Is She His Wife

"Miss, there isn't a room for you at home yet, according to Mister. Please stay here for a couple of days. When the marriage is canceled, we'll take you back. Miss, are you fine with it?"

"The presidential suite of Imperial Hotel lives up to its reputation. Everything here is premium! Yes, I'm totally fine with it!"

Vickie Muller took a glass of wine from the hand of the butler and gulped it down like drinking juice. Meanwhile, she blinked her big eyes and looked around.

She acted like a bumpkin who hadn't seen much of the world.

The butler looked contemptuous.

The second young lady was the daughter of Mr. Muller's first wife, who died young. She was raised by her uncle.

She was brought back because the Longmans wanted to cancel the marriage.

The Longman family was the most powerful clan in South City. They had extensive connections in the military, political, and business worlds.

This girl was blessed to have a betrothal with such a good family.

Unfortunately, a sparrow would not become a phoenix.

The youngest son of the Longman family didn't want Vickie, who lived in the countryside for over 20 years, and insisted on canceling their marriage.

If this didn't happen, Mr. Muller probably wouldn't have remembered this daughter.

The butler cleared his throat and continued, "Great, by the way, according to mister, you should change into this evening dress."

"My clothes are newly bought and fine!" Vickie said with feigned pride.

Her bright pink bubble dress looked rustic, and the poor-quality tulle had lost threads.

The butler's face twitched slightly, "This is your father's arrangement. You're a young lady and should not disgrace your family."

Vickie sneered in her heart.

Disgracing her family?

Her father didn't consider it disgraceful to leave her under another's roof and provided her with no financial support.

Now he found her rustic and disgracing!

Canceling marriage?

Whatsoever!

On the surface, Vickie smiled innocently, "I see, thank you."

The butler slightly bowed his head and handed the dress to her.

Vickie took the bag, walked to the bedroom, and soon heard a click from behind her.

The door was locked from outside.

She was shocked.

Her face turned cold as she looked around.

A high-definition camera was set up by the heart-shaped bed, and a pair of handcuffs were under the pillow.

Vickie threw the bag on the bed, and the evening dress fell out.

In fact, those were two pieces of sexy underwear.

She snorted and turned to leave.

All of a sudden, she felt dizzy and collapsed weakly to the floor.

She recalled what happened.

That glass of wine!

She was careful enough but still fell for it!

Just then, she heard the butler talking over the phone outside.

"All set, rest assured."

She looked at the flashing red light on the camera and gritted her teeth...

The butler finished the phone call and suddenly heard a ravishing moan from the bedroom.

"Ah, I'm feeling so hot and uncomfortable. Someone, help!"

He crooked his finger, and a big man came up. "She's all yours!" The butler said.

Without further ado, the brawny man opened the door and got in.

Vickie writhed on the bed, moaning incessantly.

"That's enough, I'm here to help you!" The brawny man closed the door and pounced on her with a lewd smile.

Vickie suddenly opened her eyes that flickered with coldness.

The man stiffened to see her abruptly sitting up and hauling at the wire of the camera.

His foot was roped in. The man stumbled and fell backward.

A sharp pain ensued as a heavy object fell on his leg.

"Watch out!" Vickie hid behind the curtain and laughed mischievously.

The man growled in pain.

Lowering his head, he saw a long, thick wire around his ankle. It was the camera that fell on his leg.

This girl was so cunning!

He unfastened the wire and got up to catch her.

Vickie dodged, and the brawny man got the curtain on his face.

Annoyed, he pulled down the curtain, but the girl was nowhere to be seen.

Just then, a small hand tapped him on the left shoulder. He looked to the left but found no one there.

All of a sudden, his right wrist was grabbed.

Click...

Vickie swiftly handcuffed him to the ledge.

"Bitch! Don't run!" The man reached out to catch her, but Vickie jumped away.

"Don't run? I'm not stupid."

With a smile, she picked up the bedsheet from the floor and opened the door.

Sitting outside, the butler was stunned to see Vickie coming out.

