Betrayed by Fiance, Redeemed by Tycoon

"8886 Room, got a surprise waiting for you." Amidst the buzzing banquet hall, Grace's phone buzzed, and it was a message from her fiancé, Andrew Evans. The flirtatious undertones in his words made Grace's heart skip a beat. She glanced at Andrew, and it felt like their little secret rendezvous. Today was supposed to be their engagement ceremony. They were only supposed to be in an arranged marriage. But Grace felt lucky. Andrew Evans, one of the most eligible bachelors in Kingston City, was her fiancé. He was not only incredibly good-looking but also a kind and caring gentleman. She believed their marriage would be a happy one. With a subtle smile on her face, she couldn't wait to be wrapped in his strong arms. "Congrats on the engagement, Grace," Josephine, her sister, approached with a glass of champagne, interrupting her thoughts. "You look stunning today." "Thanks." Grace wanted to stay sober, so she hadn't been drinking much. But when Josephine handed her the glass, she couldn't refuse. They clinked their glasses and Grace took a sip. That was a genuine thank you. Grace knew Josephine also had feelings for Andrew. Josephine, beautiful and smart, seemed even more impressive than herself. But Andrew chose her. Grace believed it was the magic of love that made Andrew see beyond her ordinary self and shower her with affection. Josephine smiled, her eyes sparkling. "You're going to be happy. He adores you. Best wishes to both of you." "I believe so." Touched by Josephine's words, Grace downed the rest of her champagne. She also wished Josephine would find her own happiness. "I'm gonna take a break now." "Go ahead." Grace handed her champagne glass back to the waiter and walked gracefully, wearing a smile, towards the room mentioned in the message. Unbeknownst to her, as she turned away, Josephine's gaze toward her back resembled that of a predator aiming at its prey. Her eyes gleamed with a wicked intent, a mischievous smirk gracing her lips. She could already picture her prey falling into her trap. But Grace remained blissfully unaware. She pressed the elevator button and headed to the top floor. As the elevator doors closed, Grace felt a wave of dizziness and an unexplained surge of warmth. She thought it must be the alcohol and the elevator ride. She lightly tapped her head, trying to keep her senses sharp. Ding The sound of the elevator announced her arrival at her destination. The top floor of the hotel was extravagant. Though Grace's vision was slightly blurred, she could still catch the scent of luxurious perfume in the air. The decorations were even more opulent than any hotel she had seen before. In a dreamy state, she approached the door of the hotel room. The coolness of the corridor didn't cool down her racing heart; instead, it added to her anticipation. She yearned to see Andrew. "Andrew?" No response. Grace walked toward the bedroom, only to find it empty. Blushing, she looked at the bed and wondered about Andrew's surprise invitation. Restless, she felt an urge to rip her clothes off due to the unexplained heat coursing through her body. The dizziness intensified. In a haze, Grace saw a tall figure emerge from the bathroom, resembling Andrew's silhouette. She knew this was the surprise Andrew had prepared. After all, they were already engaged. Setting aside her shyness, she followed her instincts. "Is this the surprise?" In the dim, hazy light, Grace wrapped her arms around the man's neck. Nervously, her voice trembled, and the heat radiating from her body grew more intense as she held him. "A surprise?" Maybe it was desire, but Andrew's voice sounded deeper than before. His scent had changed, perhaps a new shower gel with a refreshing touch of mint that stirred Grace's heart. His deep voice struck a chord within Grace. With a mix of shyness and anticipation, Grace mustered the courage to kiss the man's lips in the darkness. It was a hesitant yet bold move. The man paused briefly, but then took charge like a predator seizing its prey, kissing her passionately, leaving her breathless. "Do you want me?" Grace nervously asked. "Hell yes," the man responded. Grace pondered his words amidst her foggy mind. Why not? After all, she was going to marry Andrew anyway. Whatever might happen tonight, they would experience it on their wedding night. “As you wish...” she replied. That was all the permission he needed. He spun her around and began kissing her slowly and sensually. Grace reveled in the sensations she felt at the moment.  It was nothing she had ever experienced before. Not that she had any experience since she was a virgin. Grace was lifted and placed in the middle of the bed by strong muscular arms. She couldn’t stop squirming. She must be losing her mind. “Please,” she pleaded with him, not knowing what she was pleading for. “Please what?” He asked huskily. “Please take me out of my misery,” she replied. Grace had never thought of herself as a wanton woman, but at the moment, that was exactly what she was and she didn’t care. All she cared about was her needs being met, and she needed him inside her. “Your wish is my command.” That was the last thing Grace heard before her dress was ripped open. The act turned her on. She should have been worried that he was being rough, but she wasn’t. For the first time since she had been born, Grace felt a man’s hand, Andrew’s hands, all over her body. It felt foreign but good, so she relaxed and let him do what he was doing. “You’re tight and ready,” he said after toying with her body for a while. “Yes, I am,” Grace replied. She was ready from the moment he put his arms around her. She tensed when he positioned himself on top of her. Grace felt something large at her entrance and then she was being filled. It was slow at first, then he slammed into her with one hard thrust. She tensed at the pain but he didn’t seem to notice. He waited for her to adjust to him. The first stroke he gave to Grace, she couldn’t help the loud moan that spilled from her lips. It was pleasure mixed with pain. “Faster,” she told him, to which he obliged. With their bodies intertwined, pleasure overtook the pain she had felt at first. Grace started to meet him thrust for thrust when she realized that it heightened the sensation. What she didn’t expect was what happened to her when he reached between them and began to rub her cl*toris in slow circles until she shattered, trembling like she was having a seizure. He shuddered, then collapsed on top of Grace. They were both trying to catch their breaths from their vigorous activity. Grace had always heard rumors about s*x, about how painful and uncomfortable it could be, but that wasn’t what she had just experienced. What she experienced was heaven. She couldn’t believe that she had been saving herself the whole time and missed out on this. All she could think about was getting more from Andrew. Grace didn’t know what possessed her, but she rolled him off of her and straddled him. She had no idea what she was doing, but that didn’t stop her from trying. With his guidance, Rose took charge. She worried her lack of experience would have turned him off, but by the noise coming from him, she could see that it wasn’t so. She wished she had turned on the light to see him better. With this newfound knowledge, it gave Grace the confidence she needed to please him, and she did. They only stopped having s*x right before the sun came up. She was exhausted. Right before she fell asleep, she had to tell Andrew how she felt about him. He made her the happiest woman on the planet. “I love you,” she said. Grace didn’t hear Andrew tell her back, but at the same time, she wasn’t so sure because everything became darker as sleep pulled her in. Right now, she was still lost in the enchanting dream of her engagement. But the next morning, when Grace woke up and opened her eyes, her world had been turned upside down...