The Madam Who Stunned the Globe

"It's so hot," Amelia Martinez muttered, her head spinning. The stifling heat made her claw at her clothes, desperate for some relief.

Where was she?

The bed beneath her was so soft it felt like it might swallow her whole, yet the chest of the man in front of her was hard and scorching.

"Relax, I'll take responsibility for this," a voice said.

Who was speaking?

Amelia tried to open her eyes to see the person in front of her, but a sudden, searing pain shot through her body, jolting her awake.

"It hurts," she whimpered.

Instinctively, Amelia struggled, but the pain in her lower body only intensified. In that instant, she realized what was happening, and a wave of terror washed over her.

"Let go of me!" she screamed, her eyes filling with tears as she fought with all her might.

But the man easily pinned her wrists above her head. "Stop moving," he said, his voice hoarse. The veins on his forehead bulged as he fought to control his own desires. If he lost control, Amelia would cry even harder.

He cursed himself for being careless tonight, not noticing that there was something wrong with the drink, which led to this situation. Now, he could only try to restrain himself to avoid hurting Amelia further.

Amelia couldn't process anything he was saying. Her tears flowed uncontrollably, and she was drowning in despair.

She had no idea how she made it through the night.

When the man finally stopped, Amelia felt like she'd been run over by a truck. She struggled to get up, noticing that the man beside her was already fast asleep.

Suppressing her trembling, she hastily grabbed her clothes and stumbled out of the room.

It wasn't until she was in the elevator that Amelia dared to breathe a sigh of relief. She leaned against the wall and couldn't help but cover her mouth and sob.

Behind her, a figure appeared silently. Mia Wilson glared furiously in the direction Amelia had gone, her delicate features twisted with anger and darkness.

Damn it!

The trap she had painstakingly set up had ended up benefiting that little bitch!

Mia gritted her teeth, her eyes flickering with malice. She turned and went back into the room, finding the man still asleep. Only then did her tightly furrowed brow relax.

She closed the door, stripped off her clothes, and slipped into bed beside the man.

No one was going to take the position of Mrs. Moore from her.

Amelia stumbled out of the hotel into the bright morning light.

She walked aimlessly along the street, her mind racing.

Last night, her stepmother, Aria Clark, had suddenly called her to come home for dinner, saying she had bought food from Ocean Crab Restaurant.

Though Aria was her father's second wife, she had always treated Amelia fairly well over the years, always setting aside something for her. Amelia hadn't thought much of it.

But after drinking the wine Aria handed her, she had lost consciousness.

When she woke up, it was...

Amelia realized what had happened and immediately called Aria.

It took a while for the call to be answered, and Aria's impatient voice came through. "Who's calling so early?" After a pause, she added sarcastically, "You still have the energy to call? Did you have a good time last night?"

Amelia gripped her phone tightly, shocked that Aria wasn't even trying to hide it.

"So, you set me up last night?" Amelia's voice trembled, her emotions surging. "You sent me to that old man's bed. Aren't you afraid Dad will find out?"