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2,094,761	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-04 22:40	active	1580	El lamento de amor	Liberada del papel de sustituta, su carrera se disparó hasta convertirse en una diseñadora de renombre mundial. Rodeada de una multitud de pretendientes, el hombre que una vez creyó que ella no podría vivir sin él se puso nervioso... ===== "¡Miren esa cara y ese cuerpo! Si la obligamos a trabajar como p**stituta, ¡podría ganar fácilmente por lo menos cien mil al día!". Kaitlin Hewitt se encontraba retenida en un edificio abandonado, hay heridas en la frente. Su ropa estaba rota y desaliñada, un testimonio de su inútil resistencia. Dos días atrás, una misteriosa llamada la arrastró a esta pesadilla. La persona que la llamó afirmó conocer a sus padres biológicos, e incluso mencionó detalles específicos sobre su cuerpo que solo ella sabía. La atrajeron a las afueras de la ciudad, y acabó en las garras de esos matones. "No hagan nada precipitado… Puedo pagarles la cantidad que quieran", afirmó la muchacha con voz firme a pesar de la sangre que goteaba de la comisura de sus labios. "Soy la esposa de Alan Hewitt, sea cual sea el rescate, él puede permitírselo". "¡¿Alan Hewitt?!". La revelación golpeó a los hombres como un rayo, provocando miradas de desconcierto entre ellos. "¿Él está casado? Nunca lo había oído". Alan Hewitt era un hombre poderoso en Osewood, cuya mera reprobación podía enviar oleadas de conmoción a toda la ciudad. Si de hecho tenían a su esposa, la ira de aquel hombre podría aniquilarlos sin esfuerzo. Notando la incertidumbre en las expresiones de los hombres, Kaitlin se serenó y dijo: "No diré que me secuestraron. Déjenme ir y les aseguro que recibirán el dinero sano y salvo". El líder del grupo la observó detenidamente, fijándose en su costoso vestido de diseño y sus llamativos rasgos, y titubeó un poco. Era evidente que su prenda era cara y ella atractiva, así que tenía sentido que un pez gordo de la talla de Alan la tomara como esposa. Tras una breve y atenta mirada a sus cómplices, habló en tono gélido: "Dame su número, y sin trucos. Si tratas de engañarme, te haré pagar!" Kaitlin dijo con debilidad un número de teléfono. El líder intentó marcar el número, pero la llamada se cortó de repente. Frustrado, gritó: "¡¿Estás jugando conmigo?! ¡Ni siquiera contestó!". Quitó el color de la cara a la muchacha y su voz se fue apagando. "No atiende las llamadas de un extraño… Por favor, déjame usar mi celular para llamarlo...". "¡Típica gente rica y sus excentricidades!", masculló el líder. Tras dudar un momento, le dio el celular a la chica y gruñó: "¡Dile que envíe doscientos millones! ¡Si no, no te la vas a llevar fácil!". Los dedos de Kaitlin temblaron al marcar, con el corazón acelerado. A pesar de llevar tres años casada con Alan, sabía que a él no le importaba ella; sin embargo, siempre había sido generoso, lo que le daba a la mujer una pizca de esperanza. ¿Pagaría el rescate? El timbre del teléfono parecía no tener fin, sus nudillos palidecían mientras lo agarraba con fuerza. Por fin contestó una voz, pero no era la de Alan, sino la de una mujer. La que contestó no era otra que la renombrada diseñadora Lilliana Willis, hermana menor de la chica a la que Alan amaba. "¿Kaitlin? Alan y yo estamos visitando la tumba de Ashley, ¿qué necesitas?". Se oyó la voz de Lilliana, y un temblor recorrió la mano de Kaitlin. Ella encontró que lo que estaba sucediendo era irónico. Era su tercer aniversario de boda y la habían secuestrado. Pasaron dos días y su esposo todavía no se había dado cuenta, sino que pasaba el tiempo junto a la tumba de su primer amor. Le dolió el corazón, pensando en las razones de aquel hombre para casarse con ella: su abuela, Beth Hewitt, ansiaba tener bisnietos, y Kaitlin tenía un inquietante parecido con su amor verdadero, Ashley Willis, que murió en un deslizamiento de tierra tres años antes Al darse cuenta de que no era más que una mera sustituta, a la chica se le rompió el corazón; sin embargo, no era momento para la angustia. Kaitlin luchó por contener las lágrimas y el dolor que se hacía evidente en su voz al pronunciar: "Señorita Willis, me urge hablar con Alan. Por favor, ¿podrías pasarle el celular?". Lilliana dejó escapar una risita. "Oh, Kaitlin, ya sabes cómo es Alan. Hoy es el aniversario del fallecimiento de Ashley, así que no está de humor para tu drama. ¿Por qué no me cuentas lo que pasa?". Mordiendo su frustración al notar la creciente impaciencia de los secuestradores, Kaitlin alzó la voz y gritó al celular: "¡Necesito hablar con Alan! ¡Ahora mismo! ¡Soy su esposa y no tienes derecho a impedírmelo!". No se atrevió a mencionar el secuestro, temiendo que los secuestradores entraran en pánico y le hicieran daño, pero su tono asertivo pareció surtir efecto, pues oyó pasos de fondo y luego se escuchó la voz de Alan. "¿Quién es?". Lilliana, fingiendo disgusto, tapó el auricular y susurró: "Es Kaitlin, insiste en hablar contigo. Le dije que estamos visitando la tumba de Ashley, pero se enfadó bastante y reclamó sus derechos como tu esposa...". Alan se burló con desdén. "¿Esposa? ¿Acaso cuenta como tal? No es más que una doble. Cuelga. Hablar con ella solo perturbará la tranquilidad de Ashley". Con un pitido escalofriante, la comunicación se cortó, y Kaitlin sintió que sus esperanzas se hacían añicos. Capítulo 2 No le des demasiada importancia Pero, ¡Kaitlin sí era la esposa de Alan! A pesar de su falta de cariño, ¿realmente podía quedarse tan indiferente ante su firme dedicación durante todos los últimos tres años? Alan la rescató del océano y, al recobrar el conocimiento, ella le confesó su amnesia, lo que provocó que él la acogiera. Quizá el hombre pensaba que se había casado con él porque no tenía a dónde ir, y que no podía valerse por sí misma; sin embargo, ignoraba que ella se enamoró de él desde su primer encuentro, como si