Love of Mistaken Identity

"Is five thousand dollars enough?" I asked.

Mistaking the charming young CEO for a ‌pimp, I forcefully pushed him down.

One time and I was hooked.

"I'll keep you long-term relationship, go get a health examination." I said.

As the benefactor, I put on airs.

He seemed completely under my dominion, both in body and mind.

It wasn't until I heard everyone referring to him as "Mr. Campbell" that I was surprised.

I had unwittingly bumped into the kingpin himself!

I tried to escape, but he put me against the wall, lightly nibbling my earlobe, saying, "I'll pay you, how about it?"

1.

"I don't want a daughter like you, because you tore this family apart!" My mom said to me.

"Mr. Baxter has already filed a lawsuit. If this continues, the company's future looks bleak..." Subordinates said to me.

My mother ended up in a mental hospital, blaming me for shattering her happy life.

My father sued me in court over the company for the sake of his mistress.

I took a long gulp of alcohol, suppressing the urge to cry.

Suddenly, a vague figure emerged at the door.

I saw a man who was bare-chested.

From his face to his waist to his thighs, he was like a perfect sculpture.

Every part of him stirred my senses!

Just standing there, he was irresistibly attractive to me.

I wanted him!

My brain reacted instinctively.

I reached for his arm.

With a flick of my hand, I pulled off his towel.

I stared dumbfounded at that part of him, so big, If only...

I dragged him towards the bed, stumbling with each step.

At first, he played hard to get, but after a few rounds, he was more eager than I was.

It felt like floating on a cloud.

The next day, with a pounding headache I woke up, and my body felt like falling apart.

I was alone in bed.

For a moment, I thought last night was a dream, but the marks all over me were clear.

When there was a beep, the door opened, and footsteps approached.

The man walked into my sight.

I swallow saliva, and he was still handsome!

Last night he was wild and alluring, but now he seemed more noble.

"I brought breakfast and hangover cure, and you can eat them later." The man said.

His voice was deep and magnetic, though a bit hoarse.

I realized I had been staring him too long.

I took out my phone, gesturing for him to enter his PayPal account number and his Whatsapp account.

Then I saw his profile.

I chuckled softly and sent a message.

I transferred five thousand dollars to him via PayPal.

"Is five thousand dollars enough?" I asked.

His face darkened and unhappy.

I gave him a teasing smile, asking, "What? Is that not enough?"

He suddenly grinned roguishly, saying, "If you need anything, just call me."

I made an "OK" gesture, saying, "OK."

But I knew we wouldn't meet again.

The taste of alcohol was a one-time experience, both the first and final time.

The company was at a critical juncture, and some people were bound to play tricks...

2.

It's been a month since my last hospital visit.

Today, the doctor at the hospital called me and said my mom wanted to see me.

When my mom was lucid, she would remember that I was her beloved daughter.

Back then, my father, mother, and I were in a very happy family.

My parents were childhood sweethearts. After they graduated from college, my father proposed to my mother.

I had seen their photo albums from childhood, filling an entire room.

As a child, I often squeezed in room, flipping through their albums one by one.

I fantasized that the prince and princess love story would happen to me too.

A knock on the door interrupted my memories, just as I closed my notebook.

Alan Ellis walked in.

"Rosalie, you should attend the party tonight, more contact with peers." Alan said.

I shook my head, not having time to explain.

Alan continued saying, "These years, the most difficult times have survived. It wouldn't hurt to find someone to keep you company."

I gave a sly smile, teasing and saying, "Mr. Ellis, you should move on!"

Alan gave a bitter smile, about to speak again.

I quickly cut him off, waving my hand, leaving with a parting remark, and saying, "The hospital called, so I'm going to see my mom."

Alan had always loved my mother. After my mom got married, he went abroad.

When my mom was admitted to the mental hospital, Alan returned.

Over the years, he helped me get the company back on track.

He looked after my mother with great devotion.

He was the second most devoted man I knew, with the first being my father.

Perhaps because Alan never got my mom, so his devotion lasted longer?

I shook off the thoughts in my mind.

Opening the car door, I inserted the key.

The screen of the spare phone left in the car lit up..

I unlocked my phone and took a look at my messages with Aron.

[Aron: Are you home?]

[Aron: Need anything?]

The messages were over a month apart.

Next, he sent a photo of abs.

I realized it was the irresistibly attractive guy.

Was his job not doing well lately?

I tossed the phone aside.

At the hospital, I walked around the door of the ward several times, before daring to turn the doorknob.

As I opened the door, my mom rushed over and hugged me, saying, "Rosalie, I'm sorry that hurt you again."

I patted her back, listening as she said, "I love you the most, will you forgive me?"

I kept repeating, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm fine..."

We laid on the hospital bed and my mom held me in her arms, telling me stories as if when I was a child.

I remembered things from long, long time ago.

"Rosalie, look what I brought you!" My dad said, he took something out of the bag, looking at me with doting eyes.

"Wow! It's my favorite dress, Dad, I love you so much!" I said happily.

That day was my eighteenth birthday party, but I discovered the world was totally changed.

Through the door crack, my best friend and my beloved father entangled.

I've been throwing up all day.

3.

A nurse pushed the door opening.

I wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes, hugging my mother back, saying, "I'll come see you next week."

Recalling what the doctor told me, "The patient's condition has improved, as long as she's not agitated..."

"Bang..." I slammed on the brakes.

Rear-ended!

I got out of the car and a man came up to me.

It was him again! What a coincidence?

He seemed to have anticipated, shrugging helplessly and saying, "Let's go with insurance."

After handling everything, I turned to leave.

He raised his voice, saying, "Let me buy you a drink."

I rolled my eyes at him, saying, "How predictable."

Motioned him to lead the way..

My instincts hinted that this man had a purpose in approaching me.