Love Cage: Fall Into CEO's Love Trick

"Miss Mu, congratulations! You're very healthy."

Seeing the doctor bow and smile at her, Yolande Mu snorted and left the check-up room.

'Do I need you to tell me if I'm healthy or not?' All she was here for was to accompany her best friend to have an abortion. The next thing she knew was that she was already surrounded by a group of men with black sunglasses.

Before she registered what just happened, she was being taken to have a physical examination.

However, her sternness didn't work on the men. In fact, her flirtations shot right pass them. Not only was she going to die from humiliation, but she was forced to sit through it all.

As she was forced to lie down on the table, she closed her eyes as she prepared herself for the shameful interrogation.

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

The doctor's words made her blush. Yolande Mu bit her lip and shook her head.

Yet, several pictures flashed in her mind, reminding her of what had happened to her that night. She was trapped by the person she trusted the most, and slept with a man she had never met. Until now, she still had no idea who the man was. Gritting her teeth in shame, Yolande Mu tried hard to hold back her tears.

She wished that the earth could swallow her right up.

Even as she left the consultation room, she clenched her fists and narrowed her eyes. 'What the hell is wrong with my luck?' she thought.

Bang!

Yolande Mu held her forehead as her face twisted in pain. She waited for her luck to slap her right back in the face, but when she lifted her gaze, she found herself mesmerized. She was met with the most handsome man alive.

His features suited him. He had dark hair that swept over his forehead, framing his face almost perfectly. His jawline was so sharp that it could cut through butter.

There was something about his eyes that she found herself drawn to. He gave off a certain wave of arrogance, as if he was expecting everyone to bow in his path.

"Who are you? I don't know you."

Yolande Mu's anger had dissipated, but she still had her guard up. She eyed the man warily, trying to prepare for his next move.

The man stood in front of her, staring into her eyes. Suddenly, he bent down and pressed his lips against her ear. "For someone who didn't know who I am, you sure were enthusiastic when you climbed into my bed that night."

She froze. In fact, it felt as if lightning had struck her, rendering her still.

The man's warm breath fanned against her neck, bringing back memories from that night. Sweat dribbled down her forehead, and her face flushed instantly.

It felt as if she was stuck in some trance. Suddenly, everything started to click together, and she forced a smile into her lips. "Well, you forced me to get a general check-up," she snapped. "So I guess we're even."

She was incredibly sharp-tongued.

The man's lips twitched. He approached Yolande as if she was a commodity who he was about to take off the shelves. "Physical examinations are necessary. I'm a clean freak," he said. "I should know what I'm getting into."

"Asshole! I was a virgin and then you fucked me." Yolande balled her hands into small fists. "Now, you decided to insult me. Tell me, what the hell do you want?"

"I want you to have a baby with me."

His words was like lightning. Yolande's jaw dropped almost immediately as she went into a choking fit. She blinked rapidly, trying to get a hold of herself. "Your joke isn't funny."

The man's face turned cold, and his lips formed a thin line. If looks could kill, she would've already dropped dead.

Her smile froze as she smacked her lips together. "Do you really care so much about what had happened that night? Is it your first time?"

He ignored her mocking words. "Would you really refuse me and stay with another man?"

"I have a fiance." She smiled sweetly.

"Bertram Wen? The one who fucked your best friend?" He sneered.

Yolande's face paled in an instant. Biting her lip, she raised her head stubbornly. "Sir, I don't care where you're getting at. I'll only marry the man I love, and I'll only provide a child for that man only."

"I'll make you fall in love with me." The man reached out and held her chin. His warm breath tickled the sides of her face. There was something about his eyes that drew her in, as if tempting her to fall into his arms.

"Um..." Yolande lowered her head quickly, trying to avoid his eyes. There was no way that she was going to fall for him just because of his deadly stare. "You look amazing. I don't think I can match up." She decided to go a different approach.

