The True Heiress Returns

"No! You're planning to divorce him. If something happens now, can you still get the divorce?" A voice screamed in her head, making Nancy Taylor freeze. She tried to get up with the last bit of rationality she had, but the guy beneath her was strong, making her unable to break free.

As the drug kicked in, Nancy lost control. Her eyes glazed over as she stared at the man's tightly closed lips, and she couldn't help but swallow.

Earlier, Nancy had stumbled into the room and found the guy asleep on the bed. She meant to wake him up but ended up pushing him over and falling on top of him. Just as she was about to leave, he suddenly grabbed her hand.

The touch on her wrist made Nancy want more. She felt like her body was on fire and let out a painful moan.

Nancy thought, 'After marrying him, I didn't get any benefits. It's not too much to let him serve me once, right? We're still legally married, so this is normal. I was just drugged; he'll understand. Just this once. And I'm so beautiful, he won't lose out.'

With that thought, Nancy's last bit of rationality vanished. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. Just as she imagined, he tasted amazing. A kiss wasn't enough to quench Nancy's fire. She slipped her hand into his shirt and started to caress him. Surprisingly, the guy had a great physique.

Under her teasing, his desire began to rise. He opened his eyes and looked at the woman above him, but all he could see were a pair of beautiful eyes.

Nancy's inexperienced kissing and clumsy teasing made him uncomfortable. He flipped her over, pressing her beneath him, and kissed her deeply. His large hands roamed over Nancy's tender thighs, moving upward.

Under the influence of the drug, Nancy didn't find anything wrong. Instead, she went along with his actions, eagerly trying to unbutton his shirt but failing.

He pressed down her restless hands, sat up, and took off his shirt. Then he removed Nancy's clothes piece by piece. When they were both naked, his eyes darkened.

"Hurry up..." Nancy writhed. The drug made her extremely uncomfortable. She grabbed his hand as if it were the only water in a desert. Hearing Nancy's plea, he no longer hesitated and leaned down.

At the moment of entry, both of them couldn't help but let out satisfied moans. Nancy, relieved by the drug, even shed a couple of tears.

At first, Nancy enjoyed it. The drug's effect brought immense pleasure to both of them. But gradually, she noticed something was off about him, thinking, 'Isn't he supposed to be on the brink of death? How could he have such stamina?'

Nancy was shocked. When she married William Brown, she only knew he was a man who could die at any moment. He was even unconscious in the ICU on their wedding day. Five years later, not only was he still alive, but he looked amazing and was a beast in bed. Was that frail body just an act William had put on?

Noticing Nancy's distraction, William sped up his movements, leaving her no room to think about anything else. When he finally slowed down, Nancy took advantage of the dim light from the bedside lamp to see his face clearly. It wasn't the pale, sickly face she had imagined. Instead, it was chiseled and incredibly handsome.

No one would think such a man was terminally ill. For a moment, Nancy felt a bit sorry for him and sighed inwardly, 'He's so handsome, but his life is tragically short. Who is he? He can even make my usually arrogant adoptive father so fearful!'

As his movements quickened, Nancy had no chance or energy to think about anything else. She clung to his shoulders, her body moving in sync with his, both of them lost in the sea of desire.

After a night of madness, they fell into a deep sleep. When Nancy woke up, it was already daylight. Her head was pounding, but the events of last night were crystal clear. She shook her head and looked around, wanting to drink some water to soothe her hoarse throat.

There was bottled water on the TV cabinet. She tried to get up to get it, but the discomfort from below made her fall back onto the bed. Her waist ached, and her legs were weak. Her throat was also hoarse. William, who was supposed to be weak, was so vigorous. Could he have been drugged too?

Looking at the sleeping William on the bed, Nancy felt very conflicted.

Five years ago, under her adoptive father's coercion, she married William. Who knew that in five years, they wouldn't see each other even once, and their first meeting would lead to this? She hadn't planned to meet William, but her grandmother's words changed her mind.

Her grandmother said, "Nancy, you two are legally married. No matter what, you should meet and talk. Say what needs to be said. As for the divorce... I respect your decision."

So she agreed to meet William. But before meeting him, her adoptive father invited her to dinner, threatening and bribing her, essentially telling her not to offend William and to try to please him.

During the meal, he even showed her a rare bit of kindness, so Nancy drank a few sips of wine without any guard. Now she realized he must have drugged the wine. The father she once respected turned out to be a sinister man.

Nancy stopped thinking about it. She endured the discomfort, got dressed, and drank a bottle of water. When she looked at the welcome card on the table, she was stunned.

It read: [Dear Mr. Smith, welcome to your stay...]

"Mr. Smith?" Nancy rubbed her eyes and looked again. The card indeed said Mr. Smith, not Mr. Brown.

Nancy was dumbfounded, thinking, 'I have entered the wrong room and slept with the wrong person! What should I do now?'