Chapter 1

"Are you a virgin?"

In the dimly lit, luxurious presidential suite, Michael Johnson's large hands tore apart Diana Garcia's wedding dress with ease.

His cool fingertips slowly trailed up her slender legs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

Diana opened her eyes slightly, catching a glimpse of Michael's wet shirt clinging to his body, revealing the faint outline of his eight-pack abs.

"Yeah." Diana reached out, letting the wedding dress slip off her body, wrapping her arms around Michael's neck, and kissing his Adam's apple.

She was confused, her kisses uncoordinated and messy.

Michael's fingers pressed down inch by inch along Diana's back, his voice husky, "Do you even know who you're dealing with?"

To Diana, it didn't matter who she was dealing with, as long as it was better than her father marrying her off to a man in his fifties.

The desire within her surged higher and higher. Diana's eyes fluttered as she kissed the corner of his lips, "Sir, you're getting turned on."

Her voice was sweet and soft, burrowing into his heart.

Michael suddenly closed the distance between them, pressing down on her and capturing her mouth in a dominating kiss.

"Wait..." Diana's word was crushed by Michael's forceful kiss, leaving her breathless.

"Take a breath." Seeing Diana almost suffocating, Michael released her, commanding softly.

Beads of water dripped from his forehead, falling onto her body.

"Can't even kiss right, and you're trying to seduce someone?"

Michael's words carried the authority of someone in power, making it hard to breathe.

"Then teach me." Diana's voice was soft, her body rubbing against his.

The fire of desire was ignited, and Michael flipped her over, kissing her back with no restraint.

By midnight, Diana couldn't take it anymore, crying and begging for mercy, "I can't... please, be gentle."

Michael bit her lip, "Begging won't help."

Her sobs were intermittent, while Michael's body moved relentlessly, showing no signs of stopping.

Michael, on top of Diana, acted like he had never touched a woman before, using every trick he knew on her.

No sleep that night.

Diana woke up first, her body feeling like it had been run over by a truck, and even moving her fingers felt heavy.

The sound of steady breathing beside her made her turn her head, and she saw Michael's flawless face.

Even asleep, he exuded the pride and aloofness of someone from a powerful family.

Yesterday, Diana had been tricked by her father, Finn Garcia, into trying on wedding dresses for her sister, Veda Garcia. In the middle of it, Owen Nelson appeared, groping her and claiming Finn wanted to marry her off to him.

Diana had fought off Owen and fled with all her might, only to find out that Finn had drugged her water!

In her daze, she had grabbed Michael to deal with the drug's effects.

Better to be with Michael than to be defiled by Owen.

But looking at Michael's handsome face now, Diana felt a bit guilty.

She quickly got up, not daring to linger, and left a thousand dollars on his pillow out of guilt.

Not long after she left the hotel, Michael woke up.

Seeing the empty side of the bed and the money Diana had left, he was both amused and annoyed.

What did this woman take him for? A gigolo?

Michael took out his phone and made a call, "Find out who she is."

Diana first went to the pharmacy to buy emergency contraception. Just as she took it, her phone rang.

"Diana, get back here immediately."

Diana gritted her teeth, enduring Finn's furious voice, and hung up.

If it weren't for the company being in trouble, Finn wouldn't have thought of her. It was laughable that she had thought he had a conscience and wanted to make it up to her.

As soon as Diana stepped into the house, a cup of hot coffee was thrown at her.

She dodged to the side.

"You ungrateful brat! Marrying Owen would give you a good life, and you dare run away!"

"If you run, what will happen to the company's funds? Do you want to see the Garcia family go bankrupt?"

"Go apologize to Owen right now!"

Diana's cold eyes stared at Finn, "You sell your daughter for profit and want me to apologize? How shameless can you be?"

"This idea must have come from your beloved mistress."

Ever since Finn brought his mistress, Layla Scott, into the house, Diana had moved out. For the past ten years, he hadn't cared about her at all.

Layla, busy in the kitchen, stormed out, glaring at Diana, "Who are you calling a mistress? Your father raised you! It's your mother's fault for being incompetent; who else can you blame?"

Fury surged in Diana's heart, and she couldn't hear Layla's words anymore. She walked towards her step by step.

Seeing her approach, Layla raised her hand to slap her, but Diana caught her wrist and twisted it hard, making Layla scream in pain.

Layla's curses turned into wails.

Diana, still furious, pushed her away and slapped her hard.

She looked at Finn coldly, "I won't apologize. If anyone wants to serve the old man, they can do it themselves."

Diana shoved Layla aside and left the Garcia Villa without looking back.

This place had ceased to be her home ten years ago.

That evening, feeling down, Diana went to a club with her best friend, Nora Adams.

She drank a bit too much, her beautiful eyes drooping, the wine glass in her hand swaying gently, her vision blurring.

There were plenty of handsome men around, but none compared to the man from last night.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the entrance, and the club owner went to greet someone.

The women at the table next to Diana stood up excitedly, looking ahead, "It's really Michael! So handsome!"

Diana glanced up, only catching a glimpse of Michael's hair.

She muttered to herself, "He can't be as handsome as the guy from last night."

Nora, returning from the restroom, overheard and teased, "Your standards are too high. Michael is the best candidate for marriage, with many socialites chasing after him. But he doesn't like women, so they can only admire from afar."

Diana's mind drifted to the chiseled face of the man from last night. She felt that no one in the world could compare to him.

Diana smiled slyly at her, "You don't like him, do you?"

Nora quickly shook her head, "No way, a man that unattainable, I wouldn't dare."

Diana blinked, her smile enchanting, "I've had too much to drink. I need to use the restroom."

She walked unsteadily, her vision doubling. After much effort, she reached the restroom and opened the door, only to hear a scream.