My Ex’s Father Spoils Me Like a Queen

Sophia Whitmore woke up to the jarring sound of fabric tearing. As she opened her eyes, a horrifying scene unfolded before her. The bloated Mr. Hudson, with his fleshy jowls, loomed over her, sneering lewdly as his hands tore recklessly at her dress. What was going on? Hadn't she been attending a banquet? Without a moment to think, Sophia summoned all her strength and delivered a sharp kick to Mr. Hudson's groin. The next second, he squealed like a stuck pig. Sophia panted heavily, not daring to look at Mr. Hudson who was rolling on the ground clutching his crotch. She stumbled towards the door. But after a few steps, her legs went weak uncontrollably. Damn it! She realized she had been drugged! Footsteps sounded behind her. Sophia bit her lip hard, the pain momentarily clearing her foggy consciousness. She ran forward desperately, until she saw an open door ahead. Summoning all her strength, she pushed the door open, falling into an icy embrace just as her body gave out. "Please... help me!" She reached out helplessly and desperately, clutching the man's shirt collar. But her body, unable to resist desire, pressed her burning cheek against his chest. That brief touch of coolness drew an unconscious, seductive sigh from her lips. Cursing sounds came from outside the door. The man's arms suddenly tightened around the woman. The excessive force made the woman in his arms whimper pitifully. Her fearful, trembling voice pleaded again. "Save me... please, save me!" The man lowered his gaze, dark and inscrutable, sweeping over her exquisite features before settling with restrained desire on her crimson lips. "Do you know who I am?" His deep voice carried a hint of barely detectable emotion. Sophia had completely lost the ability to think. All she knew was that this person exuded a familiar aura, and his body felt cool and soothing. But the man clamped her hands, his dangerously husky voice murmuring in her ear, "Do you even know who I am? And yet you dare plead for my help!" Sophia's brows knitted together. No one knew how much torment she was enduring at that moment, her entire face flushed red, her long eyelashes trembling constantly. "I... I don't care who you are!" Each of her gasps hit the man’s chest like a sledgehammer, sending shockwaves through his heart and unleashing a flood of desire. The man's restrained voice came: "Fine, you asked for this!" The girl seemed to become aware of her surroundings, slowly opening her eyes, and through her hazy vision, she saw a pair of familiar sharp eyes. The next second, she let out a startled cry. "Ah!" The man scooped her up in his arms and strode towards the bed. As soon as Sophia landed on the bed, the man's kisses crashed over her like a tidal wave, engulfing her in an instant! "Mmph..." Muffled moans escaped from between their tightly pressed lips as Sophia instinctively squirmed and struggled, only spurring him to intensify his passionate assault. Tears welled up in Sophia's eyes, her nails digging deep into the man's solid back. "No..." The man's lips now found her delicate earlobe, capturing it between his teeth and grinding intensely as burning desire flickered in his eyes. "You barged in here on your own, so don't even think of running away!" Sophia's eyes widened in shock, her tears about to fall from the corners of her eyes making her appear even more pitiful and alluring, further igniting the man's desire to ravage her. Drifting between consciousness and dreams, Sophia floated in a tempestuous sea of desire, the shore nowhere in sight. The aftermath of the night left a trace of languid sensuality etched into the man’s features. Seated on the edge of the bed, with a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, lazy tendrils of smoke curled upward, though he never took a puff. A closer look would reveal one of his hands resting on the woman's waist, exuding an air of absolute possession. When Sophia woke up, her eyes instantly fell on the man seated directly across from her on the sofa. He appeared to have chosen this position deliberately, his hands braced on the sofa, his open robe unabashedly displaying the red marks on his chest—a brazen reminder of last night. His intense gaze studied Sophia, deliberately taking in every trace of fear and pallor on her face. He sat there in silence, yet Sophia felt as though an invisible hand were squeezing her heart, a crushing wave of suffocation surging over her. She vividly remembered everything from last night—how, beneath him, she had transformed from initial innocence to passionate surrender. "Do you want some water?" The man's words made her tremble involuntarily. Yesterday, under the influence of the d**g, she had imagined the worst-case scenario of being intimate with a random stranger, but... Why did it have to be Ethan! Her future father-in-law! Julian's nominal father! Under the blanket, Sophia's hands clenched into tight fists as the air grew so thin she could barely breathe. A cup of warm water was offered to her chapped lips. Before her eyes were the man's strong, well-defined hands, and in her ears was his cool, deep voice. "Are you going to drink it yourself? Or..." The hand holding the cup raised its index finger, gently touching her lips. "Maybe you'd rather I feed you?" Sophia's body stiffened, and she hurriedly took the cup from the man's hand, gulping down the entire cup of water as the man made a slightly disappointed sound. "If you're still capable of moving, get up and put on some clothes." She clutched the cup, trembling like a startled rabbit. Ethan's gaze softened slightly, yet his tone carried an unyielding firmness. "I think, after today, your status will somewhat change. You will still be Mrs. Graham, but you'll be Mrs. Ethan Graham!" Sophia felt her heart jolt. Who was Ethan? He was the head of the Graham Group, the youngest business magnate in the country who had reached the pinnacle of the financial world at just 35 years of age. His temperament was unpredictable. He was cold and taciturn, acted with lightning speed and decisiveness, and ruthless in decision-making, and almost no one dared to misbehave in his presence. From the first time Julian took her to meet him, Sophia was afraid of him! But now... She had actually gone to bed with him! She couldn’t bear to imagine how people would talk about her—or him—if they truly got married! The former future daughter-in-law and future father-in-law? Her hesitation, fear, and rejection were all seen by Ethan. At this moment, voices could be heard from outside. It was Julian, and that Mr. Hudson. Her instinctive action of shrinking under the blanket caused a sharp glint to flash in the man's already gloomy eyes. "Heh..." The chilling laugh laced with mockery sent a shiver down Sophia's spine, and unease began to creep over her. Ethan moved closer, his large hand covering her slender waist. In one swift motion, he lifted her up and carried her to the door with a single arm. Her eyes widened in terror, her voice trembling in an almost pleading tone. "No..." But that door was opened before her eyes! Revealing two people standing in the corridor! Sophia squeezed her eyes shut, a futile gesture of resistance, before reluctantly curling into Ethan's embrace. Ethan's expression softened slightly. His large hand tightened, and he calmly looked towards Julian. "F-Father... what did you do..."