One night of deception sets off a chain reaction of blackmail, secrets, and lies. Violet Wilson, betrayed by her best friend, finds herself entangled with the enigmatic billionaire, Adrian Brown. When Adrian's father who wants to assert his control over Adrian by demonstrating his authority insists that he gets married, Adrian proposes a contract marriage to Violet - a convenient arrangement that also satisfies the blackmailer's demands. As Violet navigates the treacherous web of Adrian's family dynamics and rivalries, she must balance her growing feelings with the secrets she's keeping. But as she fights to clear her name and protect herself, she'll uncover the true cost of her secrets. Dive into the deadly game of power, loyalty, and lies in "A NIGHT WITH THE BILLIONAIRE."
Chapter 1 Drugged
Violet staggered, feeling so hot within, a surge of heat coursing through her veins.
"I need to get out of here." she muttered. Her vision was blurred as sweat dripped from her forehead. She tugged at her clothes, feeling very uncomfortable.
"What on earth did she give me to drink" she thought to herself, feeling dizzy. She stumbled on a door beside her and entered.
A man emerged from the bathroom, his hair slick with water, a towel draped low around his waist, revealing his chiseled and well-toned abs
His handsome face staring at the girl who just entered his room, looking lost.
"Who are you?" He asked in a deep voice
already annoyed that someone was disturbing his peace.
A cold expression plastered on his face as his ocean blue eyes scanned her, wondering who she was and how she dared barge into his room.
Violet moved towards him and he shifted back, his eyes narrowed. "Who are you?" He asked again, his voice a bit slurred yet firm, a hint of intoxication lingering in his voice as she moved closer to him.
"I can't take it anymore" she cried as she touched him.
He frowned deeply as his body reacted to her touch, his muscles were tensed. He has never felt this way before, no matter how much he drank.
The alcohol usually numbed his emotions, but her touch spark an unfamiliar arousal. He was taken aback, unsure how to process this new sensation.
"Please make love to me," she cried, taking off her clothes hastily as she felt so hot.
"What do you think you are doing?" he thundered, moving away from her.
"Please" she said, tears streaming down her face, her voice trembling.
He stared at the girl in front of him and even though his vision was a bit hazy of the strong alcoholic drinks he had consumed. Yet, he couldn't deny that she was a stunning beauty.
Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail, her cute, full, pink lips, inviting and captivating. He found himself drawn to them, his gaze returning again and again despite his efforts to look away.
"I feel so hot, so hot" she said as she ran her hands on his bare chest.
He groaned, wondering why a stranger's touch was setting his body ablaze.
Normally, he would have moved away from the girl and thrown her out of his room.
But there was something about this girl....he felt enchanted.
"Is she drugged?" he wondered as she cried out, her desperation palpable, like she needed something to calm her down immediately.
His head started banging with ache and his vision started to get more blurry. "Fuck, not now" he cursed. He reached for his drugs on the table and took it.
The pain subsided, but his vision was still a bit blurry.
"Why are you still here?" He growled, but she seemed unfazed by his annoyance.
"Please, please" she cried, taking off all her clothes. He cursed as he stared at her body. She was looking so irresistible.
Despite his efforts to resist, his body betrayed him.
"You begged for it," he muttered under his breath as his last shred of restraint, snapping.
He slammed his lips on hers as he kissed her passionately, her body reacting as their lips moved in sync, trying to keep up with each other.
She moaned and that was it took for him to lose control.
He carried her to the bed, still kissing her as his large body frame hovered over her small body.
Her lips were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted as he ravished it, leaving her gasping for breath.
"Please, please take me now" she cried, reaching for his belt.
He smiled, as if he'd been waiting to hear those words.
He removed his clothes and resumed to that addictive lips of hers, their passion reigniting. She planted love bites on his chest as she ran her hands through his hair.
He finally got down to business and gave her what she wanted, taking her in every way possible.
THE NEXT DAY,
Violet woke up to an unfamiliar view. The sun shone brightly, its rays caressing her skin as the louvers of the window were opened. She shut her eyes, then opened them slowly.
