Forced Love by My Fiance's Nephew

Scarlett's POV

It was too hot. My body had become a burning flame, and only the touch of the man before me could soothe it.

His hands possessed a magical quality—everywhere they touched, my skin trembled.

"You're too tight. Relax so I can give you what you want," he said.

What was he saying?

I couldn't help but press closer, wanting his hands to roam all over my body.

His scorching breath traveled up my neck before capturing my lips.

The kiss deepened until I could barely breathe. The saliva in my mouth was frantically sucked away. This kiss was nothing like Richard's.

So domineering—I had no room to refuse.

I pushed him away with effort, but he pinned me against the wall.

"Don't move," he commanded, his voice low and dangerous.

My heart pounded. This time I finally heard clearly—this wasn't the voice of my fiancé, Richard Gray!

But it was too late. My consciousness grew increasingly foggy.

The increasingly potent scent of pheromones made me dizzy, and I passed out completely.

The next morning, waking up in a disheveled bed, the discomfort in my body instantly reminded me of last night's events.

My fists clenched involuntarily as I recalled that unfamiliar voice. Who was he?

My mind was in chaos. I inadvertently glanced at the clock on the wall—damn! In ten minutes, the servants would come to clean the rooms. I absolutely couldn't be discovered here.

I fled back to my room in panic.

Standing naked before the mirror, I examined the intimate marks covering my body, especially the horrifying patch across my chest.

Last night, I could barely remember how long the man had kept me there.

I only knew that my voice grew hoarse from calling out, yet he wouldn't let me go.

Changing into a high-necked blouse, I patted my face, forcing myself to remain calm.

Downstairs in the dining room, Richard was eating breakfast while reading the newspaper.

"Good morning, Richard," I smiled in greeting.

"Good morning, Scarlett. I had a business engagement last night and wasn't home. Were you scared being alone?" His gaze toward me was exceedingly gentle.

My heart immediately sank completely, no longer able to escape reality. Yesterday was the Gray family dinner, and I came to the Gray house for the first time as Richard's fiancée.

Originally, I had planned to please Richard last night, so that the Smith family's debts and my father Adam Smith's lawsuit could be resolved.

But unexpectedly, Richard wasn't home last night, and I had slept with the wrong person.

If that person wasn't Richard, then who in the Gray family was it?

And if Richard discovered I had slept with someone else, what would happen to the Smith family then?

Thinking of these possibilities, my heart felt as if it had been shot, numbed by pain.

"Scarlett, why do you look so pale?" Richard set down his coffee, looking at me with concern.

"Uh... I forgot to close the window before bed last night. I might have caught a cold," I replied, my thoughts somewhat distant.

At the same time, I felt somewhat relieved that Richard hadn't been home last night.

"You need to take better care of yourself," he said, his hand about to cover mine on the table.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the stairway direction. My heart began racing wildly.

The man on the stairs wore a casual shirt . Tall and well-built, his slightly curly brown hair added a touch of sensuality. His collar was slightly open, revealing several obvious scratch marks on his neck.

Even in loose clothing, his triangular physique and toned muscles were fully visible.

Now, he was staring at me with pale blue eyes, his face wearing a meaningful smile.

But more striking than his appearance was the bracelet on his wrist—my bracelet.

I gripped my fork tightly, staring at him hard.

"Good morning, everyone!" His voice was casual, his lips curling into a slight smile as he spoke.

"Ah, you haven't met yet." Richard set down his cutlery. "This is my nephew, Alexander Gray. He was in the military before, just returned from service not long ago. He's been quite helpful at the company."

No wonder I'd never seen him before, not even in photographs.

"Uncle, you're too kind," Alexander sat down across from me.

His eyebrows raised slightly, his gaze flirtatious as he looked at me. "This must be my future little aunt? I've heard so much about you."

"Hello, I'm Scarlett Smith. Pleased to meet you."

I tried to keep my voice steady since Richard was still beside me.

I especially didn't want to arouse Richard's suspicions, considering the scratch marks on Alexander's body were my handiwork.

I thought hatefully, why hadn't I scratched him to death at the time?

I watched as Alexander sat down across from me, his posture impeccable.

During the meal, I noticed his gaze frequently landing on me inadvertently.

Forcing myself to ignore it, I saw him fiddling with the bracelet on his hand.

I pretended to be curious and said, "That's an interesting bracelet. It looks like a woman's accessory." His actions seemed threatening to me, so I thought I'd take the initiative and test him.

Alexander looked at me with a smile and said, "Last night, a little wildcat carried it into my room. I tried to remove the bracelet but got scratched."

His tone was casual as he fabricated this excuse. I immediately felt relieved.

But soon after, my hand involuntarily trembled, nearly knocking over my coffee cup.

Under the tablecloth, a leg was intimately rubbing against mine!

The only person sitting across from me was Alexander.

I looked at him in shock. This bastard was being so brazen!

"Scarlett, are you alright?" Richard's gaze was full of concern.

"I'm fine, just... didn't sleep well. I've finished eating, excuse me."

I turned to leave the table. If I stayed any longer, I might give myself away.

After leaving the dining room, I walked alone in the garden, trying to organize my thoughts.

My phone suddenly rang—it was my mother, Emily Cole.

"Scarlett, darling, were you successful last night? Did Richard mention anything about canceling the debt?" Her voice was full of urgency.

Bitterness filled my heart. I didn't know how to explain the situation to her.

Just as I was about to speak, my phone was suddenly snatched away.

The man directly hung up the call.

I couldn't help but loudly question: "Are you a thief? What right do you have to take my phone?"

The man turned around—it was Alexander.

Watching him approach, I instinctively backed away until my back was against a tree.

"I have the right because I know you spent last night in another man's bed. How do you think Richard would react if he knew?"

My palms were sweating uncontrollably. Was he threatening me with what happened last night?

I closed my eyes and decided to be direct. "Did something happen last night? Unless you admit to having sex with me, how can you prove anything?"