"Miss, you..."

No sooner had his voice died away than his head was covered by the bedsheet.

By the time he scrambled to pull it off, Vickie had pulled out the room card and smirked, "Bye!" She turned around and rushed out.

The room fell into darkness.

The butler got up to give chase. "Ow..." He ran into a coffee table in the front.

He hurriedly took out a walkie-talkie, "Miss Muller ran away! Stop her!"

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Vickie fled to the elevator and pressed the button to the 26th floor.

It was a banquet hall on that floor. In public, they could do nothing to her.

She calculated to herself.

However, the fight with the two men had consumed most of her energy.

Her legs felt weak, and she almost fell.

When the elevator door opened, she vaguely saw the entrance of the banquet hall.

The carvings on the door looked magnificent under the lights in the corridor.

She rushed over with all her might, flung herself on the door, and patted, "Open the door!"

Just then, the door of the other elevator opened, and people inside shouted, "Get her!"

Vickie pushed the door forcefully and anxiously.

Why was it so heavy?

All of a sudden, the door opened.

"Coming..." A robust arm stretched out and pulled her in.

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Someone yanked her into the room, and her head bumped into a solid chest.

A strong smell of hormones assailed her nostrils. It was masculine and irresistible.

Vickie touched the man and rubbed his chest.

His muscles felt big, solid, and good.

Wait, was he naked?

She raised her head and saw the handsome face of a stranger.

He had a high nose bridge, a firm jaw, and deep eyes that narrowed. His long eyelashes drooped, casting shadows on his eyes.

His face looked like a perfect artifact.

She couldn't help but swallow.

"Handsome guy, I..."

"It's you." The man slightly opened his thin lips.

Her?

"Five years apart, you have the guts to come back?"

Vickie was even more surprised. Why wouldn't she dare to come back?

Even though she was not acknowledged by her family, she had the right to come back!

Before she could react, the man threw her on the bed.

Passionate kisses then rained down.

"Mmm..."

The man was aggressive, domineering, and arrogant.

The drug in her system was instantly activated, and a stream of heat rose from her lower abdomen.

"Mmm! Help!"

She tried to push him away, but when her hands touched his cool body, it felt so good that she couldn't help moving closer to the man.

"Vicky, you want it, I knew it!"

The man suddenly ripped open her dress.

Just then, there came a fit of rapid knocks on the door.

Vickie snapped back to her senses.

The man on top of her was grabbing her leg, and their naked bodies were stuck together.

She abruptly lifted her leg to kick him.

The man grunted in pain.

As he fell to the side, Vickie leaped off the bed and grabbed her clothes, ready to take flight.

When she just placed her hand on the door knob, the butler shouted outside, "Miss?"

Taken aback, she loosened her hand.

Hesitating, she suddenly felt a weight on her waist. An arm wrapped around her and flipped her over.

"Trying to escape?"

Her thin back hit the door, and she groaned in pain.

Those out there seemingly heard her voice and pounded the door heavily.

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Vickie felt desperate.

Now she was between a pack of wolves and a tiger.

This was it!

In the room, the man kissed her passionately, anxious to chew her up.

She pushed his head desperately and spoke in a coquettish voice, "Someone is here!"

"Looking for you? Your servants?"

"No, not really..."

"Then what are you nervous about?"

The butler snarled outside, "Pry it open!"

Startled, she hurriedly grabbed the man's arm. There was a hint of pleading in her eyes.

He snorted, "Beg me?"

"Please!"

"How are you going to beg me?" He arched his pretty brow, "You know what I want!"

Vickie gritted her teeth.

Shameless!

But now, her enemies outside were stronger.

She suddenly curled up her lips, and her eyes flickered seductively.

Throwing her arms around his neck, she lifted her head and kissed him.

Her ruddy mouth reached out, and she ventured to lick him clumsily like a kitten drinking water. The man was tantalized.

This woman always pleased him with such techniques.

He lifted her, but she looked away. Her aggrieved eyes landed on the door.

