Love before Revenge

Mid-summer in Sunderland.

The elegantly decorated corridor on the 27th floor of the Empire Hotel was like a ghost town. Occasionally, there came several business conversations in suppressed voices, which indicated the high status of the residents here.

Suddenly, a young girl sneaked out of the elevator with a small bag in her hand.

Bypassing the narrow and empty corridor, she stopped before a closed door and preened herself.

The girl was wearing a navy-blue French blouse, exposing her delicate collarbones. She also wore a pure white skirt that perfectly packed her big butt. Her legs were straight, white, and sexy.

At a closer look, the girl had naturally curly blonde hair and refined temperament. Under her flying hair were a delicate oval face and arched eyebrows. Her eyes were bluish and looked innocent. Her delicate lips, slightly pouted, looked very cute.

"Room 8888, this is the place."

Mary Yeates took a look at the number of the suite, her eyes filled with excitement.

She reached out to press her chest. Feeling the strong heartbeat, she muttered inwardly, "Brother Barry, here I come!"

Jingle, the doorbell rang, but no one was answering. Mary kept ringing the doorbell again and again. Finally, a deep and mellow voice came out, "Who is that?"

His words might be simple, but his voice was icy and awe-inspiring.

Hearing the familiar voice, Mary restrained her excitement, swiveled her beautiful eyes, and intentionally changed her voice, "Sir, your take-out is here."

"I didn't order any."

"Hmm, your assistant ordered it and left a note that I should deliver it directly to you. Sir, please help me. I have to rush for the next order, otherwise, I cannot earn the commission."

It was silent, completely silent.

Standing outside, Mary anxiously squeezed the bag in her hand and muttered to herself with her eyes closed: open sesame, open sesame!

About three minutes later, the door of the presidential suite opened.

"Brother Barry, welcome back!"

Without thinking, Mary pounced on that tall figure.

Unexpectedly, the figure dodged, and Mary fell on her face with a thud. Luckily, the blanket on the floor was thick enough, otherwise, her beautiful face would be broken.

From the floor, Mary looked up at the man around six feet. His upper body was naked while his lower body was wrapped by a white bath towel. His eight pack abs accentuated the strength and charisma of the man. The sculpted features on his perfect face was a work of God. He had brushy brows, a Roman nose, thin lips, as well as deep, penetrating, charming blue eyes. There seemed to be a universe in it, and people could get lost.

Captivated by Barry's charm, she sighed inwardly with emotions. Her brother Barry looked so dashing and even more handsome now!

"Barry."

Despite the pain from her body, Mary got up excitedly, ready to pounce on him again.

Barry Lambert slightly frowned and pressed on Mary's head with one hand. Due to the great disparity in height and strength, Mary could only brandish her hands like a dog but couldn't get any closer.

"Barry, let go of me!"

Mary was a little pissed.

Knowing his comeback, she intentionally played truant and came here. He, however, fooled with her like a dog!

"Who told you I'm here?"

A flicker of ferocity flashed across Barry's penetrating eyes as if he was going to tear the informant into pieces.

"Let go of me first," Mary complained.

Barry lowered his eyes for a glance at her, "Promise me you won't pounce again."

"I won't."

...

The stalemate ended with Mary's surrender.

Mary took a step back, stood still obediently, and looked up at the man. It had been three years since she saw him last time. During the period, she could only see his pictures in financial magazines.

She missed him so much.

One thing for sure. The whole world knew Mary Yeates liked Barry Lambert, Crown Prince of Sunderland and future boss of Lambert Group.

"Barry, I miss you."

Mary blinked her beautiful eyes and tried her best to look the man in the eye. Her affection was undisguised.

Barry, however, remained unmoved and rejected mercilessly, "Mary, haven't I told you that you are the person I hate the most?"

Feeling a pricking pain from her heart, Mary stubbornly nodded her head, "Yes, whatsoever, I still like you. It's been over a decade!"

At the sight of the stubborn girl, Barry felt annoyed and turned away to go back.

But Mary beat him to rush in. Before that, she didn't forget to bend over and pick up the bag. Only she was in such a hurry that the objects inside the bag fell out.

Mary was speechless.

She bent over to pick up a small package, but Barry beat her to it. A few other packages scattered on the floor.

"10-piece Pack: Ultra-thin lubricated condoms for dynamic experiences, a must-have for metrosexuals, bringing you lasting experience..."

Barry's thin lips flicked, and he recited the slogan in a deep voice that sounded seductive.

Mary blushed instantly.

"Mary, you work in the condom industry now?"

Barry tittered and held a pack of ten small size condoms between his fingers.

Hanging her head, Mary explained guiltily, "No, of course not, this is for you. By the way, this is oversize and can definitely hold your stuff."

Could oversize really hold it?

There was more disgust in Barry's eyes, "You prepared plenty of them. Four, five packs, I guess? It looks like you are pretty confident about my stamina. The tool is ready, but where is the woman?"