estuviera hechizada. Kaitlin se negaba a compararse con alguien fallecido, pero Ashley era una fuente continua de dolor en su matrimonio, apuñalando su corazón una y otra vez y, tras tres años aguantando, lo único que tenía para mostrar era un corazón destrozado. "Dices que eres la esposa de Alan Hewitt, ¡y sin embargo ni siquiera responde a tus llamadas!". El líder del grupo la tiró del pelo, "Temíamos que los Hewitt tomaran represalias, pero está claro que no les importas, ¡así que somos libres de hacer lo que queramos! Vengan, chicos, ¡a disfrutar! "¿A quién le importa si esa mujer es la esposa de Alan Hewitt?" El agudo dolor en el cuero cabelludo provocó un gemido de parte de la muchacha y, al ver las sonrisas viles en los rostros de sus secuestradores, cerró las manos en puños. Estaba decidida a resistirse, aunque eso significara su muerte y, cuando se acercaron, se abalanzó sobre el hombre más cercano y lo golpeó en el abdomen. Aprovechando el momento, corrió hacia una ventana parcialmente abierta, y la cabeza le daba vueltas la frente mientras perdía el conocimiento... "La situación de la paciente está estable, pero tiene un traumatismo craneal grave. No sabemos cuándo recuperará el conocimiento". "Menos mal que las fuerzas especiales ya estaban tras su pista, si no, quién sabe...". Voces suaves e indistintas la rodeaban y, luchando por recobrar el sentido, Kaitlin abrió los ojos y vio un borrón blanco. El penetrante olor a desinfectante inundó sus sentidos y, a través de la bruma, captó el murmullo del asistente de Alan. "Gracias, doctor". ¿Aún estaba viva? Poco a poco, recuperó la conciencia. "¡Señora Hewitt, ¿está despierta?!". El asistente se percató de que se agitaba y se apresuró a acercarse, inquiriendo con voz preocupada: "¿Está bien?". Kaitlin echó un vistazo a la estéril habitación del hospital, su voz era apenas un susurro al decir: "¿Dónde está Alan?". La cara del ayudante se tensó y, tras un momento de vacilación, murmuró: "Él… tuvo que ocuparse de algo. Puede que venga más tarde". Kaitlin se sintió abrumada por la decepción. ¿Había algo más urgente? ¿De verdad no le importaba en lo absoluto? ¿Podía serle tan indiferente a que ella sobreviviera en tal accidente? Con voz áspera, murmuró: "Ya veo… Puedes irte... Gracias por venir". El asistente se detuvo, como si quisiera añadir algo más, pero recordando las severas órdenes de su jefe, guardó silencio y salió de la habitación. Al quedarse sola, Kaitlin yacía en la cama del hospital, con el corazón oprimido por una escalofriante tristeza que se extendía por todo su pecho, enfrentándose a la dura realidad de que su esposo no la amaba, a pesar de que intentaba convencerse de que tal vez estaba ocupado con algo urgente. Sin embargo, en ese momento, la puerta de su habitación se abrió de nuevo, la chica pensó que era el asistente que volvía. Para su sorpresa, era Lilliana. Kaitlin entornó los ojos y cerró los puños. "Señorita Willis, ¿qué haces aquí?". La voz de Lilliana fue suave, teñida de una dulzura burlona. "Me enteré de tu secuestro y tus heridas, Kaitlin. Me preocupé tanto que tuve que venir a ver cómo estabas. Me recuerdas tanto a mi hermana… Siempre he sentido un vínculo especial contigo". El mensaje era claro para Kaitlin: Lilliana le recordaba sutilmente su lugar como mera sustituta de su hermana. "Si ella pudiera verte ahora, fingiendo ser dulce e inocente delante de su prometido, me pregunto qué pensaría tu querida hermana", respondió con sarcasmo. "Apenas somos conocidas, así que no hace falta tu visita". Un destello de sorpresa y fastidio pasó por el rostro de Lilliana, pero rápidamente enmascarado por una expresión de pena. "Kaitlin, ¿te molesta mi cercanía con Alan?". Puso una expresión inocente. "Solo somos amigos. Me está cuidando por mi hermana, así que no le des demasiada importancia". Su fachada le dio náuseas a Kaitlin. Al principio, la creía de verdad y no sentía ninguna animosidad hacia ella; no obstante, con el paso del tiempo esta chica usó sin cesar el nombre de Ashley, manipulando a Alan y sembrando la discordia con planes mezquinos entre la pareja. ¿Cómo no pudo ver la intención de la mujer? "No me interesa saber cuál es tu relación con él", afirmó con un tono escalofriante. "Te agradecería que te marcharas ahora y que te guardaras tus actuaciones para tus admiradores, pues a mí no me sirven de nada". Las lágrimas brotaron de los ojos de Lilliana, mostrando un profundo dolor agraviado. Se levantó y dejó caer a propósito su celular, que aterrizó frente a Kaitlin. Entonces la pantalla se iluminó, mostrando un chat, y apareció una imagen que mostraba a Lilliana siendo llevada por Alan mientras entraban en un hotel al amparo de la noche. Parecían estar impecablemente hechos el uno para el otro, y los mensajes que siguieron a la imagen fueron igual de impactantes. "¿No es ese su novio, señorita Willis? ¡Es muy guapo!". "¿Qué? ¿La señorita Willis tiene novio? ¡Me acaban de romper el corazón!". Kaitlin sintió un escalofrío recorrerle los dedos. ¿Así que se fueron a un hotel después de visitar la tumba de Ashley la noche anterior? Mientras ella luchaba por su vida, ¿qué hacía su esposo? ¿La Lilliana usaba como sustituta de Ashley mientras se? La idea le dio asco y, temblando sin control, levantó la cabeza para encontrarse con la mirada de Lilliana, sus ojos ardiendo de ira y dolor. Capítulo 3 Recuerda tu lugar "Kaitlin, por favor, escucha. No es lo que piensas… Es que nosotros...", pronunció Lilliana mientras agarraba su celular, con una mezcla de tristeza fingida y desafío en la mirada. La rabia de Kaitlin se desbordó y la empujó fuerte. "¡Fuera de aquí! ¡¿De qué estás tan orgullosa?! ¿De destruir mi matrimonio? ¡¿Cómo puedes ser tan desvergonzada?!". Lilliana retrocedió a trompicones, y su mano golpeó adrede la pierna herida de Kaitlin al caer contra la cama del hospital. El dolor de su pierna era tan intensa, nublándole la vista con lágrimas