Assistant by Day, Fake Wife by Night

"Don't be shy. Seduce Patrick and seduce him well." Karina said as she forcefully tore off Larissa's clothes, viciously pinching her body. "You've got a good figure, but you need to know your place. Don't have thoughts you shouldn't have, or else your mother..." Larissa trembled slightly from the pain, her fists clenched tightly until the last piece of clothing was ripped off and she was pushed into the room. She heard the sound of water running from the bathroom and nervously stared at her n***d self in the mirror. She quickly grabbed a men's shirt from the wardrobe and hurriedly put it on. The water stopped running in the bathroom, and Larissa quickly hid under the covers. After a long while, she heard footsteps approaching, gradually growing louder. She curled up tighter under the blanket. Patrick came out of the bathroom and, seeing the scene on the bed, couldn't help but find it a bit amusing. He reached for the light switch, but as soon as the light flickered on, it suddenly went out. "I'll go check on it," Patrick said, about to step outside, but he felt someone tug on his sleeve. Patrick instinctively tried to pull away, but then he heard Larissa's trembling voice. "Don't leave, please?" Patrick froze. "It's okay, I'll be back soon," he said softly, his tone more gentle than he had realized. Larissa's heartbeat stopped for a moment. This was the man Karina and her mother had instructed her to seduce: Patrick, the current head of the Underwoods, one of the top families in the city of Aldria. The Underwood family would never have considered a nouveau riche family like the Edwards in a marriage. But six months ago, Giselle Edwards, having saved Rhea Underwood once, approached the Underwood family and proposed that Karina Edwards marry Patrick. Rhea agreed to this suggestion. Today was the wedding night of Karina and Patrick. However, strangely, Karina had sought out her half-sister Larissa, asking her to stand in for her during their wedding night. Although Larissa had no idea what secret Karina was hiding, she was desperate for money. She needed the money to treat her mother's illness... So Larissa could not let Patrick leave. With this thought, Larissa made up her mind. She grabbed Patrick and pressed her unskilled kiss against his lips. Patrick was stunned, wanting to push her away, but he realized she was only wearing a shirt. Larissa's n***d body under the shirt made him unable to resist touching her. Larissa trembled as she felt his fingers roam across her body. Patrick, sensing her reaction, regained some of his composure. "Ms. Underwood, you..." Larissa said nothing but reached her hand into Patrick's shirt. Patrick felt her hand wandering on him, instantly losing all reason. He took a deep breath and turned, pressing Larissa beneath him. Patrick made every effort to pull Larissa away and asked, "Do you know what you're doing?" "I know, I..." Hearing this, Patrick suddenly decided not to hold back any longer. Tonight was supposed to be his wedding night, and he had planned to keep things strictly platonic with his new wife. After all, he didn't love Karina; he had married her solely to fulfill his mother's dying wish. But at that moment, he only knew that he wanted her. Patrick took control, pulling Larissa close and deepening the kiss. It was a commanding kiss, leaving no room for refusal. While kissing her, he started removing her clothes. One kiss after another trailed down her body, covering every area of her skin. Larissa couldn't help but let out a soft moan. To Patrick, that sound felt like an invitation. He gripped her waist repeatedly and moved with abandon. In the darkness, the two intertwined, her whispered sighs and moans swallowed by his kisses. ***** After their passionate session, Patrick leaned back against the bed, his gaze turning distant. Initially, he had resolved not to consummate his marriage with his new wife, but since he had already gone against his original intention, there was no turning back. After a moment of thought, Patrick got up. "I'm going to take a shower." Larissa responded softly. Patrick walked into the bathroom. Hearing the rush of water, Larissa quickly got up, struggling to lift herself from the bed. Her legs were so weak she nearly collapsed. After a moment of steadying herself, she dragged her weary body out of the room. As soon as she stepped into the hallway, a slap landed hard across her face. She stumbled and fell to the floor. Karina grabbed her by the hair and snarled, "You little w***e! Those noises you were making just now sounded just like a p********e. Since you're so cheap, I'll be generous and let you stay another two months." Larissa's heart sank. "No, we agreed..." "Listen, you filthy s**t! You have no right to bargain. From now on, you're this family's maid and a stand-in for me in bed." After speaking, Karina forcefully grabbed Larissa's chin, making her look her in the eye. "Did you hear me?" Her eyes glinted with malice as she stared directly at Larissa. Just hearing the sounds from the bed earlier had enraged Karina to the point where she almost smashed everything in sight. But she couldn't do that—she had to endure it. If she hadn't accidentally gotten pregnant by another man and been warned by the doctor that an abortion might leave her unable to conceive again, she would never have given this opportunity to Larissa. This was Patrick—the king of Aldria's business empire! Karina had secretly desired him for so long, and now tonight Larissa had taken her place. Thinking of this, she gripped Larissa's hand tightly. Larissa, wincing from the pain, pulled away. "I understand." "You'd better. Do as I say—especially at night. Uderstood?" If it weren't for the fact that pregnancy wasn't guaranteed on the first try, she wouldn't have allowed Larissa to stay here. What a lucky break for this woman. Karina fumed silently. In two months, once the baby was stable, she would deal with Larissa. Watching Larissa's retreating figure, Karina spat in disgust before pushing open the door and stepping into Patrick's room. She quickly stripped off her clothes and lay down on the bed, striking the pose she thought was most seductive. Before long, Patrick emerged from the bathroom, his robe loosely draped over him, exuding an air of aristocratic elegance. Karina gazed at him, mesmerized. Patrick was perfect—he had both status and power. As she observed him through the moonlight, the room's light suddenly came on. Patrick finally saw the woman before him clearly. For some reason, the woman in the room seemed different from what he had imagined. Now she lay there, alluring and provocative, completely unlike the trembling figure in his arms earlier. Karina spoke softly, "Patrick... you really wore me out just now." Patrick, hearing this, suddenly felt annoyed. His tone turned cold once more as he reached for his sleepwear. "You go ahead and sleep. I'll check on the power issue. Don't wait up for me. I still have work to handle later, and I'll probably be in the study all night." With that, Patrick walked out without looking back. Karina glared after him, her anger palpable. As Patrick descended the stairs, he caught a glimpse of a girl's silhouette. She was dressed in an ill-fitting maid's uniform, her frail frame seeming as though she might collapse at any moment. Without thinking, Patrick called out, "Wait a moment..."