Billionaire Ben’s Crazy Love

In the dark and gloomy night, engulfed by a pouring rain, flashes of lightning occasionally illuminated a corner of the sky. A man was running with all his might to escape a group of pursuers. The rain made his steps heavier with every second, but he could not afford to stop. If he did, he would never see tomorrow’s sunrise again. The men behind him chased after him while shouting furiously: "You bastard, stand still and surrender peacefully! You can't escape!" "Do you really think you can run from Master David for the rest of your life?" Ignoring the threats behind him, he kept pushing forward. In the dead of night, amidst the heavy rain, there was not a single passing vehicle for him to call for help. He had run a long distance; his legs were numb and on the verge of giving out. Just then, a faint light approached from the opposite direction, slowly drawing nearer. A subtle smile touched the corner of his lips—his instinct told him he was saved. The moment the motorbike arrived, he recklessly threw himself in front of it to block its path. The bike nearly hit him. He hurriedly cried out: "Please save me! Please, help me!" Beneath the raincoat was a young woman. She looked in shock at the pale, drenched man who looked ready to faint at any moment as he begged for help. From a distance, she heard the shouts of the chasing men: "Don't do it! Don't let that bastard on your bike!" Without a second thought, the young woman told the man to get on. She sped off at full throttle, skillfully swerving past the men who were trying to block their path. Luna was drifting in and out of sleep when she suddenly woke up. The moment she opened her eyes, Mrs. Luta (her stepmother) cried out in delight: "Luna is awake! She's awake, dear!" Mr. Allen (her biological father) rushed to her bedside in a panic. "Thank heavens, you're awake! If you didn't wake up, I don't know how I could go on living." Mrs. Luta also choked back tears, her eyes red: "You had a high fever and were unconscious for a day and a night. Your father and I were terrified, you know that? Next time it rains heavily like that, don't go outside, do you hear me?" "Since she's awake, she must be feeling better. Go call someone to get her ready so she won't be late for the banquet," Mr. Allen urged. Luna looked blankly at Mrs. Luta and then glanced at Mr. Allen. She couldn't understand why Mrs. Luta was suddenly showing such enthusiastic concern for her. Ever since she married her father, Mrs. Luta had never treated her with an ounce of warmth. And now, despite her being sick, they were forcing her to attend some banquet. She rasped out weakly: "Can I stay home? I'm still so tired." Mrs. Luta gently patted Luna’s hand. "You can't. This banquet is extremely important to your father." Luna wanted to say more, but the sharp, threatening glare from Mrs. Luta made her realize she had no choice. In the past, whenever there was a banquet, it was always Mrs. Luta's biological daughter, Bella, who attended. Luna had never been invited, so why was today so unusual? Fifteen minutes later, a professional styling team arrived at the house—handling everything from makeup and hair to attire. After more than two hours of preparation, she was transformed from a sickly girl into a delicate, elegant princess. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could hardly recognize her own reflection. Bella walked into the room, saw how stunning Luna looked, and sneered with disgust: "Dressing up pretty just to be sold off... What's there to be so proud of?" Mrs. Luta glared at Bella in warning, prompting Bella to stomp out of the room in anger. Luna went with Mrs. Luta and Mr. Allen to a banquet hosted at the city's most luxurious restaurant. Upon entering the banquet hall, Mr. Allen excused himself to greet and mingle with various guests. Knowing Luna was still unwell, Mrs. Luta led her to a table to sit down. She attentively fetched some pastries and a glass of fresh orange juice for her. "Eat up, dear. Your only job today is to sit here and enjoy the food and drinks." Luna bit her lip in hesitation, then asked Mrs. Luta directly: "Why didn't Bella come with you and Dad instead of me?" "How could Bella handle events like this? Only you are suitable for this, dear." "Is that so?" "Drink some juice. I see your lips are quite dry." Luna looked suspiciously at Mrs. Luta's caring attitude. Her intuition warned her to stay vigilant. She picked up the glass of juice and took a small sip, but Mrs. Luta urged her again: "Drink it all, dear. It'll help with your dry lips. You're sick, so orange juice will give you some Vitamin C." Under Mrs. Luta’s expectant gaze, Luna obediently drained the glass. She continued sitting there, eating pastries while watching the guests chat and laugh around the room, with Mrs. Luta attentively tending to her side. After a few minutes, a strange sensation suddenly washed over her—a wave of intense heat surged through her body, leaving her feeling deeply restless and unsettled. Noticeably aware of Luna's unusual reaction, Mrs. Luta immediately asked: "What's wrong, Luna?" "Auntie... I feel so uncomfortable." A subtle smirk crossed Mrs. Luta's face as she helped Luna to her feet. "The party won't end anytime soon. Let me take you up to one of the restaurant's guest rooms to rest. It's too late to take you home right now anyway." Luna’s vision grew increasingly hazy; she could no longer see the faces around her clearly, and her throat felt parched. She offered no resistance wherever Mrs. Luta led her. It was only when she was laid onto the bed that she fully grasped her situation—she was consumed by an overwhelming, primal desire for physical intimacy. Her breathing turned heavy and ragged, and her mind lost all control over her body. Desperate for relief, she began pulling off her own clothes. Just then, the door opened. Mr. Allen walked in, supporting another man, and said warmly: "Just rest here and recover. When the Chairman asks, I'll explain things for you, so don't worry." The man did not refuse, though he brushed Mr. Allen’s hand off his shoulder. Mr. Allen smiled slyly, turned around to leave the room, and carefully shut the door behind him. As soon as the man approached the bed, he spotted a naked girl squirming and moaning softly. He frowned, his eyes darkening. His entire body felt flushed, and the beast between his legs suddenly awakened with intense force, straining uncomfortably beneath his trousers. Through her blurred vision, Luna sensed someone watching her, and a masculine scent drifted to her nose. Crawling toward the edge of the bed, she approached the man and decisively leaped onto him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and her legs around his waist like a koala bear. She nuzzled her head into his chest, her bare skin pressed firmly against his body. The man’s expression darkened, and he was about to throw her off when she suddenly murmured in a soft voice: "So cool... feels so good..." He froze in astonishment for a few seconds. Gently, he unclasped one of her hands while supporting her hips with the other. When he finally caught a clear look at her face, his anger transformed into pure amazement and joy. "It's you..." He gently laid her back down on the bed. He had likely deduced what was happening to both of them. Her behavior made it obvious that she had been drugged. Since he had been deliberately brought here, he must have been drugged as well—except they didn't know he was immune to it. Neither sedatives nor aphrodisiacs had any effect on him. Feeling his hands pull away, Luna became upset and threw her arms around him once more. "Please... help me... I feel so bad..." The man winced as he looked at the small girl in his arms, feeling a surge of anger toward whoever had harmed her. If it hadn't been him stepping into this room today, what would have become of her? But on second thought, it felt as though fate had orchestrated this reunion. If she hadn't saved him that stormy night, he wouldn't even be standing here now. After getting home that night, he had come down with a high fever and only fully recovered today, at which point his father forced him to attend this banquet. He had intended to look for her to express his gratitude, as he had left in such a hurry back then. Who would have thought that before he even started searching, they would meet again under these circumstances? He had no desire to take advantage of her while she was incapacitated. As he was lost in thought, trying to figure out the best way to help her flush the drug out of her system, she suddenly leaned in, cupped his face, and pressed her lips against his.