"I already know that," he said with certainty. "Don't worry. I think you're suitable enough to carry my child."

Yolande licked her lips tentatively.

"Well, my IQ is very low. You'll have a very stupid child."

"My genes are not only excellent, but they're also very dominant. I'm sure I can make up for all your flaws." He shrugged.

Yolande gritted her teeth, having enough of all of the crap. "Look, I'm not good-looking. I don't have any influence in any sector of this goddamned city. Why do you want me to have your baby?"

"I already have everything you've just said." He stared at her. "All I need is you."

She froze. Suddenly, she reached out to touch the man's forehead. "Well, you don't have a fever. Are you crazy?"

"As long as you give birth, then you can dream all you want." He grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. "And I can fulfill whatever your heart desires."

Yolande burst into laughter. The crazy night she had experienced was more than enough. She then raised her gaze.

"I won't give birth to your child unless you're threatening my life.

Are we clear?" The man finally let go of her. In fact, she could even see pity flashing in his eyes.

She didn't expect that it would be that easy to get rid of him. Shrugging, she turned to leave, but she stopped when she heard him say something else, "Give me a baby, and I will agree to any condition."

'How badly does he need a baby?'

Yolande turned and shook her head. "I don't need it."

"I'll be waiting for you to beg me," he called out.

She scoffed and continued walking. One night was enough. She had already sold her body to the devil, and she didn't want to go down the rabbit hole with him.

Beg him? That was impossible!

As she was striding away, her phone suddenly rang. Yolande took it out, glanced at the Caller ID, and shoved it back into her pockets.

Ever since that night, she had already distanced herself from Bertram Wen. She didn't expect that he would call up like this.

However, no matter how she tried to ignore it, her phone just kept ringing. Giving up, she finally answered.

In the Mu Mansion.

As soon as Yolande walked in, she could already tell something was wrong. Although her grandfather had just passed away, her family shouldn't be this quiet. Her father had just called her back. Was there something wrong?

"Dad, Aunt Jessie."

From a distance, she saw her father, Ron Mu, with a serious look on his face. Jessie Lin, the woman beside him, looked even much worse.

Yolande pursed her lips.

Before she could ask more, she saw documents scattered across the table.

'Grandpa's will?'

Yolande reached out for the documents. Her heart raced inside her chest.

'When did he construct a will?'

As she read through the paper, Yolande narrowed her eyes.

Suddenly she tore through the documents fiercely. She clenched her jaw and sprinkled it all over her father and Jessie Lin.

"You forged the will, didn't you?" she demanded.

Jessie Lin squared her shoulders and snorted.

"If you don't believe me, you can call Carl Lin."

Yolande took out her phone and dialed a number. "Of course I'll call him," she snapped. "Do you really think I'm that gullible?"

Her grandfather adored her. He wouldn't give her this problem.

Carl Lin was his grandfather's private lawyer. He was the one handling all of his legal affairs. Seeing that they both treated her very well, Yolande believed that he wouldn't collude with her father and Jessie Lin.

However, before Yolande even started, she could already hear Carl Lin sighing from the other end of the line. She paled completely.

"The old house of the Mu family is supposed to be your dowry, but the only requirement is that you get married immediately." Jessie Lin smirked. "Your grandfather is baffling indeed."

Yolande snorted. "It's a marriage. It's easy."

"You have a boyfriend?" Jessie was stunned before she smiled. "You mean Bertram?"

"And?"

"If so," Jessie continued. "Then I have to tell you that he doesn't belong to you anymore, dear. He belongs to Cathy Ye, your best friend."

Yolande's heart twitched, but she allowed herself to smile. "Him? Of course not! I already knew of this."

"What?" Jessie's jaw dropped. She tried to suppress herself as she rolled her eyes. "Except for him, who else can you marry?"

They were right. Who the hell was she going to marry?

However, seeing that Jessie's confidence was slowly faltering, Yolande continued to smile. "There are plenty of people who are dying to marry me. Do you really think I'd go for Bertram after what he did to me?"