y, cuando alargó el brazo para apartar a la otra mujer, una mano fuerte le sujetó la muñeca. "Kaitlin, ¿te volviste loca?". La voz fría y severa de Alan cortó el caos. Kaitlin levantó la vista y lo vio, aún vestido con el sombrío traje negro de la foto que había visto antes, con el cansancio y la ira grabados en el rostro. Seguía siendo el mismo hombre alto y apuesto, pero a Kaitlin le parecía ahora por completo repulsivo. "¿Soy yo la que se volvió loca?", siseó ella, enfatizando cada palabra. "Tu amante se ha estado burlando de mí en mi cara, ¿cómo podría yo no reaccionar? ¡Me das asco, Alan!". La cara del varón se ensombreció de furia al encontrarse con la mirada furibunda y llena de lágrimas de Kaitlin. Había estado despierto toda la noche ocupándose de los secuestradores, sin un momento de descanso, solo para llegar al hospital y encontrarse a su esposa gritándole otra vez por Lilliana. Su asistente le informó de que estaba malherida, pero allí estaba ella, aparentemente más vigorosa que él. "Kaitlin, ¿intentas poner a prueba mi paciencia?". Espetó con tono gélido: "Discúlpate con Lilliana, ¡ya!". Hizo que Kaitlin se estremeciera, pero el dolor en su corazón fue más insoportable. De ninguna manera se disculparía. "¿Por qué exactamente?". Su voz sonaba ronca mientras protestaba. "¿Porque interrumpí tu luto por tu amada mientras yo estaba a punto de morir?Alan, aunque tu corazón no me pertenece, ¿no puedes al menos mostrarme el respeto que se le debe a una esposa?". Las venas palpitaban en la frente de Alan, y su apretón se hizo más fuerte, con sus nudillos blanqueándose. "¡Ya basta! ¡¿Cómo te atreves a mencionarla?!". El grito de Alan resonó mientras empujaba a Kaitlin contra la cama, como un dragón furioso. "¡Recuerda tu lugar! Haz lo que te ordeno, ¡ahora!". Su espalda se golpeó contra el cabecero, encendiendo sus heridas no curadas con un dolor insoportable. Se le llenaron los ojos de lágrimas y le dificultaba respirar. ¿Cuál era en realidad su lugar? ¿Solo su esposa simbólica, un peón para sus deseos, o una sustituta de Ashley? Ninguno de esos papeles tenía verdadera importancia. Alan se fijó en sus ojos rojos y se dio cuenta de que seguía sufriendo a causa de las heridas, así que aflojó el agarre, a punto de hablar, pero Lilliana lo agarró del brazo de repente. "¡Alan, Kaitlin sigue herida! Y debe de estar asustada después del secuestro. Por favor, no seas tan duro con ella. Si pegarme la hace sentir mejor, puedo soportarlo. Lo peor que podría pasar es que tuviera que cancelar mis próximas entrevistas y colaboraciones". Lo miró con expresión de sincera comprensión. "Habla con ella". Alan, controlando su enfado, retiró con cuidado la mano y habló en voz baja: "Tú también necesitas descansar. Vete a casa a dormir, yo resolveré esto. Y no te preocupes por el trabajo que puedas perder, te encontraré oportunidades aún mejores". Lilliana asintió, lanzó una mirada cautelosa a Kaitlin y salió de la habitación con una leve sonrisa de satisfacción. Las diferentes actitudes de Alan hacia ella y Lilliana dejaron a Kaitlin más fría y, a pesar de tener el cuerpo lleno de heridas, Alan parecía ajeno a ellas. Sin embargo, con solo unas palabras de Lilliana, su ira se disolvía. Era ridículo. Tras tres años de matrimonio, comprendió por fin cuál era su posición ante Alan. "Kaitlin, ya que estás herida, no quiero discutir", dijo el varón con frialdad, dejándola caer de nuevo sobre la cama. "No se lo cuentes a la abuela. Cuando te den el alta, tú...". Kaitlin intervino sin emoción: "Cuando me den el alta, nos divorciaremos". Se quitó el preciado anillo de boda y lo arrojó a sus pies. "En estos tres años, ya he devuelto tu amabilidad por salvarme". Alan se paralizó y se quedó mirando el anillo con expresión atónita e incrédula, y al cabo de un momento, se acercó, le apretó la muñeca con fuerza y le preguntó: "¡¿Qué dijiste?!" "¿Cuándo empezaste a tener problemas de oído?", replicó la muchacha, dejando que él tirara de ella más cerca. "Me cansé de ser una sustituta. Nuestro matrimonio se terminó". Los ojos de Alan se oscurecieron, y sus rasgos se nublaron de rabia. Capítulo 4 Voy a divorciarme El ambiente de la habitación era tenso, y la voz de Alan cortó el silencio como el hielo. "Kaitlin, ¿cómo se te ocurre sugerir el divorcio como una broma?". Ella le sostuvo la mirada con una resolución recién descubierta, y la mujer tímida y complaciente que solía ser ya no estaba a la vista. "Alan, esto no es ninguna broma. Acordamos tres años de matrimonio. Cuando me den el alta, tendré listos los papeles del divorcio. No quiero nada de ti, ni un céntimo, y a partir de ese momento seguiré mi propio camino". Un intenso rubor se extendió por el rostro de Alan, cuyos ojos ardían de furia. "Kaitlin, ¡¿cómo te atreves?!", él la susurrando con tono amenazador: "¡¿Quieres el divorcio?! ¡¿Crees que puedes arreglártelas sola ahí fuera?!". La respuesta de la muchacha fue tranquila y serena. "Estoy en perfecto estado de salud y en pleno uso de mis facultades mentales, ¿por qué no podría arreglármelas sola?". Alan apretó los dientes y la miró con frialdad, pero ella no se inmutó y sus labios se curvaron en una sonrisa desdeñosa. "¿No quieres separarte? No soy más que una sustituta, seguro que no has desarrollado sentimientos por mí. Profesas tu amor por Ashley, pero aquí estás, utilizando a otra mujer para reemplazarla. ¿No es absurdo?". La mano de Alan tembló de rabia, con las venas saltando. "¿Quién te crees que eres al pensar en que no quiero dejarte ir?". "Bien", respondió Kaitlin, con una sonrisa tensa pero decidida mientras luchaba contra su dolor interior. "Me pondré en contacto contigo para lo del divorcio. Y luego si me pasara algo ahí fuera, no es de tu incertidumbre". Alan se quedó de pie, con el pecho hinchado de rabia y los hombros anchos temblando mientras una expresión de aturdimiento nublaba su rostro. La repentina ferocidad de Kaitlin y su