Bound by Lust: Stolen Before Her Vows

She used to be nothing but a bar girl. At a time where anyone could boss her around and take advantage of her, Bennett Spencer spent a fortune to make her his kept woman.

Now, however, she's become the Jensen family's heiress and is engaged to the scion of the Gibson family. She's one step away from becoming the lady of an affluent family.

The night before her wedding, Bennett shows up and has his way with her in every corner of her home, forcing her to remember the passion and lust they shared in the past.

"I'm the only one who can make you do away with your chastity."

His words make her descend into the throes of passion again.

Cecilia Jensen was a classic example of one who went from rags to riches.

Originally a bar girl in a club, she became a daughter of the wealthy Jensen family overnight. Then, she was engaged to Henry Gibson, the heir of the Gibson family. News of her encounter was the talk of Jacksonburg for several days.

However, only Cecilia knew she wasn't actually one of the Jensens. It was all part of Henry's setup so he would have the right to inherit the Gibson family.

Meanwhile, she was only one of his many lovers whom he lavishly spent a fortune on. She was merely known as his so-called fiancée and was the most favored.

Currently, she was in front of her wardrobe, choosing an outfit. Later that night, Henry would be taking her along to meet a big shot. It had to be someone related to the housing project in the Northern District.

Most of the time, Cecilia was like an accessory to Henry.

The party was held in a private manor. As she followed him around, she acted demurely. Frequently, the other guests would inquire when their wedding would be held. Henry gave them a vague answer that was both smart and socially acceptable.

After all the standing, Cecilia felt slightly tired. She bent to massage her ankle.

Henry looked down. "You can have a seat over there if you're tired. The key person for the day isn't here yet. I'll come get you when he's here."

"Sure." Cecilia was actually quite curious to know who could be that important that Henry would regard him so highly.

She wasn't used to wearing high heels. Now that she had his word, she was glad to stop keeping up her act. Limping, she entered their private lounge.

After taking off her high heels, she checked her heels, which were abraded. She frowned. Sighing heavily, she leaned back and closed her eyes to rest.

When she heard the sound of the door opening, she remained motionless. The lounge was reserved for her and Henry, and only the bracelets they wore could open it.

Her eyes were closed, and her lips were slightly curved. She wore a white dress. Her legs were long and slender, bent slightly as she leaned on the