Seeing the determined look in Yolande's face, Jessie couldn't help but glance at Ron worriedly. She forced a smile into her lips. "Then you'd better get hitched in three days. Otherwise, you won't be getting the Mu Mansion."

Three days?

The time limit was far too short.

Before she could say anything, Jessie added, "Yolande, all of this is stipulated in your grandfather's will, but even then, it's okay if you don't want to get married so soon."

She could already feel her legs shaking at the thought. To tell the truth, the news of marrying someone she didn't know made her uncomfortable. Yolande didn't even bother to read the entire will anymore. Besides, she was in no mood to argue with them.

"I'll get married in three days."

She turned around and was about to leave when she heard Jessie's voice. "I'll prepare your dowry."

Yolande scoffed. Her eyes were bright. "This house is going to be my dowry."

When she opened the door, a gust of cold wind kissed her face. Yolande stiffened before she walked out resolutely. Without another word, she left the Mu Mansion and rushed into the rain.

The night was dark, and the cold rain splattered all over her face. Her grandfather had died, the only person she ever considered as family left her. She had not even recovered from her grief, and she was smacked with another problem.

What she couldn't understand most was how her grandfather could do such a thing. He knew that the Mu Mansion was something she had always wanted. Her grandfather adored her. Why would he do that?

Hiss!

Suddenly, a harsh shriek broke into the wind. Yolande ran under the rain sadly. She was too distracted that she didn't even notice the car rushing over. She jumped back, stumbling over. Fortunately, the car hit the brakes just in time.

When the driver saw that he almost hit someone, he peered to see who it was. However, when he saw that it was Yolande, he froze. His veins bulged and the corners of his lips quivered as he grasped the steering wheel.

She gritted her teeth, glancing at the car that almost hit her.

Seeing that the car was worth a fortune, she didn't bother starting a fight. It wasn't worth it.

She shouldn't add things on her plate.

Once she left, no one followed her.

Sitting on the back seat of the black Maybach, Baron Gu stopped flipping through the documents. He slowly raised his head and narrowed his eyes when the car went to a halt. "What's wrong?" he asked lowly.

"Mr. Baron, I almost ran into Ms. Yolande just now." His voice was mixed with worry and uncertainty. Now, Yolande was already nowhere to be seen. In fact, he felt as if the incident was all a dream.

Baron Gu frowned. "Yolande?"

"Yes," the driver hesitated. "She seemed to be crying."

Baron Gu's lips twitched.

"Mr. Baron, should we see her?" he asked. "After all, she's–"

"No." Baron Gu sneered as he leaned back against his seat. As if nothing had happened, he continued to leaf through the documents in his hands. "We'll meet soon enough."

Yolande walked alone in the street. It was raining. She bit her lip tightly as her eyes shone with unshed tears.

The Mu Mansion was a wedding gift given from his grandfather to her parents. In fact, the mansion was the fruit of her grandfather's painstaking efforts as a young boy. It contained all of her childhood memories. She couldn't give it away.

She walked down the sidewalk, nearing a coffee shop. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and stared at the flashing signboard. This was the place she usually went with Bertram. It was the place she'd usually go to, to kill time.

Yolande pushed the doors open and walked straight to her usual place. However, when she arrived, she saw a man and a woman leaning intimately against each other on the sofa.

The man had a defined face with deep eyes and a high nose. He was wearing an expensive suit, which outlined his muscled physique. He was in the process of placing sugar cubes in the woman's coffee cup.

The woman was wearing the latest beige Dior dress. Her curly hair slid down her shoulders, framing her pretty face. She frowned slightly as her plump lips pouted in exasperation.

"We really don't need that much sugar." The woman held onto the man's arm, shaking it gently. Her voice matched one's that belonged to a spoiled child.