The man sneered, "You're still so cunning and avoiding any loss!"

Vickie thought to herself. Man, who knew you!

He pushed her to the rear and suddenly opened the door.

Outside, several men were holding instruments and bending down to pick the lock. As the door opened abruptly, they almost barged in.

When they raised their heads and saw the man, they were all shocked.

"Mr..."

"Get lost!" He snarled fiercely.

Without the guts to say another word, those men fled, scratching and scrambling.

He turned back, only to find Vickie gone.

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He took two steps inside the room and stood still, shouting, "Vicky, come out, I know you're here!"

Suddenly, he felt pain in the back of his head.

He narrowed his eyes and fell forward.

"Pervert! Shameless!"

Vickie kicked him heavily in the back, picked up his shirt, draped it over her shoulders, and turned to leave.

When the door just opened, a deep, hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.

"You won't stay a while longer?"

Vickie stiffened and slowly turned back, only to find the man standing behind her.

Didn't she knock him out?

He could still stand up. Was he a cockroach?

She grinned, "I'd rather not. It's late, thank you, handsome guy, bye!"

She turned around to run but got caught.

"You fooled me like this five years ago. Do you think I'll fall for it again?"

"Ah!" Vickie screamed.

She was tossed back into the room the next second.

"What... what are you doing? I don't know you. Man, you found the wrong person, eh?"

The statuesque man bore down on her overbearingly.

"Wrong person? Vicky, I'll never forget your face!"

"I'm average. Dude, do you have prosopagnosia... ah!"

Vickie screamed out.

Then the mixed sounds of crying, moaning, and breathing came out.

It felt like drifting in the sea. Sometimes, she rode the tide. Sometimes, she sank to the bottom. In the end, she chose to follow the wave.

It was a restless night.

At dawn, she was exhausted and passed out. Only then did the man stop, let go of her and get off the bed.

A pitter-patter then came out of the bathroom.

Vickie abruptly opened her eyes, endured the pain, stood up, and saw her bad shape in the mirror.

She couldn't help but curse the man inwardly!

Grimacing in pain, she dragged her body to pick up the shirt and covered her body.

Picking up her purse and cell phone from the bedside, she crept towards the door.

Before leaving, she thought for a while, took out 100 yuan from her purse, wrote down two words, and threw the money on the bed.

She gently opened the door, went out, and quietly closed it.

Following a deep sigh, she turned around and ran off.

Outside the elevator, her cell phone rang. She rejected it without checking the caller ID.

The elevator door opened, and out came a man with amorous eyes. "Why isn't Chad answering my call?" He muttered.

Vickie kept her head low and brushed past him.

Then the elevator door closed.

The man wandered to the room that Vickie had just come out of and knocked on the door, "Chad, here I am! Open the door!"

"Get your ass in!" An angry growl came out.

The man pushed the door open, arched his brow, and smiled frivolously.

"Geez, are you scratched by a cat? Chad, finally, you got laid! I tell you what, you can't suppress it. It's bad for your health..."

"Shut up!" Wrapped in a towel, Chad Longman gnashed his teeth on the sofa.

"What's this?" The man with amorous eyes followed his gaze to look over and picked up a 100-yuan bank note from the tea table.

On it wrote two big words, 'Prostitution Fee'.

The man couldn't help but laugh, "What is this? Someone ravished you? The noblest son of Junction City was taken for a pimp?"

Chad gritted his teeth, and a dangerous glint crossed his eyes, "You have half an hour to find her!"

"Come on, forget it, it's just a woman. You had fun, why bother..."

"Jackson, if you can't find her, get out of Junction City and go back to Elwood's house!"

"Seriously? Who could piss you up like this?"

"Vicky."

"What? Who?" Jackson Elwood was shocked.

Vicky Mansfield came back after five years? And she slept with Chad?

Holy cow, this was sensational!

Chad narrowed his eyes and slightly curled up his lips to smirk, "Vicky, you won't escape this time!"

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