férrea determinación le recordaron a alguien que conocía. Ashley tenía ese mismo espíritu agudo e inflexible. Pero ahora esa mujer quería dejarlo. ¿Cómo podía ella siquiera pensar en algo así? "Bien, estaré esperando", escupió el hombre con frialdad y, con un enérgico giro, salió furioso, cerrando la puerta tras de sí con un sonoro golpe. ¿Cómo podía Kaitlin, una mera huérfana amnésica, arreglárselas sin él? Se burló de la idea, curioso por saber cuánto tiempo podría aguantar. La habitación volvió a quedar en silencio, dejando a la muchacha perdida. Oyó el sonido difuso de los pasos de Alan mientras las lágrimas empezaban a correr por su rostro, abrasándole la piel como el fuego. Esto era el fin, la absurda obsesión y el interpretar el papel de otra persona durante tres años por fin terminaban. Se envolvió en la manta, tratando de evitar el frío, pero su corazón seguía helado y hueco, como desgarrado en pedazos, sin dejar nada más que un desastre destrozado. Tres días más tarde, salió del hospital, redactó los papeles del divorcio y los envió a la empresa de Alan. Kaitlin accedió entonces a su cuenta de Twitter y compartió un post. "He vuelto". ...... ¿Qué sucederá en adelante? Los capítulos disponibles son limitados aquí, haga click el botón abajo para instalar APP y disfrutar leyendo más contenidos maravillosos. 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2,094,754	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-04 22:40	active	1580	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,094,755	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) '{"is_bh_simple_request":false,"simple_request_ratio":1,"is_bh_selenium":false,"selenium_ratio":1,"ratio_threshold":0.8}'	Yes	2024-10-04 22:40	active	1580	Mon ex-femme obéissante est une grande patronne !	"Elle est de retour, je vais l'épouser !" En voyant son mari depuis trois ans déposer un accord de divorce, elle se rend compte avec tristesse qu'elle était une remplaçante. Après son divorce, elle fait un retour éclatant en tant qu'héritière d'un empire commercial. ===== « Divorçons », a déclaré Braiden Collins. « Sommes-nous obligés de le faire ? » Les mots se sont à peine échappés des lèvres d'Emily. Cela faisait trois ans qu'ils étaient mariés. Pourtant, l'homme est resté aussi distant pendant tout ce temps. Il n'y avait dans sa voix aucune forme de tendresse, seulement un détachement qui faisait froid dans le dos. Braiden a légèrement plissé les yeux en la regardant. L'absence de maquillage ne cachait en rien la beauté naturelle d'Emily, même si ses yeux étaient rougis par l'émotion. Mais pour Braiden, elle n'était rien d'autre qu'une femme calme et insignifiante. Elle avait rempli son rôle d'épouse sans faute, mais il ne ressentait aucun amour pour elle. Trois ans plus tôt, un accident de voiture avait laissé à Braiden une grave blessure à la colonne vertébrale, jetant le doute sur sa capacité à remarcher. Le pronostic était très sombre. Il avait risqué d'être paraplégique à vie. Au cours de cette période difficile, les circonstances l'avaient obligé à se séparer de la femme qu'il aimait. Sous l'insistance de sa mère, il avait fait un mariage arrangé, épousant une femme médecin qui pourrait s'occuper de lui indéfiniment. Emily était devenue son choix, son absence de passé prestigieux et sa nature discrète étant des facteurs déterminants. « Cela fait trois ans que tu es à mes côtés, que tu t'occupes de moi. En guise de compensation, je suis prêt à t'offrir dix millions de dollars. » Il n'y avait aucune émotion dans le ton de Braiden, qui n'avait pas d'affection particulière pour elle. « À moins que, bien sûr, tu ne souhaites autre chose... » « Pourquoi ? » Pour la première fois, Emily lui a coupé la parole. Ses yeux larmoyants brillaient d'un mélange de détermination et de réticence. « Pourquoi demandes-tu le divorce maintenant ? » Sa question est restée en suspens. Le jour suivant serait celui de leur troisième anniversaire de mariage. Elle avait envisagé de le fêter, ainsi que de nombreux autres à venir, rêvant d'une vie entière avec lui. « Tu sais que la personne que j'aime n'est pas toi. » La voix de Braiden a traversé ses pensées, froide et détachée, n'offrant aucune lueur d'espoir. « Natalia est revenue. J'ai l'intention de l'épouser. » La révélation a touché Emily comme un coup de tonnerre et l'a fait trembler. Le mariage dans lequel elle avait mis tout son cœur pendant trois ans semblait facile à briser à la mention du nom de Natalia Powell. « Monsieur... », l'arrivée soudaine du majordome a rompu le silence. « Mme Powell a vomi son repas et a même craché du sang ! » Braiden a changé d'attitude et est passé rapidement devant Emily, se dirigeant vers la chambre d'amis. Sa voix, grave et pressante, a ordonné : « Prépare la voiture. Nous allons à l'hôpital. » Peu après, il est réapparu, portant tendrement une femme fragile dans ses bras. Natalia était couverte d'une couverture qu'Emily avait elle-même brodée. Elle avait l'air extrêmement frêle, sa pâleur lui donnant l'air d'être au bord de la mort. Braiden s'est arrêté et s'est tourné vers Emily, avant d'annoncer : « L'avocat va discuter des détails du divorce avec toi. Tu dois quitter le manoir dans les trois jours. » Puis il a soigneusement ajusté la femme dans ses bras et a descendu les escaliers, sans jeter un seul coup d'œil en arrière. Emily est restée ancrée en haut de l'escalier, les yeux fixés sur leurs silhouettes en partance. Natalia, blottie dans l'étreinte de Braiden, a jeté un regard victorieux vers Emily. Une heure plus tôt, Natalia lui avait dit avec un sourire narquois : « Je suis de retour. Rends-le-moi. » La résolution d'Emily est retombée seulement après qu'ils ont disparu de sa vue. Des larmes silencieuses coulaient sur ses joues pendant qu'elle se recroquevillait sur elle-même, un frisson de froid l'enveloppant. Dix années s'étaient écoulées. Depuis le moment où il l'avait sauvée du