Arranged Marriage: King’s Sweetheart

Dizzy...

Elena Lawrence shook her throbbing head and struggled to push open the door.

"Frank, I love you..." A familiar, coquettish voice stunned Elena, who was catching her breath. She looked at the owner of the voice in astonishment.

The bedroom door was wide open, and on the huge double bed, two bodies were tightly entwined.

Elena gasped, her face filled with shock.

"Maura, I love you too." Frank Milton embraced Maura Deleon intimately and asked, panting, "Are you sure Elena will obediently climb onto Director Gray's bed tonight?"

"Of course, I drugged her with the most powerful aphrodisiac. Even the most chaste woman will become the most promiscuous tonight. Frank, you are the perfect fit for the role of the male lead in the annual play..."

Maura's face was full of pride and arrogance as she held Frank even tighter.

A trace of regret flashed in Frank's eyes.

Elena had such a beautiful face and perfect figure, but it would be wasted on that bald man.

Frank had secretly been in a relationship with Elena for three years, but he had just held her hands and touched her face. Every time he tried to take a step further, she would reject him.

Although he felt a little regret, as long as he could become the male lead in the annual play, all sacrifices were worth it!

Now without any worries, Frank turned over and pinned Maura down with a face full of joy...

Elena trembled with anger, her face pale, as she watched them passionately entangled in front of her.

One was her boyfriend of three years, and the other was her best friend.

But at this moment, they not only betrayed her but also schemed to tarnish her innocence.

Elena struggled to control herself and took a deep breath when she saw that they had not noticed her, and then...

"Splash!"

A bucket of cold water was poured over them.

Frank and Maura suddenly separated, dripping with water. Looking at Elena who stood in front of them in a state of surprise and embarrassment, Frank hesitated and asked through gritted teeth, "Didn't you say everything was foolproof tonight?"

"I..." Maura stared as if she had seen a ghost when she saw Elena's face.

Especially when she saw Elena's calm expression and cold gaze, she couldn't say a word.

"Elena, let me explain. I got drunk tonight and mistakenly took Maura for you. Luckily, you came back in time, otherwise, we..." Frank quickly realized what was going on, grabbed the bedsheet to cover himself, and hurriedly walked over to Elena to explain, completely ignoring the disheveled Maura.

"Oh? Is that so?" Elena's voice was so cold, and she looked at Frank with mockery in her eyes.

Frank was a trained actor. Whether it was the expression of pain and self-reproach on his face or the guilt and remorse in his eyes, they were all extremely convincing.

Was this man in front of her really the charming and considerate Frank?

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, would she have been deceived by him?

How many times had he deceived her in the past three years?

"Of course, Elena, how could I deceive you... You are the woman I love the most..." Frank looked anxiously at Elena and hurriedly explained.

"I'm the woman you love the most?" Elena felt like she was going to vomit. She coldly stared at Frank as she questioned, "You keep saying you love me, but you sleep with other women. Frank, your love is so cheap!"

At this point, Elena's breathing became a bit erratic, and the restlessness emanating from her lower abdomen intensified her anger. "And you, Maura. I treated you as my best friend, but what have you done to me? If you like him, you could have told me instead of using drugs on me to please him. I never expected you to stoop so low."

"How did you know..." Maura looked at Elena in shock, unable to find words.

"How did I know? If you don't want others to know, don't do it yourself." Elena stepped forward and slapped Maura across the face with a fierce motion. "This is what you owe me, Maura. From today onwards, our friendship is over."

Maura covered her cheek with her hand, with a mixture of resentment and malice in her eyes.

Elena turned and walked up to the dumbfounded Frank, "I don't want to dirty my hands by hitting you. We're breaking up and I'm doing you a favor."

Elena said proudly and then walked out.

"Frank, stop her."

Suddenly, Maura rushed out from behind, gasping for breath, "She's drugged and the effects have already kicked in. We can't let her leave and expose our secret."

Elena stiffened. Her pretended calmness instantly collapsed, and she hurriedly ran towards the exit.

Damn it. Did Maura have to push her to a point of no return?

"Elena..." A large hand quickly blocked her path, and Frank's disgusting face appeared in front of her, "Since you're feeling unwell, stay here and rest!"

On his hypocritical face, there was a wicked glint in his eyes.

"We have nothing to do with each other anymore. Let go." Elena forced herself to look up and spoke coldly to Frank.

"You're so hot all over. Isn't it uncomfortable?" Frank stared fixedly at Elena's beautiful face and couldn't help but swallow his saliva, "Come with me. I will make you happy... Ah..."

Taking advantage of Frank's momentary distraction, Elena lowered her head and viciously bit down on the back of his hand.

Frank screamed in pain and desperately gasped for air, his face pale.

Taking the opportunity, Elena ignored the discomfort in her body and quickly ran towards the door.

"Bitch..." Frank saw Elena trying to run and cursed without caring about his anymore, "I was still thinking about giving you some face because of our past relationship, but since you have no shame, don't blame me for being heartless..."

Frank quickly chased after her, but the empty corridor was devoid of any trace of a person.

"Where is she?" Maura, who had caught up, asked breathlessly.

"She got away," Frank grumbled, his face filled with resentment.

"Go after her! She can't go far with the drugs taking effect," Maura said in hindsight. She then noticed that neither of them was dressed and quickly added, "Hurry up and put on some clothes. We must catch her, otherwise, our secret will be exposed and we can kiss our careers in the entertainment industry goodbye..."

Elena stumbled out of the dark corridor and walked forward unsteadily.

"Be careful..."

