Quadruplets for the Untouchable Billionaire

"No..."

Audrey Clark let out a pained moan as rough hands gripped her slender waist tightly, sending sharp stabs of pain across her skin.

She struggled, but it was useless.

The man lifted her without mercy, his burning member pressing against her tight entrance. With a thrust of his hips, he entered without warning.

A scream tore from her throat. The ripping pain made Audrey feel like she was being split in two. Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably, blurring her vision.

She'd only had a few drinks at her coming-of-age party—how had things ended up like this?

Her mind was in chaos. She didn't even dare think about whether this was a nightmare.

The man let out a low grunt, like a satisfied beast. His hips began moving violently as his hands roughly groped her breasts, his fingertips grinding brutally over her sensitive nipples.

A strange tingling rose from her lower belly, mixed with the tearing pain.

Audrey bit her lip hard, trying to suppress the whimpers in her throat, begging brokenly: "No... it hurts... please stop!"

But the man ignored her completely. His movements grew fiercer, each thrust deep and heavy, reaching her deepest parts as if trying to completely break her apart.

Audrey's body rose and fell beyond her control, her breasts rubbing against his hard chest, bringing an itchy sensation. Gradually, the pain seemed to be swallowed by another strange feeling...

Her consciousness was in chaos, the pain and unfamiliar pleasure intertwining, leaving her ashamed. How could this be? She was in so much pain she wanted to die, so why was her body responding to his movements?

After what felt like forever, an intense wave of pleasure hit her. She couldn't help but scream: "Stop! I'm going to die!"

The climax almost made her pass out!

The next second, the man's breathing suddenly quickened. With a low growl, his member buried inside her throbbed violently, hot fluid spraying deep inside, making her shudder slightly.

Audrey collapsed on the bed like all her strength had been drained. Her body instinctively curled up.

Below her was a mess, sticky liquid slowly flowing out.

But the next second, her face was grabbed roughly, the pain making her gasp.

A cold, deep voice came to her ear, completely devoid of warmth.

"You think you can scheme against me? You're asking for death! I've paid you, we're even now."

A check was slapped onto her face. Audrey clenched her fists.

Scheme? What was he talking about?

She tried to lift her head to see who was speaking, but only caught a blurry figure.

As consciousness returned, she saw the signature on the check—Vincent Brown.

While she was still in shock, the door was suddenly kicked open with great force.

Audrey jumped in fright. When she saw who it was, it was her stepmother, Natasha Scott, with two bodyguards in black behind her.

"You disappeared without a word at your coming-of-age party, and here you are meeting some man? Is this how I raised you?"

Audrey's face went pale. She hurriedly explained, "Mom, I wasn't meeting anyone..."

Natasha didn't listen to her explanation at all, cutting her off with an icy tone, "The Clark family can't keep a slut like you!"

Audrey instantly felt like she'd fallen into an ice cave, fear showing in her eyes. She saw murderous intent in her stepmother's eyes.

She'd lost her mother young, and Natasha had entered the family with her sister, Freya Clark, who was a year older.

Even though Audrey had humbly tried to please Natasha, Natasha's attitude toward her had always been unpredictable.

She'd thought she was content—at least Natasha hadn't persecuted her for the family fortune like other wealthy stepmothers.

But she never expected... she'd been too naive after all.

"You two, go take care of the surveillance."

Natasha gave the order in a low voice, and the bodyguards immediately left the room.

"You want to take over the whole Clark family!" Audrey's lips trembled, her face showing shock and fear.

Natasha smiled, neither confirming nor denying it.

After putting on rubber gloves, she pulled a dagger from her bag.

"So what if you know? You should blame yourself for being too stupid. Now you can die in peace!"

Audrey forced herself to ignore the discomfort in her body and immediately ran toward the door, but she was still a step too slow. Natasha grabbed her by the hair.

"Want to run? Too late!"

Her heart pounded violently. The survival instinct helped her overcome her fear as she begged desperately, "Natasha, I can give up the Clark family fortune. Don't do this. If you kill me, you'll pay the price too."

Natasha tapped the gleaming dagger against Audrey's face, laughing wildly.

"You think I'm killing you for money? The shares your mom left you—your dad transferred them to Freya and me ages ago."

"Don't you get it? In this family, you're the only one who's unnecessary!"

Audrey opened her mouth, wanting to say something, when she felt the sharp dagger pierce her body. The intense pain made her vision go black.

Natasha placed Audrey's hand on the dagger, her smile cruel.

"Only your fingerprints are on the dagger. The police will conclude that you committed suicide."

Six years later, Sunrise Hospital.

A beautiful woman with a graceful figure stood outside a hospital room, her eyes red as she looked at the little girl lying in the bed.

The girl was only five or six years old, her small body covered with tubes, her skin so pale it was almost transparent, showing clear blue veins beneath.

Audrey covered her mouth, desperately trying not to cry out loud, not wanting to wake the sleeping girl inside, but tears still kept flowing through her fingers.

The doctor's words kept echoing in her ears: "The match failed..."

Isabella... her daughter...

Her body slid weakly to the floor, Audrey's eyes full of despair.

[Vincent Brown, CEO of the Brown Group, arrived in Imperial City today...]

The sound from a nearby TV reached her ears, and her lifeless eyes gradually lit up.

Vincent Brown!

The name from her memory was mentioned again. He was Isabella's father! If she could find him...

But she quickly became discouraged again. She'd heard that Vincent was extremely low-key; almost no one had seen his real face. Where would she find him?

Audrey went downstairs in a daze, not noticing someone approaching.

Her forehead suddenly hurt—she'd bumped into someone.

She cried out as she fell to the side, then felt a strong hand catch her waist.

The man's body temperature was burning hot. Her hand pressed against his hard chest, and her face flushed.

A crisp, cool scent rushed into her nose, as if she'd smelled it somewhere before.

"Thank you..." She thanked him with a red face. When she looked up, she froze instantly.

Could there really be people who looked this similar in the world?

This man... looked exactly like her son, like they were cut from the same mold.

The next moment, she realized—the man before her was Vincent, the one she was looking for, Isabella's father!

Vincent's nose filled with Audrey's sweet fragrance. Looking at her especially bright, moist eyes, his heart trembled slightly, vaguely feeling he'd seen her somewhere before.

"Mr. Brown, the car is waiting outside."

The assistant's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Be more careful next time."

He gave a polite reminder and hurried out of the hospital.

"Wait!"

The group walked quickly. By the time Audrey reacted and tried to stop them, they'd already disappeared from view.

She stood there in a daze, staring blankly in the direction where the group had vanished.

Several cute voices suddenly reached her ears.

"Mommy, are you okay?"

She snapped back to reality and found three small figures standing beside her.

"Didn't I tell you to wait in the car? Why did you come out?"

The three children pouted and threw themselves into Audrey's arms. "Mommy, we've grown up now. We can take care of our sister when she's sick, too. Mommy shouldn't carry everything by herself."

Audrey's heart ached as she pulled the children into her embrace.

She would definitely find Vincent and save Isabella!

Audrey walked into Imperial City's most upscale five-star hotel wearing a low-cut black dress.

After asking around extensively, she'd learned that Vincent's homecoming banquet was being held here tonight.

Determination flashed across Audrey's beautiful face. She had to see Vincent today—he was Isabella's only hope for survival!

"Audrey?"

A surprised female voice suddenly came from behind Audrey.

She turned around in confusion and saw a face she hadn't seen in a long time.