Trapped in the Billionaire's Embrace

The bar was a whirlwind of colors, with music pulsing so intensely it felt tangible. Isabel North was already tipsy, her vision blurred, a glistening drop of booze tracing a path down her lips, drawing the gaze of a crowd.

Those eyes, naked in their hunger, seemed ready to consume her whole.

But Isabel was too far gone to notice, so lost in her intoxication she couldn't tell up from down.

With a soft whimper, she furrowed her delicate brows, a discomfort settling in. It felt like an inferno was raging inside her, urging her towards a surrender she wasn't ready to give.

The drink, it had to be spiked. In a fleeting moment of clarity, Isabel's gaze sharpened with the realization.

But that spark of lucidity was quickly gone, and she lost all reason. She giggled coquettishly as she leaned on the table. Her alluring appearance had more than a few onlookers burning with desire.

Yet, no one dared to approach. A man in a sharp suit had made his way over, and everyone seemed to fear him, too intimidated to act on their intentions.

The man stood before Isabel, blocking the flickering, dim light. Isabel looked up at him with a giggle, her fair arm propped under her chin, lazily purring, "Who might you be?"

He smirked, "The one who can bring you pleasure. Congrats, we want to offer you a special service at our establishment."

Isabel's body was growing hotter and she swallowed hard, an urge to strip the man down rising within her. It wasn't his charm; it was an instinctual desire to be close to that masculine aura.

Isabel startled herself, but her body was no longer under control. Her red lips parted, "Alright, I'll go with you."

The men who had been coveting her catcalled and whistled, their laughter filling the air, making Isabel feel even hotter. Had it not been for the last thread of sanity, she would have stripped down every piece of clothing right here right now.

Thankfully, before she lost her mind completely, the suited man led her away from the crowd. Isabel felt like her body was about to combust; she couldn't help but undo the buttons on her long gown, a new sensation rising within her, a longing. For what, she didn't know.

The journey seemed endless. Isabel grumbled in dissatisfaction, "You said you'd bring me pleasure. When are we getting there?"

The man's lips curled into a cold smile as he said, "Patience, Ms. North. The one who prepared this gift for you won't keep you waiting long."

His words were like a bucket of cold water, and Isabel's muddled mind cleared considerably. She looked up and saw the cold glint in the man's eyes, her heart sinking as she understood her predicament.

She had been schemed against! Isabel's lips turned pale, but she remained calm, and in a flash, she tripped and fell to the ground.

"Ouch," she cried out, her eyes filling with tears as she complained, "I can't walk anymore; it hurts too much."

The man frowned and coldly asked, "So, what do you want to do?"

Isabel's eyes rolled cunningly as she cooed, "You carry me, or let whoever wants your special service have it. I'm not going."

The man glared at Isabel, but saw no signs of sobriety in her. He squatted down with a gloomy face and gruffly said, "Get on."

Isabel's eyes instantly cleared, a cold laugh escaping her lips as she kicked the man hard, sending him face-first into the ground, where he lay stunned. Isabel didn't waste time and ran.

A few breaths later, Isabel had made it out of the bar through a window she had spotted earlier, with the man's furious roar reaching her ears: "Damn! Bring that woman back to me!"

Isabel ran as if her life depended on it, her legs pumping as fast as they could, even though she was on the verge of collapse, she dared not stop. It was clear someone wanted to harm her, and she couldn't afford to be caught; the consequences were unimaginable.

A chill ran through Isabel's heart, and in an instant, she thought of who might be behind this, a smiling face forming in her mind—it was her, the one who had lured Isabel to the bar.

Though anger boiled within her, Isabel had no time to dwell on it; her legs seemed no longer her own, running on instinct.

As she ran, Isabel's breath grew short, her vision blurred, and her legs turned to jelly—not because she couldn't run, but because she didn't want to. The worst part was the involuntary moans escaping her throat.

Isabel gritted her teeth, cursing, "Damn it! How potent is this drug? I'm done for. What do I do now?"

Her consciousness was slipping away, her head growing heavier. Isabel gritted her teeth and staggered a few more minutes until she reached a resplendent, luxurious building, where she finally couldn't run anymore.

She looked up, saw the gleaming words on the building, and threw herself inside. Desperate times called for desperate measures; running aimlessly would only lead to capture, and most importantly, she couldn't hold on any longer.

Moments later, a group of thugs arrived, led by the suited man. They exchanged glances, looking at the building that read "Imperial Luxe Hotel" with uncertainty.

Finally, the suited man, his face dark, gritted his teeth and ordered, "Retreat." The group swiftly vanished into the night.

Isabel, disoriented, had no idea how long she had run, her body limp as a pool of water, unable to support her. In her despair, she tumbled into a warm embrace, only then realizing she had stumbled into a room.

The embrace was hotter than she was, and a voice, hoarse and deep, seeming to suppress anger, whispered into her ear, "Heh, you, daring to scheme against me? You've got some guts."

Isabel was confused, but she couldn't focus on that; her mind was a chaotic mess, and she felt the emotions she had been holding back finally found release. Her last thread of sanity snapped, and she followed her heart, biting down on those thin lips.