Yolande gritted her teeth as she paled in an instant. The corners of her mouth twitched. To see her own boyfriend and her best friend looking so sweet in the place where they used to sit and spend intimate time made her sick.

Noticing that Yolande was walking towards him, Bertram looked up and pursed his lips.

When he didn't answer, the woman beside couldn't help but see where he was looking at.

"Yolande?"

A trace of surprise flashed in the woman's face. She stood up awkwardly, not really knowing what to say.

Bertram held the woman's thin waist and stared at the newcomer.

"Cathy, my best friend." Yolande's lips trembled. "Well? What do you have to say?"

"I'm sorry..." Cathy blinked her eyes as her hands fidgeted.

"You think an apology is enough?" Yolande flushed red with anger. "You're pregnant with my boyfriend's baby!"

"I..." In the face of her accusation, Cathy's eyes were filled with tears. She sniffled, trying her best to restrain herself. She looked like a puppy who was kicked repeatedly much to Yolande's dismay. "We really do love each other–"

"Then why would you abort the child with my ID card?"

Yolande snarled. It was as if her heart had been struck by lightning. If it wasn't the fact that her card had been used, the man wouldn't have come to her.

"I don't want her to have a miscarriage, so I took away her ID card." Bertram finally looked up. "She really feels sorry for you."

Yolande snorted. "Showing off your love now, aren't you? Is that how you feel sorry for me?"

"The only one you should question here is yourself!" he roared, having enough of her drama.

"Myself?" Yolande spat. "What the hell have I done to you?"

"Do you really think we've been together all this time? All you've been good at is running away from me!"

Cathy sniffled, trying her best to hold back her tears. She tugged her Bertram's sleeves. "Enough. This is my fault," she said firmly. "I know that I'm guilty of this."

"Look, what happened between Yolande and me has nothing to do with you. You shouldn't blame yourself." Bertram tightened his arms around her. "We already have a child. You should think of it first."

"A child?" Yolande stared at Cathy. "Didn't you abort it?"

"Do you really want my child to die that bad?" He glared at her. "Are you really that cruel?"

"You're calling me cruel after you slept with my best friend?" Yolande crossed her arms and stared at him defiantly. "Don't blame me if I want it dead!"

Cathy stumbled towards her, waving her hands up in the air. "We're sorry, Yolande. Please, we really do love each other," she sobbed out. "We–we want to start with a clean slate. Please forgive us."

Staring at their intimacy, Yolande wanted to vomit. However, after hearing her sincerity, an idea came to mind. She took a deep breath and sat down. "Fine."

Bertram and Cathy shared a look. They were just having a big argument, and now it was all gone. They stared suspiciously.

"Well, don't celebrate too early. I have one condition." Gazing at the couple, Yolande forced a smile into her lips. "The condition is to marry me."

"What?" Cathy whispered harshly, "Aren't you okay with it now?"

"Oh, don't get me wrong!" Yolanda scoffed. "I'm not into second-hands.

Look, all I want is a marriage certificate.

We could get divorce within the day. It's fine."

"Yolande, is this your way of getting back at me? Just to make it seem like this is my second marriage?" Bertram asked tentatively, not thinking of any other reason that she would ask him to do it.

"Don't flatter yourself. The world doesn't revolve around you."

"Then why?" Cathy urged, glancing at her boyfriend.

"Look, if you want to get your peace, then this is the way to go. Will you do it or not?" Yolande snapped impatiently.

Bertram and Cathy shared a look. "Yolande, I'm sure you have your own reasons on why you want to get married, but we want to know why. After all, we're best friends," Cathy insisted. "If you tell us, maybe we can find some other way around it."

"Best friends?" Yolande sneered. This woman was nowhere near her friend after what she had done. "I've already searched for every other option. There is no other way!"

"Well, if you won't make it clear, then there's no way I'll let you marry him!"

Anger surged in her heart when Yolande glared at Bertram, as if daring him to refuse her. "Well? Will you let your girlfriend make your own decisions?"

