knew it, my left foot shot out, kicking the old man right in the groin. He yelped in pain, clutching himself, and shot me a furious look.

The pain in my scalp grew as Debra pulled my hair harder, and then she started to drag me out of the room. ''You're going to pay for this, you slut!'' she roared on my face.

"Help!" I cried out, but the onlookers, as usual, just watched. "Please, help me!"

Yet, no one stepped forward to prevent my manager from pulling me towards the elevator. My vision blurred with tears, and I couldn't see which floor we had reached. As the doors opened, she shoved me into a dimly lit corridor.

"You can't force me to do what you want!" I exclaimed, my voice trembling as I retreated a few steps from her. "I'm quitting. I don't want to be here. I don't want to work in this illegal casino anymore!"

"Really?" Her lips curled into a mischievous smirk as she pulled out her phone from her pants' pocket and dialed a number. "Sylvia, your stepdaughter wants to quit her job. What do you think about that? What do you want me to do to her?"

Debra activated the speakerphone, and my stepmother's voice boomed through the halls.

"You want to resign from your job? Fine, go ahead! And I'll cut off your niece's treatment!" she threatened, her voice loud and furious.

"No, please!" I pleaded into the phone. "Mom, please don't do this to me!"

But the call had already disconnected. Debra spun around and strode into the elevator, and I chased after her.

"Wait!" I shouted, but a wave of dizziness overcame me. I became acutely aware of my racing heartbeat and the excessive sweat on my skin. My muscles tensed, and my jaws tightened.

"Wait for your client, my dear." Debra's voice echoed, growing fainter. With my vision blurring, I watched as the elevator doors shut, and she vanished from view.

"No!" My voice emerged as a hoarse, barely audible whisper. The sound of my breathing grew louder in my ears, and I closed my eyes, desperately trying to understand what was happening.

''How do you feel, sweetie?'' the voice of the old man echoed in my ear, and when I opened my eyes, they expanded when I spotted him standing right before me. ''How do you feel about the drug I mixed in your drink?''

Chapter 002

Nicole

What did this man say? He drugged me? The orange gin spritz had drugs in it. Shit!

''Don't you dare come near me! Stay in your place, you pervert!" As I fought to regain my composure, my voice grew fainter. My heart pounded so furiously within my chest it felt surreal, as if I had just finished running a marathon.

My heart continued to race uncontrollably, and I realized it was the drug causing my rapid heartbeat. I held my breath as the understanding struck me overwhelmingly.

"Be a good girl, sweetheart, so that nothing bad will happen to you, understand?'' The old man's tone suggested he was attempting to soothe a child. "I will be gentle to you, don't worry..."

I moved back away from him. Before I could even realize it, I was already cornered between him and the walls. His grin widened as he kneeled down, grabbing my ankles.

My lips quivered as I began to push him away from me. ''No!'' I scratched and clawed at his skin and even his ugly wrinkled face, kicking him on his big belly, causing him to fall down. "Don't touch me! Fucking bastard!"

Seizing the opportunity, I rose from the ground. My surroundings were a blur-my sight, my hearing, my voice. Yet, I managed to escape from him, rounding the corner and trying the knobs of each ro in search of one that was unlocked.

''Oh, God! Please...''

I prayed silently, hoping to find a room where I could hide.

Fortunately, I found one, and as I hurried inside, I quickly closed the door behind me, pressing my hand over my mouth to silence any sound.

''You're here...'' My eyes widened, and my breath caught as I heard a deep, velvety voice in the dark room.

Suddenly, the person to whom the voice belonged was standing before me. I could discern this from the looming shadow and the overpowering scent of musk cologne mingled with citrus soap. It was intense, yet I found myself enamored with it. For reasons unknown, I was drawn to his scent.

I was immobilized as his warm breath, tinged with a hint of mint, brushed against my face. The intoxicating scent of his nearness, coupled with the heat emanating from his body, sent shivers throughout my being.

The drug that was flowing through my veins was making it hard for me to control what I was doing and feeling. I felt that my brain was not functioning normally, accompanied by a euphoric sensation akin to being on a high.

