Contract Bride, Eternal Obsession: My Husband Refused To Let Me Go

Deep into the night, Aloridge was battered by relentless, pouring rain.

When she reached the hotel, Bethany Nelson was drenched from head to toe, her hair clinging damply and chaotically to her face.

She paid no attention to her disheveled state, focusing instead on the bag she held tightly.

About thirty minutes earlier, Gavin Harrison, her fiancé, had sent her a message explaining that he had spilled red wine on his shirt and asked her to bring a fresh one for the next day.

The downpour had caught her off guard, and she had stepped out of the car without an umbrella. Luckily, the new shirt for Gavin had been carefully wrapped inside her coat and remained untouched by the rain.

She quickly made her way upstairs and found Gavin's room.

The door stood slightly open. When she thought of Gavin, a quiet warmth spread through her. She reached forward to push it further open.

Without warning, a strong arm shot out and dragged her inside.

Darkness swallowed her vision instantly, followed by the weight of a scorching body pressing her down, while a man's hand gripped her throat, cutting off any chance to cry out.

"You dared to drug me? You've brought this on yourself!"

The voice was filled with rage and threat, striking Bethany with such force that it left her stunned.

And it clearly did not belong to Gavin.

Who was this stranger, and why was he inside Gavin's room?

Panic surged through Bethany like a tidal wave. Grabbing his wrist, she forced the words out through clenched teeth. "I don't even know you. I came here to see my fiancé."

"Oh? You still have the audacity to lie?" The man appeared unable to restrain himself as he lowered his head and bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, the metallic taste blending with her sweetness and stirring something darker within him.

His hold around her throat gradually slackened as he lifted her up and tossed her onto the bed before climbing over her.

"No..." Her protests were completely silenced by him as her damp, cold clothes were removed, leaving her caught between the lingering chill of the storm and an overpowering, suffocating heat.

Three hours passed before he finally found satisfaction.

The man eventually moved away from her, his bare upper body marked by the aftermath of intense passion.

Bethany curled beneath the blanket, her cheeks still flushed while her slender frame trembled slightly.

In the darkness, his voice rang out with a mocking edge. "I doubt I'm your first. Who are you trying to deceive with this innocent act?"

Convinced that she had drugged him, he despised her so much that he refused to even spare her a glance and walked straight into the bathroom to wash up.

The sound of running water filled the room as Bethany's unfocused gaze gradually cleared, her eyes fixed on the bathroom door without moving.

She forced herself upright despite the ache in her body, then reached out