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The drama didn’t seem to discourage Matthew, not at all. If anything, his resolve only deepened. The very next day, he arrived at the Harper family estate, his arms laden with luxurious gift boxes.
Unable to afford the extravagant tiara Mabel adored, he decided to dazzle her with quantity over quality. Inside the boxes was an array of earrings, necklaces, and brooches, each chosen with her preferences in mind.
In the past, news of Matthew’s arrival would send Mabel rushing downstairs, eager to greet him. She couldn’t bear the thought of keeping him waiting. Today, however, was different. Hours dragged on, and she remained nowhere in sight, leaving Matthew in the Harper family’s lavish living room until late into the evening
Oddly, Matthew didn’t seem too bothered by the wait Rhea was there to keep him company.
For Rhea, this was an opportunity too perfect to pass up. The longer Mabel stayed away, the more time she had to charm
Matthew
As Rhea glanced at the mountain of luxury shopping bags by his side, envy burned in her eyes. ‘What’s so special about Mabel? How did she inspire such devotion? Why did men fall over themselves to spoil her?‘
“Matthew, it breaks my heart to see you like this, Rhea said, her voice soft and dripping with false sympathy. “If I were her, I’d never leave you waiting. But Mabel’s been spoiled her whole life- she doesn’t know how to appreciate someone as amazing as you. I’m different, though. If I had a boyfriend like you, I’d cherish him every day. I’d never make things hard for
you
As she spoke, Rhea leaned in slightly, her black silk slip dress clinging to her every curve. The lace hem barely grazed her thighs
Noticing Matthew’s sour mood, Rhea picked up two glasses of red wine and handed one to him.
Matthew, slumped in frustration, said nothing. He had never been humiliated like this before. With his status, women usually tripped over themselves to win his favor. Yet here he was, waiting like a fool.
Matthew, too irritated to resist, accepted the glass without a word. He clinked it against hers lightly before downing it in a single gulp.
Rhea’s smile deepened.
Glass after glass, they drank together, and Rhea edged closer with each sip. Her bare legs brushed against his, sending a faint shiver through him.
Normally, Matthew could hold his liquor without issue, but tonight something felt off. A strange dizziness clouded his thoughts, and an unfamiliar warmth spread through his body.
Seeing her chance, Rhea leaned in, her hand grazing his cheek as she feigned concern. The deep neckline of her dress plunged precariously low, revealing practically everything inside.
Matthew felt his body burning with a heat he couldn’t explain. He smelled Rhea’s perfume lingering in the air, intoxicating and overwhelming.
Matthew’s breath came heavier now. He felt itchy from head to me. At last, desire clouded his judgement. Without thinking, his hand shot out, grabbing at Rhea’s neckline and tearing the delicate fabric. Then he pressed his lips on Rhea’s
“Going commando, huh? You linle slut,” he muttered, his voice rough and tinged with hunger.
On the couch, the two became entangled as Rhea let out soft, encouraging sounds, coaxing him further. Piece by piece, her remaining clothing disappeared under his impatient hands.
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“Oh, Matthew! Don’t.. don’t do this… she moaned softly, her tone betraying more eagerness than reluctance.
“Not here,” she whispered, her voice trembling with practiced hesitation. “Let’s go to my room, okay?”
Neither Rhea nor Matthew noticed Mabel standing silently at the corner of the staircase, her face a mask of icy calm. Her cold eyes took in every detail of their heated encounter. She had recorded it all on her phone, her grip steady, her expression unreadable.
Rhea hadn’t planned to drig Matthew this early. But his obsessive determination to win back Mabel ignoring her entirely in the process – had pushed her over the edge.
Now, with Matthew finally under her control, Rhea believed her patience had been rewarded. She thought she’d won Matthew over, finally
As Matthew’s actions grew increasingly reckless, Rhea realized the living room was far too open. Pulling up her torn dress. hastily, she guided him toward the second floor in search of a more private spot
Matthew, consumed by the drug’s effects, clung to her like a man possessed. His hands roamed over her as he left a trail of bites down her neck.
Rhea’s fumbling hands failed to open the lock in her frantic state, Desperate, she shoved open the door to a nearby storage room instead, dragging Matthew inside.
The storage room was small and stifling, crammed with disused tools and dusty old boxes. The air was thick with the smell of mildew, and the space felt suffocating.
Yet neither of them cared. Consumed by their desires, they pressed on, oblivious to their grim surroundings.
From just outside the door, Mabel leaned casually against the wall, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid ink. She watched the live feed on her phone’s infrared monitor, capturing every sordid detail despite the dim lighting.
Both of their faces were clearly visible, every movement leaving nothing to the imagination. Mabel’s lips curled into a faint, satisfied smirk. Perfect
Mabel had expected Rhea to pull the same tricks as in their past life. Back then, Rhea had drugged her, staging an incident that almost destroyed her reputation.
This time, however, Mabel had laid the trap and Rhea had walked straight into it.
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Let’s see how you spin this one, Mabel thought coldly. ‘So much for your sweet, innocent act. From what I’ve recorded, you weren’t exactly shy – you practically jumped him.
Satisfied with the footage, Mabel calmly tucked her phone away. She had no intention of sticking around to witness the rest of the debacle. With one last glance at the closed door, she turned and left, her steps light as she returned to her room for a peaceful night’s sleep.
The storage room was shabby. Tools and unused equipment were piled haphazardly, leaving barely enough space to move. Inside, the vibe had turned suffocating in more ways than one.
Mauhew, completely overtaken by the drug’s effects, acted with brute force, disregarding Rhea’s comfort or safety entirely. His touch was rough and unrestrained, his focus purely on his own desires.
In the midst of his frenzy. Matthew’s careless movements caused Rhea’s head to slam against the edge of a treadmill. The sharp thud echoed in the cramped space, followed by her piercing cry of pain.
A large lump immediately formed on Rhea’s forehead, and tear streamed down her face as she whimpered, “Matthew, stop! Prasel
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But Matthew was beyond reasoning, too consumed by his own intoxicated haze to notice or care.
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When he finally collapsed in a heap on the floor, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath, Rhea lay crumpled nearby. Her body was bruised, her torn dress caked with dirt, and her forehead throbbing with pair.
Yet even as she wiped her tear–streaked face, Rhea felt a twisted sense of accomplishment. In her mind, she had “won.” She had taken something from Mabel. She had managed to entangle herself with Matthew, moving one step closer to claiming
the title of Mrs. Preston.
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