She frowned and tried to stand up but felt sore between her thighs. She looked around the room, trying to figure out where she was.
She racked her brain, studying the room. This is definitely not her room, and this is also not Maya's room. Then where is she?
Panic started to set in as she scrambled to piece together the events of the previous night.
Wait, talking about Maya.... She remembered being with Maya last night. Then how did she end up here?
The memories of last night suddenly flooded in.
Maya had brought her to this hotel, all in the name of having fun and letting her pain go.
She recalled how Maya kept forcing her to drink, despite knowing her low tolerance for alcohol.
Then Maya got an urgent call and left, promising to return.
Then what happened next?
Why is she feeling sore?
She squinted her eyes when she saw a note on the bedside.
"You begged for it," the note said and she frowned, her eyes widened as the memories came rushing back.
How she felt hot and dizzy after taking the drink.
How she entered a stranger's room. How she undressed herself in front of him. How she begged him to sleep with her.
Her hands flew to her mouth.
"What did I do?"
"Did - Did Maya drug me?" She asked herself, horror creeping in. "No, no, it's not possible. Maya can't betray me. No!!!" she cried, clinging to the bedsheets.
That was when she noticed the red patch of blood stain on the sheets.
"I gave myself to a stranger. A stupid stranger I know nothing about." She cried.
She remembered how she begged for his touch, and she shuddered. "Maya!!!" she cried, running her hands through her hair.
"Everyone has left me," she sobbed. "My parents, now Maya too."
"Why me? Why me? Why does everyone hate me? Why am I always treated like an outcast? Why is the world so wicked?" She cried as despair washed over her.
"I need to get out of here,"she said to herself as she got down from the bed.
She entered Maya's house, but no one was home. She had been staying with her for the past few days. She was packing her things, getting ready to leave the house when she heard the door open.
Violet recognized Maya's voice, she seemed to be on a call with someone. She was about to leave the room and confront her, but she stopped in her tracks, just by the door, when she listened to Maya's conversation.
"What do you mean she wasn't in the room I told you? We both stayed in that room and I left her there, so what do you mean she was not there last night?
She didn't come home yesterday. I thought you guys had finished the job and probably left her there or something.
You guys didn't even see her at all? I fucking paid the three of you equally because I didn't want any problem. I can't believe you couldn't even carry out a simple job, perfectly. That was the perfect day to do it.
Convincing her to go to that hotel and drink with me wasn't easy at all. I regret giving you the job. Bunch of idiots," Maya shouted, then hung up.
"Everything would have gone perfectly if not for those fools. But where did Violet go that night?" Maya wondered aloud.
Tears streamed down Violet's eyes after listening to Maya's conversation, her heart shattered. She went to the living room only to see Maya who had a shocked expression on her face, then a pitiful one.
Maya was torn, wondering if Violet had overheard her conversation. She didn't know that she was in the house. She didn't really mention any specific thing on the phone, so Violet couldn't have caught on, right? But she knows Violet is smart.
She prayed silently, hoping Violet hadn't figured out yet.
Maya decided to pretend and play along like nothing was going on, hoping Violet hasn't figured out yet.
"Violet, where have you been? I looked everywhere for you. I was so scared.
You didn't come home yesterday. I tried calling your number, but you didn't pick up either. I was so scared. Thank goodness you are okay" she said, trying to sound pitiful as she touched Violet's shoulders, who quickly brushed her hands off.
"Get those useless hands off me, devil!
How could you? I trusted you, Maya. I told you everything about me. Not only that, but I confided in you. Likewise, I supported you in any way I could, but what did you do? You drugged me! You paid people to do shits to me? How dare you!" Violet shouted, boiling with anger.
"I will never forgive you, Maya. Even if it means fighting with my last breath, I will never forgive you. Devil incarnate" Violet shouted as she left the house with her luggage, with no destination in mind.
"I am on my own now" she cried silently, dragging the mini box that contained the few belongings she had.
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