A warm hand supported Elena, who was about to collapse to the ground, and a cold breath rushed towards her, instantly clearing her dazed mind.

Elena struggled to lift her head and looked at the person in front of her with flushed cheeks.

In her blurred vision, it was as if the dawn was slowly rising from the horizon, and a gorgeous light burst out, shining brightly.

The man's handsome face showed a slight frown as he looked down at Elena, who was staring at him with blazing eyes. Especially when he felt her hot skin and her unfocused eyes filled with infatuation, his thin lips pursed and he coldly glared at Elena and spoke in a sullen tone, "Let go."

"No..." Elena's mind was totally blank. She tightly held onto the man's hand as if she had caught the last straw as she pleaded, "Save me..."

After shouting, Elena lost all her rationality and clung to the man.

The man trembled, and a slight ripple appeared in his calm eyes.

Seeing Elena's scorching body clinging tightly to him, he was about to push her away when he heard hurried footsteps approaching from behind.

He furrowed his brows, reached out, and swiftly carried Elena into a dark alley.

Elena felt like her body had turned into a volcano, burning with discomfort.

She needed more coolness to extinguish the uncontrollable flames on her body.

She furrowed her brow tightly, letting out a sob due to the discomfort.

In the midst of the swirling smoke, the man suddenly dropped the half-burnt cigarette butt, swiftly approached Elena, and embraced her tightly.

As he looked at her delicate and charming face that dripped with allure, a glimmer of light flickered in his deep eyes but quickly disappeared.

Without hesitation, he bent down and carried the fragile girl forward in his arms.

Elena's tightly furrowed brow slowly relaxed, and her hands clung tightly to the man's body...

When Elena woke up from the beautiful dream, it was already bright outside.

The golden sunlight shone through the cracks in the curtains, bringing a hint of warmth.

Seeing herself lying on an unfamiliar large bed, Elena quickly forgot about her throbbing head and hurriedly sat up.

The room was decorated like a princess's boudoir.

White gauze fluttered in the wind, and a row of beautiful dolls were placed on the white carved windowsill.

The precious piano beside the window was covered with a white lace cloth.

A sense of sourness spread throughout her body. When she looked down and saw that she was wearing men's pajamas, Elena took a deep breath and fell back onto the bed, feeling completely powerless.

Could it be that everything in the dream was real? Had she really slept with a stranger...

Hadn't she escaped from the clutches of Maura?

Why did such a ridiculous thing happen?

Elena stared blankly ahead, unable to accept this reality.

The bathroom door opened silently, and a man dripping with water, with a face full of indifference and a restrained aura, stepped out.

Elena never expected that she would wake up to the sight of a handsome man right after getting up in the morning.

Her heart pounded uncontrollably, and a familiar dryness and tingling sensation rushed over her.

This man...

Elena's eyes widened suddenly. She stared in shock as the man with a cold expression walked in. She watched as his slender and fair hands rested on her shoulders. Their noses touched, their eyes met, and his warm breath blew on her cheeks, causing a tickling sensation.

This man was so handsome!

In the entertainment industry, although Elena was not a top-tier star, there were still many handsome men and beautiful women around her.

Frank was also recognized as a handsome guy in the entertainment industry.

But compared to the man in front of her, Frank was nothing and not worth mentioning.

This man's handsome face and graceful and firm silhouette seemed to have been carefully sculpted by God. His features were perfect. His wheat-blond skin emitted a radiant glow. His slightly pursed thin lips seemed to belong to an unfeeling and unreliable man, but if she hadn't remembered wrongly, he was the one who saved her last night at the critical moment.

Although the current situation was a bit awkward, it was fortunate that she hadn't fallen into the hands of Frank and Maura, which could be considered a stroke of luck amidst the misfortune.

"Oliver Pope..."

Seeing Elena's confused eyes reflecting his figure, Oliver was satisfied that all her attention was focused on him. In a deep voice, he spoke.

"Oh..." Elena quickly snapped out of it, her face quickly blushing. She hurriedly averted her gaze and didn't know how to react.

"What is your name?" Oliver frowned as he looked at Elena's blushing face. He had never seen a woman blush so deeply, but it also stirred up a strange feeling within him.

"I... I..."

What should she do? Should she tell him?

Elena hesitated, knowing that this short-lived encounter would most likely be the end, and they would never meet again in the future.

Whether he knew her name or not was irrelevant.

"My name is Elena Lawrence." Elena took a deep breath and looked at Oliver with a calm face. "Thank you for helping me last night..."

"Are you in such a hurry to distance yourself from me?" Oliver grumbled coldly and straightened up. His handsome face carried a slight displeasure.

"I..." Elena didn't know what was wrong with her. Her usual eloquence seemed to have disappeared.

It was as if her brain had crashed, leaving her completely dumbfounded.

"I don't need you to take responsibility..." Elena anxiously said, gathering the courage to look up at him. Seeing the slightly shocked expression on Oliver's face, she immediately felt relieved. "We're both adults. Last night, I was under the influence of drugs and in an unclear state of mind when... we slept together. So, there's no need for you to take responsibility. It was just a casual encounter!"

With that, Elena forced a dry laugh, feeling extremely uncomfortable all over.

Why did she suddenly feel a drop in the room's temperature as if it was freezing her to death?

"Hehe..."

Seeing that Oliver still had no response, Elena could only force a silly smile to ease the awkwardness.

"I wasn't going to take responsibility. You're overthinking!"

Oliver retorted coldly, his eyes showing a hint of disgust.

Elena almost choked on her own saliva as she laughed foolishly, her face full of disbelief as she looked at Oliver. "Mr. Pope, what did you say..."