Chapter 1:
In a dark room, Charlotte was lying alone in a large, soft bed, barely covered by the comforter.
Tonight was her wedding night with the second young master of the Moore family.
However, there was no wedding and no banquet; there was only the back of a middle-aged man in a wheelchair and his rude words: “Clean her up and send her to my bed. I want to inspect her.
Inspect her…
For him, she was just a commodity for his mutually beneficial exchange.
Suddenly, the door opened and Charlotte’s whole body tensed as she gripped the bedspread tightly.
The Second Young Master of the Moore Family was said to be a horrible man with a violent temper. It was said that after he became impotent due to his disability, he became moodier than ever.
There were even rumors that he had tormented his five ex-wives to death. As a result, no one in town, not even those with the Moore family’s wealth in mind, dared to marry their daughters to him.
However, the Wilson family was an exception.
Debt collectors appeared one after the other and threatened to kill them.
It was then that their savior appeared: the Moore family. Her parents were reluctant to sacrifice her innocent younger sister, so in turn they sent her to them, a divorcee.
Embarrassed by her father’s pleas, Charlotte stepped into her sister’s shoes to marry the terrible Second Young Master of the Moore Family.
As the sound of the wheelchair moving across the floor became louder, Charlotte held her breath nervously.
Through the darkness, she could see a figure coming closer and closer to her….
Suddenly, the comforter lifted and a giant hand began to caress her body. His hands were like him: rough and cold.
“Ah!” Charlotte couldn’t help screaming.
Just then she heard a grimace, followed by a man asking in a low voice: “Are you scared?”
Meanwhile, hands continued to caress her.
The slender fingers trailed down her cheeks, across her slender neck and delicate collarbone, before moving towards her infinitely seductive breasts.
Charlotte clung tightly to the bedspread, trying her best not to escape.
He didn’t stop there; instead, he ran his fingers down her lower belly without stopping and, as his hands moved down and down….
“Stop! Stop!” Just as he was about to touch her sensitive parts, Charlotte finally couldn’t stand it any longer and grabbed his big hand.
It was said that men with sexual dysfunctions were often psychologically distorted and had special quirks, like…. sexual abuse!
At the thought of this, Charlotte’s body shuddered even more intensely as she stammered,
“Young master Moore, can you stop, please? I-”
“No.”
Her body stiffened instantly, and he could obviously feel her trembling as she grabbed his hand.
“Hehe, how innocent. You really are a great actress, aren’t you? Stop pretending you’re still a virgin.” His cold voice was full of mockery.
Lying on the bed, Charlotte’s pupils contracted after hearing his words. Could he…?
In the next second, the lights came on before her eyes closed involuntarily.
The man withdrew his hand as he looked at her with his sharp eyes. With thin lips, he said: “Shall I call you Christina or Charlotte, dear?
His icy tone made Charlotte shiver in her bed. As soon as she opened her eyes, she was met with a pair of deep, cold eyes.
