Bride Behind the Mask novel Chapter 1

The room was a hot mess. A man and a woman were tangled up like a pair of intertwined snakes. Under the sunlight, their bodies were twisted tightly together.

When Frederick Winston woke up, he found a woman snuggled into his arm, her face covered by her hair, making it hard to see her features.

This woman shifted her neck slightly, murmuring in her sleep and unconsciously burrowed into his embrace.

Frederick had a splitting headache and realized that the woman in his arms was naked. Her skin had a sexy glow under the sunlight that made his almond-shaped eyes squint slightly.

His eyebrows furrowed as he instinctively looked around. Then, he suddenly remembered all the things happened last night.

At the company's anniversary celebration, he had drank quite much and crashed in his hotel room.

In his half-awake state, the woman wrapped herself around him. Their skin-to-skin contact filled the air with a steamy atmosphere.

So, in a blurry haze, they did the deed.

Turns out, last night wasn't just a dream, it was real.

Frederick's expression darkened instantly. He rolled out of bed, hurriedly put on his clothes, his gaze swept over the bedsheet and then came to a sudden halt.

The red stains on the bedsheet, like a blooming flower, caught his eye.

To his surprise, she was a virgin.

All of a sudden, he had an urge to see what the woman, whose virginity he took, looked like.

His large hand was about to brush away the hair obstructing her face, but he stopped just before touching her.

This was just a one-night stand, no need to get hung up on it.

After all, the women who wanted to sleep with him were only after his money and status.

His hand moved towards the suit on the bed, and Frederick bolted from the room.

But what he didn't know was that as he picked up his suit, a necklace that had fallen from the woman's neck got caught on it. The necklace was swept away along with his suit.

Ten minutes later, a Rolls-Royce Cullinan raced down the bustling streets.

The CEO Frederick’s assistant Chuck was respectfully reporting work, but Frederick seemed a bit distracted, his thoughts started to wander.

He thought about the sweet scent he seemed to have smelled last night. He began to wonder if it was just his imagination.

After all, he lost his sense of smell in a car accident three years ago.

"Mr. Winston, there's a resident on Cedarbrook Street that refuses to move. The demolition department is at a loss," Chuck reported.

"What's the reason?" he asked, snapping back to reality.

"That family runs a casino, they are drowning in gambling debts. They think the compensation we offered for relocation is too low, so they are asking for more. If that plot of land isn't demolished, it will affect our upcoming bids," Chuck explained.

Frederick, sitting in the back seat, squinted his eyes and immediately gave an order, "To Cedarbrook Street."

Chuck was surprised but quickly understood Frederick's intention.

It appeared that Frederick was going to handle this matter personally.

Soon, the driver changed direction, and the car started heading towards Cedarbrook Street.

Just then, the suit draped over his shoulder began to vibrate.

As Frederick reached into his pocket to find his phone, a pendant suddenly dropped onto the floor.