Wife Substitute Arrogant CEO

"Let go! Please don't touch me!"

The scream of a woman named Stefanny Anggraini-a beautiful twenty-six-year-old woman who was being ripped from her sacred crown by a drunk man who had apparently entered the wrong room.

"Shut up, sweetheart. You usually never reject me like this." Dion Pramudia-a thirty-year-old man who was none other than the son of the hotel owner-didn't realize who he was banging.

"Why is it so narrow?" he said in a hoarse voice. However, the man continued to force her to enter. Until finally Fanny's chastity was taken away by the man she did not recognize.

She could only scream, cry, roar and all the frustration united in her. Fanny had to lose the crown she had always guarded, which she would only give to her husband apparently had to be lost that night.

**

Morning had come. The struggle, which took almost two hours, broke Fanny's body. She had just done it. She didn't want to, but was forced to and didn't know that night was her unlucky night.

Hearing crying next to him, Dion finally opened his eyes and looked at the woman, who was hugging her knees.

"Who are you?" he asked in a heavy voice.

Fanny turned her head to him with her eyes fixed on him.

Plak!

A hard slap flew across Dion's cheek.

"What the hell are you slapping me for? Who are you? Why are you here?" he asked in an emotional tone.

Fanny wiped her tears roughly. "Take responsibility for what you've done to me. You took away my chastity!" she shouted later.

In fact, the woman had not even put on her clothes as proof that the man had touched her.

However, Dion smiled wryly. "How could I touch someone I don't know? Don't make this up!"

"The proof is already there! You came into this room drunk and raped me!" Fanny shouted again. "You planted it inside. You must take responsibility! I already know your name!"

Fanny looked at Dion's ID card to see who the person who had taken away her chastity was.

Dion then circulated his eyes, looking at the room, and indeed he had entered the wrong room.

"Okay, I apologize. It's my fault for entering the wrong room. I was drunk last night, no one accompanied me into my room. I apologize! But, as for taking responsibility, I can't."

The man easily refused to take responsibility, and even his words were very casual. While putting on his clothes, Dion looked at Fanny, who had been staring at him sharply.

"Let's just say that tonight you have satisfied me," he said and handed Fanny a few bills. "As a ransom for raping you. As for responsibility, I can't. I'm getting married to my lover in five days."

Fanny threw the money to the ground. "I am not a cheap woman who easily takes money as payment for my body! I never did that despicable job even if I needed money!" she said firmly.

Dion gave her an emotional look. "I already told you! I'm sorry and that money is my apology. What's your name? It looks like you're an employee here."

"Yes! I am an employee here and I will report you to my boss for raping his employee!"

Dion laughed out loud at the threat the woman issued to him.

"Oh, yeah?" Dion laughed again. "You know who you're going to report this to? Unfortunately, it's the hotel owner who raped you. Who do you want to report to? The police? Go ahead! If you're strong, pay for it."

Fanny lost badly. Really, it was bad luck that Fanny had to experience that day. She never thought that the man would be the owner of the hotel. Basically, she had never met the owner of the hotel in person.

"Take the money. If you still want to work here, never dare to say anything to anyone! Otherwise, don't expect to work here!" Dion threatened back with all the power he had.

Then he left the room, leaving Fanny behind. The man was completely irresponsible for his actions. How could she find an irresponsible man like Dion?

With trembling hands, tears continuing to flow, Fanny took all her clothes and immediately put them on again.

"Maybe it's my fate like this. That bastard won't admit his mistake," she whispered as she endured the pain in her thigh.

It was ten in the morning.

Dion had just returned home and entered his room. His head still felt dizzy from last night's hangover.

"Ms. Irma. You're not here. What's wrong?" Yuni-who was none other than Dion's mother-approached her future in-law, who suddenly came to her house.

"Is Dion here?" Irma asked later. Her eyes could not lie that the fifty-year-old woman looked sad.

Yuni nodded her head slowly as she looked at Irma in confusion. "I'll get Dion first."

Irma nodded as she flashed a faint smile. There were many things she wanted to talk to the family about.

"Dion. Your future in-laws are outside. I think he wants to talk to you." Yuni approached her son, who was lying down.

Dion got out of bed and approached his future father-in-law, who was sitting in the living room.

"Ma. Not with Citra?" Dion sat down next to Irma and asked her about his future wife.

Irma shook her head slowly as she looked at Dion with a weary face.

"I think this wedding should be canceled, Dion."

Dion and Yuni turned their heads quickly to the woman.

"What?! Why, Ma? Wh-what's going on? It's in five days. Why did it have to be canceled?" Dion was in a panic. He was afraid that Fanny would reveal everything to Citra's family.

'Just watch out if all this is because of you!' he said to himself. He blamed Fanny for making the wedding canceled.

"We just examined Citra. She has been experiencing pain in her solar plexus for the past six months. After we examined her, Citra was diagnosed with cancer," Irma said, telling him the reason for the canceled wedding.

Dion gaped. His eyes glared at Irma. He was shocked beyond belief after hearing such astonishing news.

"No-no way. Citra can't possibly have a history of such a disease," Dion said as he shook his head.

"But everything is true, Dion. We're sorry, this wedding has to be canceled." Irma excused herself from the house after apologizing and telling him the wedding had to be canceled.

Citra would be taken abroad for treatment until she recovered. However, even if there was someone willing to donate her liver, her life would still not be long.

"What about this, Dion? The invitations have been distributed, the decorations, the reception venue and everything is one hundred percent complete. Mama doesn't want to bear the shame, Dion! You're the one who asked her to throw this festive party! Shame on you!"