désespoir jusqu'à aujourd'hui, elle l'avait admiré de loinpendant dix ans, en l'aimant. Combien de dix ans avait-elle dans toute sa vie ? Pourtant, son amour était impossible à forcer. Peu importe à quel point elle se rabaissait, il était clair qu'elle ne parviendrait jamais à faire naître les mêmes sentiments dans le cœur de Braiden. « Braiden, je ne verserai plus de larmes pour toi. » Sur ces mots, Emily a séché ses larmes. La femme douce et fragile avait disparu, remplacée par quelqu'un de froid et d'inébranlable. Une étincelle de détermination est apparue dans ses yeux. Il était temps pour elle d'aller de l'avant. Sur la table de chevet de la chambre principale, les papiers du divorce étaient bien visibles. Emily a consulté la dernière page du document et son regard s'est posé sur la signature familière. Une brève lueur d'émotion a traversé son visage alors qu'elle touchait tendrement le nom de Braiden. Elle a étouffé un reniflement, se retenant de pleurer, a pris le stylo et a signé son nom: Emily Green. Tout avait commencé avec ce nom, et il était normal que tout se termine avec lui. En sortant du manoir, Emily a remarqué qu'une voiture de luxe noire attendait sur le bord de la route. Elle y est montée et a annoncé calmement : « Je suis divorcée. » L'homme au volant, portant une paire de lunettes de soleil, a souri et a dit : « Félicitations pour avoir récupéré ta liberté. » Il lui a tendu un ordinateur portable, d'une voix encourageante. « Il est temps de te redécouvrir. Nous attendions tous ton retour avec impatience. » Chapitre 2 Le retour de Mme Morris Emily s'est arrêtée un instant pour se ressaisir, puis elle a allumé son ordinateur portable. En tapant rapidement sur les touches, elle a navigué à travers le système de surveillance, effaçant méticuleusement toute trace de sa présence. Elle était venue avec un passé entouré de mystère et avait l'intention de disparaître de cette manière. « Monsieur, Mme Green est partie ! » Le lendemain matin, Braiden a reçu la mise à jour et est revenu au manoir en provenance de l'hôpital. En entrant dans la chambre, il a été accueilli par le parfum familier et rafraîchissant des roses, un parfum distinctif d'Emily. Pourtant, Braiden ne s'est pas arrêté pour s'imprégner de l'ambiance. Il s'est approché de la table de chevet. Il y a trouvé les papiers du divorce, déjà signés par Emily, ainsi que le chèque intact de dix millions de dollars qu'il avait préparé pour elle. Une lettre se trouvait sous le sceau. Il l'a prise et l'a dépliée pour découvrir un message écrit de la main élégante d'Emily. « Joyeux troisième anniversaire de mariage. Braiden, au revoir. » Les mots l'ont frappé, d'autant plus que son regard s'est posé sur le calendrier à côté du lit. Le dix avril, c'était l'anniversaire de leur mariage. Trois ans s'étaient écoulés en un clin d'œil. Tout en écoutant le briefing de son assistant, Braiden a adopté un regard contemplatif. « Trouve où elle est allée », a-t-il ordonné à voix basse. *** Trois jours plus tard, Braiden était allé chercher Natalia à l'hôpital.Sur le chemin du retour, il était au téléphone, grondant : « Tu n'as pas trouvé de traces ? Qu'est-ce que tu as fait exactement ? » Au bout du fil, l'assistant était visiblement inquiet. Malgré des recherches approfondies sur les images de surveillance couvrant des centaines de kilomètres et de nombreuses tactiques, Emily a disparu sans laisser de traces. Braiden a froncé les sourcils. Se souvenant de la femme réservée et silencieuse, il se demandait si elle avait eu l'intention de laisser une impression d'unicité. « Monsieur, j'ai mis en place une équipe de recherche à la ville d'Ontmore. Il est possible qu'elle soit retournée à ses racines », a dit l'assistant. « Ce n'est pas la peine », a répondu Braiden, d'un ton indifférent. « Nous sommes divorcés maintenant. Il n'y a plus aucune raison de maintenir des liens. Comme elle a choisi cette voie, qu'il en soit ainsi. » « C'est compris. Mais il y a encore une chose... et c'est une question d'affaires ! » Sentant l'impatience grandissante de son patron, l'assistant s'est empressé d'insister sur le caractère professionnel de sa prochaine mise à jour. « Vas-y », a dit Braiden. « Il s'agit de la famille Morris à Merden. Depuis quelques jours, l'insaisissable acheteuse du Groupe Morris a fait son apparition. D'après les rapports, Emily Morris est de retour. » Le sourcil de Braiden s'est arqué sous l'effet de la surprise. Emily Morris ? N'était-elle pas censée être morte depuis trois ans ? Pendant ce temps, Le Groupe Morris, niché dans l'Immeuble Crest, à la ville de Merden, était en pleine effervescence. Les employés se pressaient tandis que les dirigeants se réunissaient dans le hall d'entrée, attendant avec impatience l'arrivée de leur nouveau PDG. Deux jours plus tôt, le Groupe Morris, au bord de la faillite après une chute spectaculaire des marchés boursiers, s'était retrouvé soudainement sauvé. Un mystérieux personnage est intervenu pour racheter l'entreprise à prix d'or, en veillant à ce que les employés conservent leur emploi. Mais les employés ressentaient à présent une nouvelle vague d'incertitude. Soudain, quelqu'un a dit à haute voix : « Le nouveau PDG est arrivé ! Silence ! » L'air du hall d'entrée s'est empli d'impatience et tous les regards se sont tournés vers l'entrée. Une Rolls-Royce noire et élégante s'est arrêtée, et le vice-président lui-même s'est avancé pour ouvrir la portière. Une femme en est sortie. Ses hauts talons noirs ont d'abord touché le sol, révélant une silhouette aux cheveux courts soigneusement coiffés, vêtue d'un impeccable tailleur blanc. Elle a pris toute sa hauteur et son maquillage raffiné a mis en valeur ses traits remarquables. Pour les hauts dirigeants qui avaient consacré près d'une décennie au Groupe Morris, son visage était indubitablement familier. Ils ont sursauté en signe d'incrédulité collective. « Mme Morris... » Chapitre 