Chapter 1 Saving the World’s Richest Man by Chance

He pushed into her, slow and steady, every inch stretching Veronica Murphy beyond what she thought she could take. Her body froze, caught in a mix of pleasure and protest. Her pussy was wet—soaked, actually—but it didn’t matter. His penis was huge. Too big. A sharp sting shot through her, stealing her breath and leaving her gasping, her nails digging into his shoulders as she tried to adjust. “Jesus Christ, it’s too much! Get off me!” she shouted, her voice high-pitched, almost frantic. She pushed at his chest, her palms hitting him with all the strength she could muster. It was pointless. The man didn’t budge an inch, his massive frame anchoring her like an immovable force of nature. Her struggles were no match for his unyielding strength. “Stop squirming,” he growled, his voice dark and cutting. “You drugged me, didn’t you? Thought you could play games and walk away unscathed? Newsflash, sweetheart—you lit this fire. Now you’re gonna burn.” Matthew Kings was hanging by a thread, his patience all but shredded. The tension in his body was a live wire, every nerve screaming for release. The veins at his temple pulsed visibly as he fought to keep control, but it was slipping, fast. This is all on her. She kicked off this whole shitstorm, and now she’s got the nerve to push back? His jaw clenched, his breath ragged as he fought against the instinct to lose himself completely. Taking a deep, measured breath, he shifted, his large hand sliding over her chest. His fingers closed around her soft curves, kneading her breasts in a way that made her breath hitch. “Hnn…” A soft, unbidden moan slipped past her lips, her lashes fluttering as heat bloomed against her will. Her face flushed a deep red, anger and humiliation clashing in her chest. But before she could snap back, his grip tightened on her waist. He held her firmly in place, and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. “Aah!” she cried out, her head falling back as her body tensed around him. The feeling was overwhelming—sharp, raw, and completely unfamiliar. He didn’t give her much time to adjust. His hips began to move, slow and deliberate at first, each thrust dragging a gasp from her lips. Gradually, the sharp discomfort dulled, replaced by a smoldering heat that made her toes curl. Her hands, which had been shoving at his chest moments ago, clutched at his shoulders for support. “Slow down…” she gasped, her voice breathless and shaky. “It’s too much…” “Slow down?” he echoed, a scoff slipping past his lips. His smirk was sharp, almost cruel. “Your mouth’s saying no, but your body’s telling a different story.” One hand slid between them, his fingers brushing against where they were joined. When he pulled them away, his fingertips were slick with her arousal. He held them up with a smug grin. “See that? You’re dripping, sweetheart. Don’t lie to me—or yourself.” Her cheeks burned hotter, mortification mingling with the confusing heat pooling low in her belly. But he didn’t wait for a reply. His movements grew rougher, faster, each thrust into her pussy pulling a broken cry from her lips. Every nerve in her body was on fire, her senses overwhelmed. Her back arched against him, her breathing uneven as she felt herself teetering on the edge of something she couldn’t control. And then he stopped. Her eyes snapped open in disbelief, her body trembling from the sudden loss of movement. “Who sent you?” he asked, his voice cold and sharp, like a knife cutting through the haze of her thoughts. Her lips parted, but no words came. She blinked up at him, her mind spinning as reality crashed down around her. She had come here with a purpose—to confront him, to demand what he owed her family. And now… now everything had spiraled so far out of control she didn’t even recognize her own intentions anymore. Her chest heaved as her thoughts dragged her back to the moment five days ago when this entire mess began… The story began at a hospital. Veronica Murphy, a young lady of slight build, rushed to the emergency registration counter while carrying a bloodied man on her back with all her strength. She said hurriedly, “This guy needs emergency treatment! He passed out in a car accident.” Veronica felt that today was really not her day. She was riding her motorcycle on her way to deliver takeouts when a Ferrari nearby got knocked off the road by a large truck running the red light. The Ferrari was severely wrecked, its windows shattered and its trunk on fire. It might explode at any minute, and its driver was covered in blood and unconscious in his seat. Veronica had no idea what gave her the courage at the time. Without a second thought, she raced to the car and desperately pulled the guy out of it. As soon as she dragged him several meters away, she heard a loud kaboom! The car exploded right away. Veronica was shaken with fright. If she had been a little bit slower, she would probably have been blown to pieces along with the guy! Just then, however, the severely injured man grasped her wrist with all his might as if clutching at straws. He mumbled in a daze, “Help me! Send me to the hospital… I’ll pay you 100 million…” Veronica was stunned. 100 million? Did I just save the world’s richest man by chance? At the payment counter, the cashier asked, “What’s your name?” Just as Veronica was about to answer, the cashier looked up and saw her face, and her attitude did a one-eighty immediately. “Oh, if it isn’t Tiffany Larson, our director’s daughter! Please wait a moment, Miss Larson. A doctor will be arranged for you at once…” Veronica smiled bitterly at the cashier’s words. Tiffany was Veronica’s biological sister. The two sisters looked exactly alike, but their lives were polar opposites of each other. Abducted as soon as she was born, Veronica changed hands several times before being sold to her current adoptive parents. A month ago, however, her adoptive parents had a car accident and were hospitalized with grave injuries and sky-high medical bills. Just then, Veronica’s biological parents appeared out of nowhere, saying they could provide medical treatment for her adoptive parents on condition that she donate her bone marrow to the Larson Family’s leukemic youngest son. Not only that, but she mustn’t show her face, which was the spitting image of Tiffany. Rachel Zimmerman, Veronica’s biological mother, said, “Our Tiffy isn’t only accomplished in everything she does; she’s also the most beautiful lady in Bloomstead. You, on the other hand, are just an ignoble country bumpkin. Tiffy’s good name mustn’t be ruined because of your existence.” Despite the humiliation, Veronica agreed for the sake of her adoptive parents’ medical treatment. Usually, she would deliberately disguise herself as an ugly woman in Bloomstead, but she didn’t bother to do so tonight since she was doing food delivery late at night. However, she didn’t expect to enter her biological father’s hospital by mistake and be recognized. Consequently, she could only acknowledge tacitly that she was “Tiffany” and pay 5,000 in the latter’s name for the guy’s surgery. After everything was done, she returned to her rented apartment wearily and took a shower. While she was doing laundry, however, she was surprised to find a black diamond ring in her pocket. This probably fell into my pocket when that guy grabbed my shirt, she thought. Without thinking much of it, she put the ring on the table, ready to get some shut-eye. At some point in time, there was a knock on the door outside. Veronica walked over to the door in slippers and opened it. “Are you trying to be a b*tch, Veronica? Did you forget what I had said to you?” Tiffany, who was tall and slim, slapped Veronica across the face before the latter could say anything. “I warned you to never go around sporting my face when you first came to Bloomstead! Do you want your adoptive parents to die?” Offended, Veronica slapped Tiffany’s face in return. In order to save her adoptive parents, she had no choice but to let her biological parents give her a hard time, but she was never someone who would yield to the strong and place herself at the mercy of others. Tiffany let out a cry of pain. “How dare you hit me, Veronica?” Her cheek was slightly swollen from the slap Veronica gave her, which was much harder than the slap she had given Veronica just now. Veronica flung her hand—which ached from slapping Tiffany’s face—with a slight frown between her beautifully arched eyebrows. “Just put up with it when I hit you! Do you think I’m gonna let you boss me around? I’m not your mom!”