The words he uttered caused me to freeze momentarily.

I'm here?

What did he mean by that? Had he been anticipating my arrival in this room?

I recoiled slightly as his calloused finger traced my face. The contrast between his rough skin and my smooth one unexpectedly brought a pleasant sensation.

''No...'' I attempted to stop him, but he captured my mouth, swallowing my protest as he started kissing me. I fought at first because I did not recognize the man, and I could not understand why he was kissing me. And I could not understand myself more as to why on earth I was allowing it. Why was I allowing him to kiss me?

I realized that the drug had fully taken effect on my body when my arms involuntarily wrapped around the man's neck and I kissed him back with equal fervor, which caused him to groan lowly. Sweat began to break out all over my body, which started feeling heavy, and my muscles ached.

I bit my lower lip when his lips started to travel down, and they lowered until he reached my neck. I moaned when he began licking every spot and then sucked on it.

It felt as though hot magma was being poured over my entire body, causing a thin layer of sweat to form on my skin, and the lust I was feeling just wouldn't go away.

Then the man's lips captured mine again.

I need his touch. I want his kiss. Kissing and touching every inch of my skin was exactly what I needed right now.

The man gradually dragged me towards the bed without pulling away from the kiss. The room was dark, and it was impossible for me to see his face, but I was aware that this man was attractive.

I almost yelped when we fell on the bed with me hovering over him. He continued to attack my lips, and I moaned against his mouth. He pulled my top over my head, and I felt my breasts rub against his firm chest.

He switched our positions, rolling me over so that he was on top of me. My breath hitched when he lowered his head and captured one of my painfully erect nipples. He played the other one with his thumb and index, while he continued to suck mme,which caused me to clench my thighs.

I moaned with pleasure, and my body froze when his lips reached the waistband of my underwear.

I wanted to stop him, but my body loved what his lips and hands were doing to me.

I had avoided the old man's attempt to abuse me, but here I was, giving in to a complete stranger. Tonight, I was unsure of my own identity.

The way I breathed against his skin, the breathy, innocent sounds that left my mouth as he planted wet kisses onto my skin led me to believe that it wasn't actually me, but rather someone else who had assumed control of my entire body.

The man's fingers explored every inch of my bare skin, as well as his mouth, and I just allowed him. His lips worked like magic over my skin, leaving me wanting them even more.

He began to remove the last material from my body before I felt his burning kisses around my wet folds, and I responded with pleasured groans and moans.

.

''Oh, please...'' I pleaded, my voice husky, and seconds later, he sucked my clit, and I screamed out loud. His hands holding my legs tightened as he kept them in place, all while he licked, sucked, flickered, and explored his tongue in every inch of me.

My hands reached out for his hair, and I pulled it when I felt my entire body start to shake, indicating that I was close. My heart thumped faster as I felt something explode inside me.

Before I could even recover from the high that I was feeling for the first time, he moved to hover on top of me and pushed something hard inside me before I felt a burning pain inside me, making me gasp.

''What the fucking hell...'' he growled but continued moving on top of me. ''Damn it!'' he cursed loudly as he slowly pushed in and out of me.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to reduce the pain, but the fact that I could no longer turn back time made a tear roll out of my eye.

Tonight, I let this man take me. I had just given my first time to a complete stranger, and I felt an overwhelming urge to cry out of regret.

Chapter 003

Nicole

Upon opening my eyes, I was greeted by darkness outside, and the first thing I noticed was the long, heavy object resting on my stomach.

I blinked several times, straining to recall the events of the previous night and my current whereabouts.

Shaking my head gently, the memories remained elusive. Careful not to disturb the man sleeping beside me, I cautiously lifted his arm and rose to my feet, holding my breath all the while.

But then, I froze. My tender skin and fragile bones shrieked, begging me to halt my movements to prevent any breakage. I winced, carefully setting my feet on the ground.

The unexpected realization struck me upon seeing the various garments scattered across the floor. Suddenly, as if a great weight had descended upon my shoulders, the reality of the situation became clear as the events started to resurface in my memory.

I slept with a complete stranger last night!