Bertram was stunned by Yolande's words. He gazed at Cathy with this strange affection in his eyes as he wrapped his arm around her waist. "Cathy's right."

"Bertram!"

Yolande had never seen Bertram so loyal to her! In fact, this was the first time she had seen him this affectionate. She dug her nails into her palms, wanting nothing more than to ruin their relationship as she saw fit, but she stopped herself. After weighing all the pros and cons of the matter, she took a deep breath and started again.

"Fine, I'll tell you. My grandfather died and left a will. It says that I have to get married within three days or else I won't be able to get the Mu Mansion."

Bertram stared at her in disbelief. "You're being like this because of a house?"

"Yes! For that house!" Yolande sneered. "Are you happy that you broke up with me? Because I'm glad I did."

Bertram wanted to say something more, but Cathy quickly pulled him back. "I'm not feeling well. Do you mind assisting me to the bathroom?" she murmured.

Seeing them walk away, Yolande bit her bottom lip. If it hadn't been for what was at stake, she wouldn't have allowed herself to be humiliated like this. Facing the people who had betrayed her so shamelessly, she had the sudden urge to vomit all over the sofa.

Bertram and Cathy didn't keep her waiting for too long.

"No," he said.

Yolande scrambled back up. "Are you sure?"

She glanced at Bertram and then at Cathy. At the look of their faces, she knew that his decision must've been the woman's idea.

Marriage was a big deal. Even if it was all just a procedure, at the end of the day, Bertram and Cathy would still experience a second marriage. Besides, even if what they had done was cruel, how could a bitch like Cathy really feel guilty?

Bertram bit his lip. "Look, marriage is a lifetime event. I can't give a perfect wedding to Cathy if I've already been married once. We'll compensate half of the property rights of the Mu Mansion. No matter how much, I'll pay for it."

"Compensation?" Yolande wanted to burst into laughter at their ridiculous ideas. Did they really think money would fix all her problems? "Is that how you compensate me then? By hooking up with each other even more?"

"Look, we've already said we're sorry, Yolande," Cathy said. "But isn't asking for a marriage too much?"

"The Mu Mansion is all I've ever wanted."

"Well," Cathy continued. "Do you have any other way to get to the mansion?"

"I..."

Yolande was rendered speechless. As Cathy stared into the woman's eyes, she had already guessed right. If there had been any other way, Yolande wouldn't have thrown her pride away and proposed to marry Bertram. After all, they were best friends. She knew Yolande well like the back of her hand.

Staring at the undisguised hypocrisy in her gaze, Yolande clenched her fists. However, as she turned, it seemed that the fates had granted her another chance.

The man she had seen back in the hospital appeared just in time. His eyes were deep, and the corners of his lips were pursed. He looked so regal that everyone couldn't help but glance at him.

'Well, I hope you aren't angry.'

Yolande took her chances and held Baron's arm. "Well, there's him."

Cathy wanted to question the woman before, but when she saw the man, she froze. Immediately, she bowed respectfully. "Uncle!"

Uncle?

Fortunately, Yolande was holding Baron's arm. Otherwise, she would've already fallen down in fear. The man that she had a one night stand with was Cathy's.... Uncle?

Not only did she had sex with him, but she also lied that he had already accepted to be her husband.

Seeing the expression on Yolande's face, Cathy glanced at Baron. "Uncle? You're going to get married?"

He grabbed Yolande's loosened grip and held onto her as if he was her life force.

Yolande could already feel her heart crawling with disgust. She had only used him as an excuse so that she didn't look that desperate. Now, it seemed that she was going to be family with that bitch!

Baron winked at Yolande, who quickly looked away and swallowed. The man's lips moved slightly as he glared at his niece. "Your mother doesn't even care about my marriage. What gives you any right to interrogate me?"

"I–I'm sorry, Uncle," Cathy apologized. "I shouldn't have said that."

'What the hell is going on?'

