One Night With The Disguised Tycoon

I was adopted by the wealthy Mcclain family, raised solely to be a bargaining chip for their corporate mergers.

At my engagement banquet, my adoptive father drugged my champagne to force me into marrying a sixty-year-old tycoon.

To escape being ruined by that old man, I stumbled into a dark bathroom and begged a mysterious hitman for help.

Driven to the edge by the drug, I gave him my virginity and a ten million dollar check, just to survive the night.

But when I finally escaped back home, my nightmare truly began.

My stepsister maliciously unzipped my jacket in front of everyone, exposing the fresh bite marks and bruises covering my neck.

Furious that his marriage merchandise was tainted, my adoptive father had his guards twist my arms behind my back.

"Drag her to the medical suite! I want to know if this piece of goods is still intact!" he roared.

I was strapped down to a freezing stainless-steel table by two heavy-set nurses, unable to move an inch.

A corrupt private doctor forced cold metal instruments into me, ignoring my agonizing screams while my family gloated outside the curtain.

Lying there in unbearable humiliation, my heart completely died. Twenty-two years of obedience meant nothing; to them, I was just a slab of meat on a butcher's scale.

That night, locked in my dark bedroom in absolute despair, the balcony door suddenly clicked open.

The hitman I thought I would never see again stepped out of the shadows, his eyes turning blood-red as he looked at my bruised wrists.

"Since this house makes you cry like that, you're coming with me."