Mary raised her head, and her slightly rosy cheeks looked amazing, "B, Brother Barry, before I came, I took a bath and got ready. I..."

"Sorry, if the woman is you, I'm not interested."

The next second, Mary was pushed out of the door. On eight-centimeter high heels, she lost her balance and fell to the floor.

Along with a bang from the slammed door, there also came his sarcasm, "Mary, even if you get naked in front of me, I will not sleep with you. As the daughter of Yeates Family, you should restore your damaged dignity."

He didn't even see her off with a gaze.

It became all quiet again. Only Mary was left in the empty corridor.

Sitting on the floor, she tried her best to fight back the tears. She had been admiring the man for over a decade and saved him many times. Worshipping him like a god, she endeavored to study and be a better person, hoping that one day she could weigh more in his heart. However...

It turned out the so-called affection was unilateral.

As the beloved princess of Yeates Family, she was thrown out of the door like garbage.

As long as she moved a finger, she could get anything except this man.

Barry entered the room and walked to the bed. A group photo was standing on the night table. In the photo, the girl was obediently held by the boy. She curved up her brows, giving a sweet and innocent smile. The faint dimples looked cute on her.

They were little back then...

"Bubble, you are still alive, right..."

Barry gently rubbed the old photo with his fingertips, and his reserved eyes turned much softer. Mary couldn't win his favor because over a decade ago, he had encountered happiness that he couldn't forget.

Mary stayed outside and wouldn't leave. Huddling at the door, she gradually fell asleep. That nightmare haunting her for the past two years came again...

Hot, so hot, no...

A vague figure was ravishing her wildly from behind. A tearing pain soon awakened Mary from the nightmare.

"No..."

Mary opened her eyes with a start, her forehead covered with cold sweat.

After a moment of silence, she rubbed her head, sighed, and showed a desperate look.

She had no idea why was she having the same nightmare in the past two years. The scene was the same every time, and she was somehow raped by a man.

Her whole heart had been on Barry. Although there were many admirers, she kept her chastity. Such a strange dream was too odd.

In the suite, Barry also didn't sleep well. Various scenes appeared in his dream.

"Brother Barry, don't leave."

"Brother Barry, save me..."

"Ah, no, this is rape. I'm gonna sue you..."

Half an hour later, Barry also woke up from his dream with a start.

"Bubble."

He sat up awkwardly, and the hair at his forehead was wet with cold sweat. Two scenes kept spinning on his mind. One was him staying with Bubble when they were little; the other was an accident two years ago...

Barry couldn't fall asleep and held the old photo for the rest of the night. The dark circle under his eyes was obvious.

Mary, however, slept soundly out of the door. To guard the man of her dream, she disregarded everything.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the door of the suite was opened, and the head leaning against the door fell to the ground.

Barry glanced at her indifferently and strode over her.

"Brother Barry, wait for me."

Mary came to her senses, immediately followed from behind, and rushed into the elevator right before the door closed.

She looked at Barry expectantly, "Brother Barry, are you free night? I want..."

Barry broke in impatiently, "No."

"But I..."

"Shut up!"

Barry was sick of her chatter. Under his fierce gaze, Mary obediently shut up her mouth.

The elevator descended straight to the ground floor. Hanging her head, Mary didn't dare to speak again. In front of him, she was used to being humble and flattering.

When they got out of the elevator, Mary's cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hello, this is..."

"What did you say?"

Mary's pretty face immediately turned ghastly pale. Like a crazy person, she stormed out of the hotel and swerved her sports car erratically.

Barry walked out of the hotel and frowned at the panic figure. A foreboding was rising from the bottom of his heart.

When Mary made it to the hospital, it was already too late. Her parents had been sent to the morgue while his brother was treated in ICU.

The car accident ruined her family, and Mary was reduced from an heir of Yeates Group to an orphan. She fell from heaven to hell. Only those sharing similar experiences could understand her despair.

The Yeates was a wealthy family. It was Mary's parents who took the helm of Yeates Group. Now both of them perished, and her brother was in a coma. She was the only one left in the eldest branch of Yeates Family.

Before she could digest the accident, she was pushed to the vortex of a family struggle.

The family of her second uncle had been hostile to her family and harboring ill intentions. Moreover, her grandmother favored her second uncle. Therefore, the funeral of Mary's parents was rashly done within three days.

Mary's parents just died, but her second uncle began to covet the family property.

In the living room of Yeates' villa, a total of twenty, thirty relevant or irreverent people gathered up.

Mary sat there with a straight face. Those around her were gazing at her covetously.

In just three days, the heavy blow changed her personality.

"The equity of the company is left by my parents to me, so I won't sign any letter of transfer."

Mary ran her cold eyes over those uncles, aunties, and sisters. Her icy tone exacerbated the tension.