Yolande blinked at Baron. What were they going to do now?

"You shouldn't run away from me when you're angry," Baron lectured.

Suddenly, he loosened his hold, and Yolande fell against his chest. Before she could react, they hugged each other intimately and left, leaving Bertram and Cathy stunned.

As soon as Yolande walked out of the cafe, a gust of wind blew her over, instantly waking her up from her reverie. She struggled under his hold and gritted her teeth. He let go of her. She quickly whirled around to face him.

"Even if you help me, I won't give birth to your baby,"

she snapped. Yolande realized that he didn't expose her because he wanted her to have his baby. At this point, she needed to make everything clear.

"Obviously you won't right now." He scoffed.

"Not now, never." She nervously stared at him. "You can help me, and I'll do anything you want. I just won't have your baby."

"You can do both." Baron shrugged. "I told you, didn't I? The conditions will be harsher when you come back to me."

"No way!" She turned around and was about to leave when his arms circled around her waist.

Before she could react, he pulled her against his strong chest. Feeling his muscles rippling under his suit, Yolande instantly flushed. "What are you going to do?" she demanded.

Baron smirked, leaning closer. "I'll wait for you to beg," he said softly.

Yolande pushed his arms from her body and ran away. Right now, the most important thing on her to-do list was to leave this strange man as soon as possible.

Did she really have no other choice except for that man? 'Do you really think it's that easy to get me to beg?

I can find another man to replace you!'

Staring at Yolande's stubborn figure, Baron smiled and got into the car parked near the sidewalk.

He had just returned home when he met and slept with her that night. After that, he'd been looking for her everywhere. What he didn't expect was for his proposal to be rejected outright. It seemed that the woman in front of him wasn't as simple as he had expected.

Yolande finally slowed down when she didn't see the man behind her. Then, she began to think. Although there were plenty of men in the world, she had limited time. She needed to find someone now.

She stumbled back to her dormitory. Given that it was graduation season, she was probably the only one left in the dormitory. She threw herself onto the bed and covered herself with a quilt. However, no matter how much she tried, she tossed and turned on her bed.

The Mu Mansion was a house specially built by her grandfather for her mother. It had carried thousands of memories of her parents and childhood. She just had to protect it.

She must get the Mu Mansion.

Besides, she had plenty of friends. Couldn't she find someone who could help her?

At this point in time, Yolande tried calling all her male friends. To her surprise, they all refused her decisively. Even her classmates who she knew had liked her before were unwilling to marry her in such a short timeframe.

That was normal. She was in such a hurry to get married that the idea scared everyone off.

Even if she tried to explain to them what was happening, they would refuse her even more firmly. The power of the Mu family was not to be underestimated. Marrying her meant offending the Mu family. Who would dare risk such a thing?

Her phone beeped, indicating that it was already out of power. At this point, Yolande was growing even more desperate. It seemed that things were not as simple as she had expected.

All of a sudden, her phone rang. She grabbed it almost immediately, thinking that one of them had probably changed their minds. But when she saw the name flickering on her screen, her face darkened. After hearing what the call had to say, she paled.

At this point, she knew that Baron was her only chance.

At Times Coffee, Yolande frowned and stirred the coffee in front of her. Its contents splashed against the edges of the cup, and she took a deep breath.

She held a business card tightly in her left hand. It was Baron's business card.

When she had left the man, she didn't know that he had left the card in her pockets. In fact, she didn't even feel it.

She closed her eyes and recalled the call from Carl.

It turned out that her grandfather didn't want to make things more difficult for her. After he had gotten sick, he did an investigation and knew that she had a boyfriend named Bertram. That was why he conjured up the will, but how could he know that not everything was what it seemed?

Before Yolande could think anymore, the man appeared before her.

Baron glanced at her sharply and sat on the sofa opposite to her. Although he looked lazy, his eyes glowered at her like a cheetah hunting its prey.

"Do you mean what you said?"