Chapter 1 Witnessing My Fiancé and Sister Having Sex

Nicole's POV

"Fuck! Wendy, you're amazing! I love you so much!"

"Shier, I love you too, mmm... faster, fuck me, faster..."

"Compared to Nicole? Am I better in bed?"

"Wendy, I've never made love with Nicole because I can't stand that woman who's like a piece of wood!"

Wendy's sweet moans slipped through the crack of the door into my ears, accompanied by my fiancé Shier's heavy breathing.

My groom and my sister, on our wedding day, were having sex on a hotel bed.

And I could only peek at them from outside the door.

Three years ago, my parents brought me back to Astoria from Gardella.

Shier and I had been together for three years.

Back then, he had broken his leg in a racing accident, and I had been by his side taking care of him, like a servant.

And now, he was cheating on me with my sister.

The intense sounds of lovemaking continued in the room, and my stomach churned.

I mocked myself: Nicole, you're pathetic. You don't even have the courage to go in there and confront them.

Suddenly, a hot stream surged downward from my lower abdomen.

My skin began to burn, heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, and breathing became rapid.

What's happening?

Why would my body have such a shameful reaction to hearing them have sex?

Suddenly, a scene flashed through my mind.

At the wedding, Wendy had walked toward me carrying two glasses of champagne.

"Nicole, today is your and Shier's wedding. I wish you both happiness."

I had never liked Wendy, but with so many guests present, I couldn't refuse her.

I took the champagne she handed me and took a sip.

After the toast, Wendy turned to leave but suddenly collapsed in the center of the hall.

Shier roughly pushed me aside, picked up the unconscious Wendy, and rushed out of the wedding venue.

Leaving me standing there alone, stunned.

"What are you standing there for? Go check on your sister!"

My mother Doris scolded me harshly.

Wendy was only my mother's adopted daughter.

Yet I, the biological daughter, wasn't as important as an adopted one.

So I chased after them, only to witness this scene.

Damn it! Wendy had put an aphrodisiac in that champagne!

She wanted me to lose control at my own wedding and become a shameless slut.

My nails dug deep into my palms.

The pain cleared my foggy mind slightly, but the desire in my body burned fiercer.

"Mmm..." I couldn't help but moan.

I could only lean against the cold wall, my bare back rubbing against it, trying to relieve the heat in my body.

Then, a pair of leather shoes appeared before my eyes.

"Nicole Gerald, you're actually eavesdropping on your husband having sex with another woman. Is this your fetish?"

The voice sounded familiar.

My body stiffened, and I jerked my head up.

A man stood before me, smoking, squinting at me.

He was tall with a strong physique, wearing an expensive black suit.

His face was devastatingly handsome.

But because of the drug, my vision began to blur and my mind was chaotic.

I couldn't remember who he was for a moment.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

I looked at him warily, gasping.

He raised an eyebrow: "Don't recognize me? That makes it even more interesting. Here's a hint: my last name is Hall."

Someone from the Hall family!

His handsome face suddenly became clear.

I remembered. He was Hodgson Hall, Shier's uncle.

Today, he had represented the Hall family at my wedding.

Everyone had been very respectful toward him, including my parents, even though he looked very young, under 30.

I never imagined I would meet him again under such miserable circumstances.

My body couldn't hold on much longer. Leaving was the most rational decision.

But my gaze couldn't help but roam over him.

Hodgson was extremely handsome, with the appeal of a mature man.

Compared to him, Shier was like an immature puppy.

As he smoked, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his rough fingers looked incredibly sexy...

I wanted him so badly...

"Nicole, your gaze is too explicit. Are you trying to seduce me?"

His tone was frivolous, but his powerful presence made my whole body tremble, snapping me back to reality.

"No! I'm not!" I quickly denied.

Nicole, are you insane? He's Shier's uncle!

I dragged my heavy body, trying to leave, but Hodgson suddenly grabbed my wrist.

The skin contact made my whole body shudder, and I couldn't control my gasp.

"Ah..."

Just a simple touch made me feel so good.

"Nicole, your moans are so slutty." Hodgson sneered.

My head buzzed.

His flirtation triggered an even more intense desire in my body.

"No, I'm not..." I tried to explain pitifully but became incoherent.

"Nicole, I didn't expect you could hold on this long even after taking an aphrodisiac."

He clicked his tongue: "I thought you'd throw yourself at me. After all, no woman can resist my charm."

"You... how did you know?"

My voice was hoarse, with a hint of sweetness.

Hodgson extinguished his cigarette and lifted my chin with his right hand.

"Your face is flushed beyond reason, breathing is heavy, eyes are lustful. You look desperately in need of a man."

He chuckled: "Nicole, do you know how many men would want to fuck you if you went out looking like this? Everyone at the venue would call you a whore because you took an aphrodisiac at your own wedding."

Humiliation and fear made my face flush instantly, my body trembling.

No, I need to find somewhere to hide.

If my parents found out I was drugged, they would definitely kick me out of the Gerald family.

But the next second, the desire in my body struck fiercely.

I could no longer hold on. My body went weak, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Hodgson's firmly grasped my arm while his left wrapped around my waist.

"Hodgson, please, can you help me?"

Although I didn't understand Hodgson's personality well, I knew he was a formidable figure.

He must have a solution.

Perhaps to make sure I could hear clearly, his lips came close to my ear.

"Poor Nicole, you're suffering, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm suffering, Hodgson..." I pleaded.

We were very close.

I could smell the faint, pleasant tobacco scent on him, but it still couldn't relieve the heat in my body.

"Good. I can help you, but how will you repay me?"

His voice was sexy and seductive.

I answered desperately: "I can meet your demands. I can give you money. How much do you want?"

"I need the antidote, or can you take me to the hospital? But don't let my parents know."

Hodgson suddenly laughed, his chest vibrating.

"Go to the hospital? Oh no, naive little kitten, I'm not as kind as you imagine. But I can make you feel good in another way."

A strong sense of danger enveloped me.

What way?

He bit my earlobe: "For example, by fucking you."