On a rainy night, within the vast Sullivan Estate.
Inside a dimly-lit bedroom where the play of light and shadow gave off ambiguous hints, a man's aura filled the room - dominating and overwhelming. His massive silhouette loomed, casting an intimidating shadow.
A deep and eerie voice echoed in her ears.
"So, the West family couldn't wait to send you over, eh?"
His icy voice made her regain her senses instantly, feelings of immense embarrassment and panic surged within her.
No, it shouldn't be this way!
She had merely had a glass of juice her mom had given her, and when she woke up, she was already in this unfamiliar place.
That voice was cold and cruel, like a demon lurking in the darkness.
Rain battered the window, branches swaying lightly. Rainwater washed over the glass, streaking down in rivulets.
Brought up by the West family in a case of mistaken identity, she would be obliged to fulfill the marriage agreement if the real heiress returned. She was being forced to marry a man whose legs were disabled, his face ruined, and was on the brink of bankruptcy.
Because nobody would willingly marry such a waste of a man, and the Wests certainly wouldn't let their biological daughter tie the knot just to bring good luck.
Therefore, the only one who could be sent over was her.
Everyone in S city knew, Jonathan Sullivan was an undeniable demon and a lunatic.
The man's hand slid down her body. Her instinctual resistance was futile against the force of desire.
"Sienna West, tonight, is our wedding night."
The man had a long and deep gaze with intimidating coldness. His large palm unclothed her last layer of comfort.
"No...don't..."
Yet, at the crucial moment, he got up and seated himself on a wheelchair. His black pupils flickered with an unfathomable dark glow.
Strands of her hair were glued to her charming face by sweat. Her slender neck seemed fragile as though it could snap with just a squeeze. She was as captivating as a tempting rose...
He truly had mobility issues...
But just a moment ago, he showed overwhelming strength towards her.
In the darkness, the man's silhouette appeared exceptionally sharp, and imposing.
Her body was becoming increasingly hot, as if she was being consumed by a raging fire, causing her to involuntarily coil and rub herself, even desiring the sensations she just felt.
Jonathan Sullivan sneered, "Tsk, can't bear to leave a man?"
Sienna West bit her red lips, trying hard to endure the blazing heat inside her body. Her face was a grimace of pain and despair.
She had never thought that on the day of the return of the genuine heiress, she would be sent to Jonathan Sullivan's bed in this manner.
The man who introduced her to the entertainment industry abandoned her without hesitation.
He promptly pursued the popular rising star Zara Smith.
They swiftly, and decisively crushed the last vestiges of her dignity and pride.
He rang the bell in the room and someone quickly entered. She heard the man's voice resounding in the room.
"Clean her up and call for a doctor."
He isn't stupid. He knew Sienna West didn't come willingly.
When she woke up the next day, it was like she was the only person in this enormous estate. Sitting on the table in the living room were two incongruous red notebooks.
They were her marriage certificates.
But in the picture of the two of them, Jonathan Sullivan was absent.
So...
Had she actually become Jonathan Sullivan 's wife?
The once successful and famed Jonathan Sullivan , who was now crippled, disfigured, and bankrupt.
Henry Walker, Jonathan Sullivan 's personal assistant, dressed sharply in a suit and exuded the unique aura of the high-class elite. His golden frame glasses paired well with his black suit, giving off a scholarly yet rogue aura.
"Miss West, from now on, you are the mistress of this house. Although the master's legs are inconvenient, he isn't exactly crippled. He has difficulty walking and needs a lot of care from the madam."
Henry Walker walked in and began to mention a few important things.
"The master has bipolar disorder, so try to comply with him as much as possible, avoid any confrontation."
Because it would be pointless.
"Additionally, the mansion has been devoid of servants since the master's bankruptcy. So, the daily chores may require the lady to do them personally."
Henry Walker studied Sienna West's face, looking for any telltale signs.
But she was calm, without a shred of visible anger.
When she walked near Sullivan Jonathan's room carrying freshly cooked noodles, a threatening and dangerous gaze instantly fell upon her, like a caged beast, with an intimidating glint in his eyes.
The memories of last night rushed back, causing her to tremble in uncontrollable fear.