3 Renaître ! La personne qui avait redonné vie au Groupe Morris et obtenu le cinquante-et-un pour cent des parts du groupe s'avérait être Emily ! N'avait-elle pas été présumée morte ? Emily, l'ancienne héritière du Groupe Morris, avait disparu depuis trois ans dans un tragique accident d'alpinisme, tombée du haut d'une falaise et dont le corps n'a jamais été retrouvé. Ses oncles, Kyson et Logan, l'avaient pleurée lors de somptueuses funérailles, avant de prendre le contrôle du Groupe Morris et d'hériter des biens d'Emily. Leur imagination la plus folle ne leur permettait pas de croire qu'elle pouvait réapparaître miraculeusement. Emily s'est réjouie de leur étonnement en s'asseyant confortablement dans son fauteuil. Elle a dit avec désinvolture : « Oncles, je suis revenue d'entre les morts. C'est choquant, n'est-ce pas ? » Pendant trois ans, elle a été animée par l'amour. Désormais, elle ne changera pour personne... ... ==== Pendant trois ans, Emily a essayé d'être l'épouse parfaite pour Braiden, mais ses sentiments pour elle sont restés froids. Lorsqu'il lui a demandé de divorcer pour une autre femme, Emily a disparu et lui est apparue plus tard de manière inattendue, devenir son nouveau fantasme... Que se passe-t-il ensuite? Le nombre de chapitres affichés est limité. Appuyez sur le bouton ci-dessous pour installer notre application et lire les chapitres suivants. 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2,094,752	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-04 22:39	active	1580	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,094,753	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-04 22:40	active	1580	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,094,756	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-04 22:40	active	1580	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,094,768	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-04 22:40	active	1580	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,094,766	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-04 22:40	active	1580	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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2,094,769	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	Yes	2024-10-04 22:40	active	1580	Желания Луны: Дерзкое Предложение Директора	Чтобы оплатить медицинские расходы матери, она согласилась выйти замуж за генерального директора, но не ожидала, что после замужества влюбится в этого мужчину, который уже заботился о ком-то другом. ===== Виолетта Хромова, находившаяся в командировке, лежала на кровати в гостиничном номере, постепенно проваливаясь в сон. Внезапный, hо как внутри неё пробуждается необъяснимое желание, oна неосознанно и схватила телефон. Из-за отсутствия контактных линз девушка плохо видела, но, отыскав знакомую фамилию своей лучшей подруги, нажала на неё и отправила сообщение. Несколько секунд спустя она получила ответ. «?» Виолетта нахмурилась и пошутила: «Не делай вид, что не понимаешь! Я в комнате 1501». Отправив сообщение, Виолетта с нетерпением ждала ответа, но тишину нарушало лишь стрекотание сверчков. Когда она собиралась встать с постели, чтобы попить воды, внезапно раздался звонок в дверь. Девушка не придала этому особого значения, oткрыв дверь, Виолетта замерла. «Господин Бролов?» Похоже, он недавно принял душ. Его короткие волосы ещё не успели высохнуть, а тело прикрывал лишь чёрный шёлковый халат. Благодаря своему высокому росту и крепкому телосложению он возвышался над ней и практически перекрывал дверной проём. «Господин Бролов, чем я могу помочь...» Прежде чем девушка успела закончить предложение, mужчина бросился к ней... Освещаемая лунным светом, девушка поразмыслила об этом и наконец, набравшись смелости, обвила его шею руками. Глава 2 Двоякость Вадима Бролова Виолетта проснулась рано утром и обнаружила, лежа рядом с мужчиной. Боже! Что она натворила? Не теряя ни минуты, Виолетта быстро оделась, собрала вещи и побежала к стойке регистрации отеля, чтобы заселиться в другой номер. Пытаясь понять, что, чёрт возьми, произошло прошлым вечером, она проверила свой телефон и обнаружила, что отправленные ею н**ристойные сообщения не дошли до её лучшей подруги Алины Броловой. Оказалось, что Виолетта по ошибке отправила их другому человеку с такой же фамилией - своему начальнику и генеральному директору компании «Эссенция», Вадиму Бролову. Несколько лет назад на встрече школьных выпускников староста класса создал чат-группу и попросил всех добавить друг друга в друзья. Виолетта прекрасно помнила, что Вадим сам добавился к ней в друзья, но за всё время ни разу ей не написал. Девушка в панике провела рукой по своим растрёпанным волосам, пытаясь понять, как могла совершить настолько глупую ошибку. Она вошла в свой новый номер и постаралась успокоиться. Затем Виолетта решительно достала телефон и вышла из группового чата выпускников. После этого она сменила своё имя в соцсетях с Виолетты на Лилию, а фотографию заменила на изображение случайной девушки, которое нашла в Интернете. Теперь Вадим не узнает, кто она. Виолетта решила, что нет необходимости удалять его из друзей. Учитывая, что номер 1501 был забронирован компанией, не должно остаться никаких следов, ведущих к ней. Приняв эти меры предосторожности, Виолетта наконец отложила телефон в сторону и снова уснула. Проснулась она под пронзительный звон будильника над ухом. Сегодня ей с менеджером предстояло пойти в компанию «Грация», чтобы обсудить дополнительное финансирование. Прибыльность проекта снизилась настолько, что он стал убыточным. Партнёры требовали восполнить потери и пригрозили продать свою долю акций, если это не будет сделано. Инвестиционному отделу повезло, что у Вадима был свой частный самолёт, на котором они и полетели в срочном порядке в Донинск. Умывшись и почистив зубы, девушка поспешила в вестибюль отеля с документами в руке. Вскоре после этого Алина спустилась вниз, недовольно пробормотав: «Кирилл продолжает настаивать, что мы ничего не должны восполнять, но я сходила в компанию и проверила договор. На копии было его имя!» «Тсс, Кирилл идёт. Лучше ему об этом не слышать», - предупредила Виолетта. В этот момент она заметила высокого мужчину, выходящего из лифта в окружении группы людей. Это был Вадим. Он сменил шёлковый халат, в котором был вчера вечером, на хорошо сшитый чёрный костюм. Его густые брови были слегка нахмурены, а тонкие губы плотно сжаты, пока он слушал доклад своего секретаря. Проходя по вестибюлю, Вадим даже не взглянул на Виолетту. Его холодность была хорошо известна всем в деловом мире. Выражение этого точёного лица всегда оставалось сдержанным и высокомерным. Вадим мало говорил, но одного его присутствия было достаточно, чтобы температура воздуха вокруг него казалась ниже, чем в остальном помещении. «Боже, какой же господин Бролов красавчик! - взволнованно прошептала Алина, не замечая явного смущения Виолетты. - У нас с ним одна фамилия, но почему мы такие разные? Эй, Виолетта, приём! Ты слушаешь?» Алина коснулась руки Виолетты, возвращая ту в реальность. Виолетта поспешна опустила голову, надеясь, что Вадим её не заметил. Однако, когда группа уже подходила к выходу, он вдруг сказал своему секретарю: «Выясни, кто вчера вечером заселился в номер 1501». Услышав эти цифры, Виолетта почувствовала, будто её ноги налились свинцом. Её разум полностью опустел, и она лишь смутно услышала восклицание Алины: «1501? Там же вчера ночевала Виолетта!» Громкий голос Алины привлёк внимание всех, включая Вадима. К счастью для Виолетты, он быстро потерял интерес и направился к двери, словно ничего не произошло. За ним последовала его свита, и все вместе они покинули отель. Как только они ушли, Алина вопросительно посмотрела на Виолетту. «Это довольно странно, не так ли? Почему господин Бролов интересуется твоей комнатой?» - озадачено спросила она. Виолетта облегчённо вздохнула и ответила: «Из моего номера открывается хороший вид. Может, он хочет там остановиться». «Серьёзно?» «Не забывай, что он генеральный директор!» Алина пожала плечами. Слова Виолетты имели смысл, поскольку она и Вадим принадлежали к двум совершенно разным мирам, и между ними ничего не могло произойти. Внезапно девушка замерла. Oна быстро пролистала документы в руках. «Чёрт!» Вероятно, она оставила контракт в номере 1501, когда поспешно сбегала...... ...... Что будет дальше? Количество глав здесь ограничено, нажмите на кнопку ниже, чтобы установить приложение и продолжить чтение более захватывающих глав! 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2,094,765	/src/Template/Ads/index.ctp (line 281) null	No	2024-10-04 22:40	active	1580	Read next chapter👉	As a junior assistant, she slept with the company's CEO. She was sure she would lose her job, but instead, her boss proposed to her: "Marry me!" ===== "Bethany, you should sleep with a handsome guy while you're still young, it's amazing! I highly recommend dabbling in something dirty while you're at it." Bethany Holt, away on a business trip and having had a little wine, lay in her hotel bed, on the verge of drifting off to sleep. However, as soon as she closed her eyes, the words of her best friend, Aimee Bates, replayed in her mind. In a month, she would turn twenty-six-and in all her years on this earth, she never had a boyfriend. She hadn't even kissed a man yet. It wasn't the first time Aimee had suggested it, but today, Bethany suddenly felt an inexplicable desire awakening inside of her. Bethany sat up in bed as this strange, new feeling grew unbearable. Subconsciously, she grabbed her phone. Having taken out her contact lenses, her vision was blurred and she couldn't see the screen clearly, but when she saw the familiar surname of her best friend, she tapped on it and sent her a message. "Send me some recommendations. I'm in the mood to watch what you just said." Seconds later, she received a reply. "?" Bethany frowned and, still drunk, joked, "Don't play ignorant! Either send me movies or send me a hot guy. I'm in Room 1501." After hitting send, Bethany waited expectantly for a reply, only to be met with crickets. Just as she was about to get out of bed for some water, the doorbell suddenly rang. She didn't think too much of it and walked right over. After all, Aimee wouldn't actually send a man to her room in the middle of the night, would she? As soon as she opened the door, Bethany went as stiff as a board. "Mr. Bates?" He seemed to have just taken a shower. His short hair was still dripping wet, and he was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. Because of his tall and strong frame, he towered over her and practically blocked the doorway. His handsome face was partially obscured in the darkness, his eyes no longer as indifferent and detached as usual. Instead, he looked like a hungry beast, staring at its prey. "Mr. Bates, what can I do for-" Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a pair of big hands grabbing the back of her head. The next second, she felt his rough lips pressed against hers. Bethany could taste the sickly sweetness of wine on his tongue. Before she could understand what was happening, she was thrown on the bed and the man climbed on top of her. It was obvious that Jonathan Bates was drunk. Otherwise, why would the CEO of Ensson Corporation come to a lowly assistant's hotel room? Bethany's first instinct was to fight back, but all of a sudden, she stopped struggling. It was her first time being with a man. Her alcohol-addled brain started to consider that maybe sleeping with such a handsome, rich, and powerful one would be a good thing. Jonathan wouldn't remember who she was, just like how he didn't remember that they were seat mates in junior high for nearly a year. As a low-level assistant at the company, Bethany rarely crossed paths with their CEO. No one would ever believe that she had slept with him. After mulling over it