Overwhelmed by panic and regret, I hurried to gather my clothes and got dressed quickly. I disregarded the throbbing in my head and clenched my legs tightly as the memories of what had happened replayed incessantly in my mind.

Before advancing towards the door, my instincts urged me to glance at the stranger's face with whom I had sex last night. I gently returned to bed and gazed down at the man's face, who lay there sleeping peacefully.

His dark brown hair was messy, which I was pulling tightly last night while he was eating me out. I couldn't help but feel the warmth spreading across my face at that distinct thought of what he did to me last night.

His hair cascaded freely across his forehead, and my gaze drifted down to his long, thick lashes. Although his eyes were hidden from view, I was captivated by the sight of his handsome face. My intuition was correct; he was indeed gorgeous, even though I hadn't seen his face last night.

His arms appeared muscular, yet not overly so. He was lean and tall, and I swallowed when my eyes landed below his abs, which were only covered with sheets.

My eyes widened as he stirred in his sleep. Before he could notice me, I tiptoed to the door, gently opened it, and slipped out in utter silence.

...............*****..............

"What the hell have you done, Nicole?" echoed my stepmother's angry voice through the living room as I opened the front door. Her gaze swept over me, taking in my disheveled appearance. ''Where the fuck have you been all night?" she demanded, yanking me into the house so forcefully that a part of my clothing was torn, exposing my shoulders as well as my bare back.

I am the second daughter of the Summers family and lived with my parents and sister Camille in a beautiful house during our youth. However, after my mother's passing, my father, who showed me no affection, remarried Sylvia. They soon had Kendra, my stepsister, who quickly became my arch-rival. My father assumed control of my mother's estate, relishing the wealth she had left, and even transferred some of her assets to Kendra and Sylvia.

Kendra, descending the stairs, froze, her mouth agape and her brown eyes widening at the sight of the marks and bruises on my skin. ''Mom! Did you see all of that? Have you noticed the kiss marks covering her body? It was so obvious that she had sex with someone last night! Oh my God! I can't believe that she's a slut like her mother!''

No. Not my mother!

I bit my lower lip to keep from lashing out, then glanced down to adjust my dress and hair, ensuring the marks were concealed. After composing myself, I turned slowly to face my stepmother, who was glaring at me with a murderous gaze.

''You're a bitchy slut for sleeping with a stranger last night, and to make a protest about pleasing the casino guest!'' Sylvia hissed, and to my dismay, she raised her hand to strike me. I stepped back, dodging her swing, which only fueled her fury. "Because of your actions with the guest and the loss of a well-paying job, I can't afford your niece's treatment any longer! I'll just let her die, do you understand?!" she snarled, her voice icy as she hurled cruel words at me. ''That's your punishment for being such a slutty whore!''

Sylvia began to walk away, but I halted her by seizing her hand, which she instantly withdrew as though scorched by my grasp. "Please, Mom... don't do this to Andrea. I'm begging you, please..." I implored, my voice trembling. "Please... I... I'll do anything, everything... Just keep her treatment going. Help her live. Leukemia isn't a joke. She's dying, please..."

Upon hearing my words, she stopped in her tracks, a smirk spreading across her lips as if a pleasant thought had struck her. "You're willing to do anything?" she inquired, one eyebrow arched inquisitively, to which I nodded with hesitation. "Fine," she exhaled with exaggerated weariness, circling me with her arms crossed, her piercing dark eyes appraising me, sweeping over my form.

Kendra, standing before me with a triumphant smile, seemed to already know what her mom was about to tell me, her expression giving away her anticipation.

"I'm giving you another chance, so don't fail this time..." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she readied herself to share her thoughts. "I want you to marry the despised man from the Monroe family. You will take Kendra's place as the bride!" Sylvia declared. To say I was stunned would be putting it mildly. My heart ceased its rhythm, and I stood frozen in place.

Marry a man I've never met?

A man who was unattractive and despised?

"No..." I whispered, shaking my head in disagreement.

I am prepared to do anything, except this. Engaging in this kind of situation would risk my life and heart, and there's no turning back once it's done. I am aware that if I encounter any trouble from marrying the man in question, I will receive no assistance from them.