Rebirth of a Beauty Heiress

Chapter 3

Lola swore repeatedly throughout the night, her pleas for mercy intermingling with cries of pleasure as Shen Hao Ming unleashed the sleeping lion within him. The celibate man, tasting the intoxicating sweetness of her for the first time, was insatiable. Every touch, every scent of her drove him to heights he had never imagined. He found himself utterly captivated by her, consumed by a desire that was both fierce and tender. She was his new addiction, a drug he couldn’t live without, and he was grateful beyond words when she agreed to be his woman. The thought of being deprived of her was unbearable.

For the first time in his life, Shen Hao Ming experienced the blissful tranquility of sleeping like a baby, cradled in the warmth of her embrace. Next to this beautiful stranger, who had willingly given him her most precious gift, he found a peace he had never known. The night was a symphony of shared passion, a binding of souls through whispered promises and gentle caresses.

As dawn broke, Lola's phone rang incessantly, pulling her from the cocoon of their shared slumber. Panic surged through her as she remembered the looming wrath of her father. She dressed hurriedly; her movements frantic as she tried not to disturb the handsome man still peacefully asleep in the bed. Each glance at his serene face filled her with a bittersweet longing, but she knew she had to go.

She slipped out of the suite and caught a taxi, her heart pounding as she rushed home. Her father's angry voice echoed in her mind, fuelling her urgency. Every movement was a reminder of the night before, the pleasurable pain of his passion still fresh on her body. She winced but pushed through, determined to face her father without revealing any weakness.

Arriving at her house, she sneaked in through the maid's entrance at the back, her steps light and cautious. She swiftly changed into a turtleneck shirt, the fabric hiding the multitude of hickeys that adorned her neck, each one a mark of their fervent lovemaking. As she pulled the shirt over her head, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her skin flushed, her eyes brighter than they had been in years.

In that reflection, she saw a woman transformed, a woman who had tasted freedom and passion. She was no longer just Lola Shi, the heiress trapped in a gilded cage, but someone who had taken the first steps toward reclaiming her life. And as she faced the day, the memory of Shen Hao Ming's touch and his promise lingered in her heart, a beacon of hope and strength.

As expected, her father's rage was palpable as Lola descended the stairs. His fury radiated from him, an almost tangible force that made the air crackle with tension. Cindy stood at the foot of the stairs, her expression one of barely concealed surprise and frustration. She had not anticipated Lola's calm and composed appearance, as if she had simply woken up from a restful sleep.

"Where were you?" Shin Ya Jun's voice thundered through the house, his eyes blazing with anger. "You are getting married tomorrow, and yet you spend the night wildly outside!" His words were sharp, laced with disappointment and the assumption of guilt. In his eyes, Lola was always a problem, never the victim.

What he didn’t know was that Lola had been ensnared in Cindy's traps time and again, manipulated and maligned by Cindy and her mother. But this time, things were different. Lola had a second chance, and she intended to use it wisely.

"Dad, I was sleeping in my room," Lola said, her voice calm and steady, laced with a touch of innocence and a hint of theatricality.

"I’m wearing my pajamas and I felt unwell after the party last night. How could I have spent the night outside in my pajamas and then come down from my room?"

Her father's stern face flickered with confusion. "But Cindy told me you didn’t come home last night and that your room was empty," he replied, the conviction in his voice wavering slightly as he presented Cindy's report.

"Dad," Lola continued, her tone measured and reasonable, "maybe Cindy checked the wrong room. I was in my room after spending some time in the attic, reminiscing about mother’s paintings. Cindy, you should change your clothes after going out. I can still smell the alcohol and perfume from last night on you."

Her pointed observation redirected the focus squarely onto Cindy, who stood frozen, her face paling. The scent of alcohol and perfume clung to her, unmistakable and incriminating. Shin Ya Jun’s eyes narrowed as he turned to Cindy, a new suspicion dawning.

"Is this true, Cindy?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Before Cindy could stammer out a defense, his hand swung through the air with a resounding slap, sending her sprawling to the floor. The room fell silent, the sound of the slap echoing in the shocked stillness.

Cindy’s mother rushed to her side, her eyes blazing with hatred as she glared at Lola. But Lola met her gaze with a cool, cunning smile, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. She had won this round.

"I promise with my life," Lola whispered to herself as she turned and ascended the stairs, "this time, I will make you all pay tenfold for what happened in my previous life."

Reaching her room, Lola shut the door behind her and leaned against it for a moment, allowing herself a deep, steadying breath. She had taken the first step towards her revenge, and it felt exhilarating. Moving to the window, she poured herself a glass of warm water and sank into the recliner, her gaze drifting over the serene view of the back garden.

The tranquility of the garden contrasted sharply with the turmoil within the house. Lola sipped her water, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and plans. The rebirth had given her a rare opportunity, one she would not squander. She would be methodical, patient, and relentless.

The warm sunlight filtering through the window bathed her in a gentle glow, a stark contrast to the cold resolve hardening within her heart. She knew that Cindy and her mother would not take this defeat lying down. They would plot and scheme, but Lola was ready for them. She had lived through their treachery once before, and this time, she would be the one setting the traps.

Lola's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door. She knew it would be one of the maids, perhaps coming to check on her after the morning’s confrontation. "Come in," she called, her voice steady.

A maid entered, her eyes wide with concern. "Miss Lola, are you alright?"

Lola offered a reassuring smile. "I’m fine. Just a bit tired. Thank you for checking on me."

As the maid left, Lola returned her gaze to the garden. The calm exterior she presented was a mask, hiding the storm brewing within. She would play the part of the dutiful daughter and fiancée for now, but her mind was already strategizing her next move. The chessboard of her life had been reset, and she was determined to emerge victorious.

Lola took another sip of her water, savoring the warmth that spread through her. She had the advantage of foresight, and with it, she would dismantle the lives of those who had wronged her, piece by piece. Her father's misguided trust in Cindy, the malicious glee of her stepmother, and the treachery of Zhou Ze Yuan—all would be addressed in time.

For now, she allowed herself a moment of peace, knowing that soon enough, the battle would begin in earnest. And this time, Lola Shi would not be the victim. She would be the victor.