for a few seconds, she finally plucked up the courage to wrap her arms around his neck in the moonlight. Chapter 2 The Duality Of Jonathan Bates In the wee hours of the morning, Bethany woke up to find the man next to her still fast asleep. He was so close that his steady breath tickled her neck, making it hard for her to lie still. Oh, God! What had she done? She had slept with her boss! Eyes wide as saucers, Bethany held her breath and carefully extricated herself from his arms. Without a moment to lose, she quickly got dressed, packed her things, and ran to the hotel's front desk to check into another room. Wondering what the hell happened last night, she checked her phone and found that the dirty texts she had sent hadn't gone to her best friend, Aimee Bates. No, she had mistakenly texted someone else who had the same surname-Jonathan Bates, her boss and CEO of Ensson Corporation. A few years ago, at a junior high school reunion, the class monitor had created a chat group and asked everyone to add each other as friends. Bethany clearly remembered that it was Jonathan who had added her, but he never messaged her, and vice versa. Bethany ran her fingers through her wild hair in distress, unable to wrap her head around the fact that she had made such a stupid mistake. She checked into her new room and sat down, trying to calm herself down. Then, she decisively took out her phone and left the high school chat group. She changed her social media name from Bethany to Lily and replaced her profile picture with that of a stock photo of a random girl she downloaded from the Internet. Now, Jonathan wouldn't know who she was. She figured it wouldn't be necessary to unfriend Jonathan. And since Room 1501 was booked by the company, there were no traces that could lead to her. After taking these precautions, Bethany finally put her phone aside and went back to sleep. The next thing she knew, her alarm clock was blaring into her ears. Today, she had to go to Glora Company with her manager to discuss additional funding. The net value of the project had plummeted to its limit loss. The other party demanded replenishing, or they would sell the securities assets. In this emergency, the investment department was lucky to use Jonathan's private plane to fly to Degend for business. After washing her face and brushing her teeth, Bethany hurried to the hotel lobby with the documents in hand. Shortly after, Aimee came downstairs, muttering unhappily, "Carson Smith insisted we weren't the replenishing party, but I went to the trust company and checked the contract. His name was clearly on the copy!" "Shh, Carson's coming. Don't let him hear you," Bethany warned. Just then, she noticed a tall man surrounded by a group of people walking out of the elevator. It was Jonathan. He had changed the silk robe he wore last night into a well-tailored black suit. His thick eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his thin lips tightly pursed as he listened to his secretary's report on something. As he walked across the lobby, he didn't even spare a glance at Bethany. Jonathan's cold demeanor was well-known in the business world. His sharp, handsome face was always reserved and arrogant. He didn't talk much, but his mere presence was enough to make the very air around him drop several hundred degrees. Bethany tried her best to recall, but the man in front of her seemed so different from the one who had kissed her so passionately last night. It seemed she might have remembered it all wrong. "Oh, my God, Mr. Bates is so handsome. I would literally die to sleep with him for just one night!" Aimee whispered to Bethany excitedly, failing to notice Bethany's visible discomfort. "We both have the same surname, but why is there such a huge gap between us? Hey, earth to Bethany! Hello?" Aimee touched Bethany's arm, snapping her back to reality. Bethany immediately lowered her head, trying to avoid being seen by Jonathan. But just as he and the group of people were about to reach the exit, he stopped in his tracks and said to his secretary, "Find out who was checked into Room 1501 last night." Hearing those numbers, Bethany felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Her mind went completely blank, and she could only vaguely hear Aimee exclaim, "1501? That's where Bethany slept last night!" Aimee's loud voice drew everyone's attention, including Jonathan's. Fortunately for Bethany, he quickly lost interest and headed for the door as though nothing happened. His entourage followed, and together, they all left the hotel. As soon as they were gone, Aimee poked Bethany with an inquisitive look in her eye. "That was weird, huh? Why would Mr. Bates be interested in your room?" Aimee was puzzled. She had expected something sensational to happen, but unexpectedly, Jonathan left as though the revelation meant nothing to him. Bethany breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "My room has a good view. Maybe he wants to stay there." "Seriously?" "Don't forget he's the CEO!" Aimee shrugged. Bethany's words made sense-since she and Jonathan were from two completely different worlds, nothing could have happened between them. "Do you think a gorgeous yet cold man like Mr. Bates is good in b*d?" she suddenly asked, wriggling her brows at Bethany playfully. Bethany was speechless. Aimee's fantasies were exaggerated, but as for his size... Bethany suddenly realized her mind was drifting off to more inappropriate thoughts. She shook her head, banishing those dirty images to the back of her brain. She blamed Aimee for being a bad influence. Suddenly, Bethany froze. She quickly flipped through the documents in her hand. "Damn it." She may left the project contract in Room 1501 when she hurriedly made her escape...... ...... As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?" What happens next? 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