My Lover, My Revenge

Mabel Lambert stumbled alone down the street, her limbs slightly numb from the alcohol she'd consumed. Cars zipped by one after another, none stopping for her. How ridiculous. Her vision blurry, she leaned against a streetlamp and pulled out her phone, tapping the screen. The message box was empty. There was nothing. The fact was, her beloved fiancé, whom she was to marry tomorrow, was still buried in the office on the eve of their wedding, working on some damn project he deemed more important than their upcoming nuptials! He left his fiancée alone on the street! 'Damn, is he really that busy? Too busy to send even a single message to his future, uh, soon-to-be wife?!' As the heiress of the Lamberts' business, Mabel usually maintained her composure, but the alcohol made her vent a bit about Yusuf Jefferson's absence. She missed his warm embrace, his sweet nothings, and especially his tender, fervent caresses—the last part most of all. Realizing only belatedly, Mabel felt a warmth spreading through her, an inexplicable heat pooling low in her belly. 'I must have had too many drinks,' she thought dizzily. 'I need to get back quickly.' But as she staggered forward, a harsh screech of brakes cut through the night. A black van skidded to a halt beside her, its door flung open. Instinctively, Mabel turned to look inside, only to widen her eyes in horror! Several burly men with indistinct faces sat inside, two of whom reached out and yanked her into the vehicle! The next moment, the door slammed shut, and the van sped away from the bar street without a second's delay. Throughout, Mabel couldn't even muster a scream for help... After what felt like an eternity, the kidnappers dragged Mabel out of the van and roughly threw her into a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. In the face of danger, Mabel couldn't muster the energy to respond. She realized something was wrong with her—her body was overheating, and she craved someone's touch. "It's so hot..." she moaned uncontrollably. Her faint moans made these men breathe heavily. "Strip her down! The boss said once we get the photos, we can have fun with this beauty!" Mabel felt as if her ears were covered with thick cloth; she couldn't hear clearly, and she seemed to lose the ability to think. She clenched her fists, trying to spike her palm with her nails to keep alert, and managed to ask, "What do you want? Money? I can give you double... Just don't touch me!" "Haha. Money? We've already been paid! Don't blame us; blame yourself for crossing the wrong people!" The four kidnappers circled her with cruel laughter. Mabel tried to escape, but her strength was rapidly draining. She knew she couldn't get away, so she hoped to negotiate. "Wait... Damn it, I demand to speak to your employer. What does he want?!" Her haughty demeanor only aroused these men's desire to dominate. One of them could no longer restrain himself and pushed her to the ground, pouncing on her. The other three pulled out their cameras, ready to fulfill their employer's orders. The hard ground pressed painfully against Mabel's back, and the stench of the man's breath filled her nostrils. She tried to push the hulking man off, but she couldn't even lift her arms... In a flash, the man's eyes reddened as he tore open her shirt, exposing her pale breasts. As the man's hands landed on her chest, Mabel whimpered, a sound of both defiance and pleasure. 'I must have been drugged... But who did it?' As Mabel lost consciousness, this thought flickered through her mind. But then, a sharp blade gleamed—a dagger thrust directly into the throat of the man assaulting her! The would-be assailant fell dead instantly. Seeing their comrade suddenly killed, the remaining three kidnappers dropped their cameras in shock. They turned around in panic, only to find that the warehouse was now filled with several men in black suits. Surrounded by these men was a figure in a silver-gray suit—muscular, radiating danger, and so strikingly handsome that it was hard to look directly at his face. He was the one who had thrown that dagger and killed that man! The men in black, fierce and agile, quickly subdued the kidnappers. Clearly the leader, the man in the silver suit walked over to Mabel, who lay unconscious, and scoffed from above, "After all these years, I thought you'd be living well. After all, your father made a fortune after betraying my family..." A nearby man in black, sensing his boss' displeasure and thinking the woman had wronged him, stepped forward to drag Mabel up. But as he grasped her arm, he was sharply rebuked, "You i***t, put her down!" After chastising his subordinate, Cyrus Quinn—the leader—frowned slightly. Then, he bent down in disdain to carefully lift Mabel. Straightening up, Cyrus surveyed the captured kidnappers, his gaze hardening, and demanded in a steady voice, "You dare touch my prey under my watch? Speak, who sent you?" The kidnappers trembled, about to plead for mercy, but their words were cut off by Mabel's sudden moan. "So hot... I want it..."