In His Arms, Against Her Will

Valentine's night is always filled with a sweet atmosphere. The streets were teeming with stylish young couples, each wearing a smile of happiness. Bethany Jones stepped off the bus and looked at the luxurious hotel across the street, pulling her down jacket tighter around her. No one knew that under her ankle-length down jacket, she was wearing only a sheer, low-cut nightgown. Underneath the nightgown, she wore nothing at all. Taking a deep breath, Bethany felt her heart start to race. Tonight, she was going to give herself completely. After four years of dating Owen Young, despite his persistent cajoling and sweet talk, she had always maintained her final line of defense. But tonight, she had decided to give him her all on this special Valentine's night. The long corridor was silent, the thick carpet muffling Bethany's footsteps. She felt an inexplicable sense of panic as she touched her flushed cheeks and slowly walked to the door of room 1808. Owen had said he would be waiting for her in room 1808. He promised that this night would be the most romantic and perfect of all. Her heart pounded like a drum, filled with shyness, sweetness, nervousness, and an inexplicable fear. Bethany looked at the closed door and hesitated for a moment before gently pulling the room card out of her pocket. The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom. Through the frosted glass, the vague outline of a man's n***d back was visible. Bethany glanced quickly and then turned her eyes away in panic. Owen was taking a shower. Feeling a bit flustered, she tightened her down jacket and sat on the edge of the bed. The large mirror across from the bed clearly reflected her image: a pair of clear, lively eyes, filled with a girl's anticipation and unease. At this moment, she looked unbelievably beautiful. Owen would definitely like it, right? Bethany lowered her eyelashes and suddenly remembered Owen's words. "Bethany, you mustn't wear anything under the down jacket! Once you're inside, take off the jacket. If you're shy, you can get under the covers." The sound of the water stopped with a slight click. Bethany, startled, quickly dove under the covers, hiding completely. The room was warm, and Bethany, wrapped in the blanket, felt hot and uncomfortable. She quickly took off the down jacket and tossed it lightly into the corner. Owen wouldn't expect her to be so obedient, would he? Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would leap out of her chest. She listened intently, hearing a faint buzzing from the bathroom, perhaps the sound of an electric shaver. The bathroom door opened, and Bethany tightly closed her eyes. Even though she had decided what to do, she was still so nervous that her legs were trembling. There were very light footsteps on the carpet, stopping steadily at the bedside. A powerful sense of pressure overwhelmed her, and Bethany's breathing became heavier under the oppressive atmosphere. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her wrist as someone grabbed her tightly. "Who are you? Why are you here?" A deep, magnetic voice, cold as the winter wind outside, shattered Bethany's composure. It wasn't Owen! This wasn't Owen's voice! She opened her eyes in shock, staring at the man beside the bed. The tall man leaned over her, his eyes deep and sharp, with a nose and jawline so chiseled it was intimidating. Those eyes seemed to see right into her soul. "Ah!" Bethany screamed instinctively, struggling desperately to free herself from the man's grip. The man frowned, his eyes sweeping over the fallen blanket and her exposed body without a hint of emotion. He tightened his grip. "How did you get in here?" His voice remained calm, his demeanor unruffled, but his cold, stern gaze made Bethany break out in a cold sweat. This man exuded an air that clearly said he was not to be trifled with. Bethany was on the verge of a breakdown, too panicked to notice her own nudity, desperately trying to break free from the man. What happened to Owen? What happened to their first night? How had things turned out like this? The door suddenly burst open, and before Bethany could react, a crowd of people rushed in. Cameras flashed incessantly, the blinding light stinging her eyes. The blanket had fallen to the floor during the struggle, and she covered her chest in panic, unable to find anything to cover herself with. A black coat was tossed over to her. Grateful, Bethany looked at the man beside her, but he didn't even glance her way. He stood there with a casual arrogance, wrapped only in a bath towel around his waist, exuding the bearing of a king surveying his realm. "Sullivan Fisher! Let go of my girlfriend! So what if you're the CEO of Hutson? Does having money mean you can do whatever you want?" Owen emerged from behind the reporters, his expression furious. Bethany stared at Owen, her eyes filled with shock, humiliation, and rage. So this was all Owen's arrangement! She was merely the bait! It was all a trap set by Owen and the reporters! Though she tried hard to hold back, tears still streamed down her cheeks. She wanted to curse, but her throat was too choked to make a sound. Wrapping the coat tightly around herself, Bethany slowly walked towards Owen, her expression so tragic that the reporters forgot to press their shutters, stepping back in unison. Owen's face softened with concern as he reached out to her. "Bethany, don't be afraid, I will..." "Smack!" A resounding slap landed on Owen's face. Bethany bit her lip hard to keep from crying out loud. This was the boyfriend who had promised to marry her after graduation, who had vowed to be good to her for life! The slap was heavy, leaving Owen seeing stars. He felt warm liquid trickling from his nose. Touching it, he realized it was blood. As he wiped the blood from his nose, he still reached out to grab Bethany's arm. "Don't touch her." The tall man in the bath towel stepped forward, pushing Owen aside and pulling Bethany behind him. "Who dares to touch my fiancée?"