A muffled groan sounded, and in the darkness, the man's eyes shone brighter than the stars, staring intently at her. Then a low growl sounded, "Woman, you started this."

In the room, Isabel's reason went up in smoke, and all that was left was a scorching need to feel, to touch.

The man's kisses, hotter than any flame, traced a path from her forehead to the tip of her nose and further down, leaving Isabel dazed, unsure of the time or place. His voice, rich and deep like aged wine, echoed in her ears.

In the end, their bodies entwined. The dim light flickered, strangers becoming one.

As the madness subsided, Isabel's reason slowly returned. Her mind awoke before her body, and before she even opened her eyes, a wave of soreness and pain spread throughout her.

"Ouch..." Isabel sucked in a breath, feeling like she had been run over by a truck, every tiny movement sending jolts of pain through her body.

Where was she? As the pain subsided, Isabel opened her eyes. Her long lashes fluttered, revealing eyes cold with realization. She frowned, looking at the luxurious chandelier above her, lost in a daze.

One thing was certain, this was not her home. Isabel closed her eyes, recalling the previous night's events.

Her half-sister had invited her to a bar, but she never showed up. While Isabel was waiting, someone handed her a drink, and despite her usual tolerance, she got drunk.

And then? Her memory was hazy, only a few scenes stood out. There were people chasing her, and she was running. Then, she fled to a hotel. That was where her memory ended.

Isabel rubbed her temples. The hangover was a harsh consequence, not only was her body aching for no apparent reason, but her head felt like it was about to explode.

"Awake?" Suddenly, a deep, husky, and magnetic voice sounded beside her, making Isabel jump like a startled deer, her voice trembling as she asked, "Who's there?"

Then, she saw the speaker. His eyes were lazily half-closed, a look of indifference on his thin-lipped, sharply featured face. But it was his naked form that was truly captivating, his physique so perfect it could make anyone blush and their heart race.

Isabel was momentarily stunned by his breathtaking looks. But soon, she snapped out of her daze, realizing what had happened the night before.

"Ahhh!" A scream that could shake the heavens and earth pierced the air. Isabel, on the verge of a breakdown, grabbed her hair and shouted, "You jerk! You did this to me? I'll kill you!"

She had been in a relationship for so long, yet she never had the chance to share a kiss with his boyfriend. And now, her virginity was lost to a stranger! Admittedly, he was handsome, but the point was, Isabel didn't know him at all!

Isabel was fuming, her embarrassment turning into rage as she lunged at the man. However, the man, unhurried and untroubled, casually raised his hand to block her, rendering her immobile.

His thin lips curved into a mocking smile as he scoffed, "Oh, playing these games with me? I've seen it all, darling. Since it was your first time, I won't hold it against you. How about this, tell me your price? Hmm, perhaps you should sign a contract to be mine. You won't be at a disadvantage compared to entertaining others."

Isabel was taken aback, blinking in confusion before she realized what he was implying. She was mortified and furious.

This man, this stranger who had taken her first time, what was he saying? Did he think she was that kind of woman? Isabel was so angry she could barely breathe, her teeth grinding as she flatly refused, "You're way off!"

The man said nothing, his mocking smile becoming even more glaring. His deep gaze wandered over Isabel before he uttered a few words, "How about two million for a month?"

Isabel's temples throbbed, and she suddenly felt a strange sympathy for the handsome man. There must be something wrong with him. Why couldn't he understand what she was saying?

Taking a deep breath, Isabel tried to calm herself. Then she enunciated each word as if it were being forced through her teeth, "I'm sorry if you got the wrong impression, but I'm not interested in you. Whatever happened last night, I'm not looking to continue it. Just blame it on my luck! And I'm not interested in your contract. I'm leaving now. Goodbye, forever!"

After saying that, Isabel threw off the covers, and angrily picked up her clothes from the bed. Before leaving, she glared at the man who was still lying there, looking at her with an air of nonchalance. Then she left without looking back.

The man's smile grew. He muttered to himself, "Interesting."

The smile was fleeting, disappearing so quickly one might have thought it an illusion. The man's face turned icy, a light snort escaping him as he spoke, "Find out who was behind last night's events."

Isabel left the hotel, dragging her exhaustion with her, and took a hard look at the imposing words "Imperial Luxe Hotel" behind her. She shook her head, muttering to herself, "Strange man, I hope I never see him again." Then she quickly left.

Everything from last night seemed like a dream, leaving her dazed. She wished it had been a dream; that man's gaze was terrifying. She truly hoped never to be involved with someone like him.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated. Isabel composed herself and clicked the message. However, the image on the screen made her pause.

The message was from her half-sister, but the content was jarring – it showed two naked figures, her ex-boyfriend and her sister.

Isabel narrowed her eyes, and her gaze gradually darkened.

Many doubts were answered at that moment. Isabel gritted her teeth. She clenched her phone so hard it seemed she might crush it. An indescribable anger welled up inside her. Now, it was hard not to believe – it was her respected sister who had lured her to the bar and drugged her!

Isabel's heart ached. Although not a blood relative, she had never treated her sister as an outsider. But why would she do this to her? After the pain came extreme anger. Isabel wanted to find her immediately and demand an explanation.