Chapter 1

In the dimly lit room, a man's hot breath brushed against a woman's neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

Paige Sackler was pinned against the door, forced to tilt her head back and accept the man's aggressive kiss. She tried to push him away, but he had already torn open her clothes, his hands roughly fondling her breasts.

"I'll pay you," the man said. "Just let me have you."

'Does he think I am a prostitute?' Shame flashed through Paige's mind, but she couldn't respond as her thighs were forcibly spread apart.

The man touched her, feeling her wet pussy. He breathed heavily, pulling out his dick and thrusting it inside her. He groaned, muffling Paige's mouth with his hand, and after a moment, began to thrust forcefully and quickly.

Paige's mind went blank, and she could only endure the painful yet pleasurable act. After an indeterminate amount of time, she slowly opened her eyes, while the man was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Paige shifted her body, aching and sore all over, with her pussy painfully swollen. She cursed the man inwardly, 'What a scoundrel!'

She had come to break off the engagement but couldn't fathom how things turned out like this. Quickly dressing, she recalled his infuriating words. Pulling out a small bill from her bag, she scribbled a note with her eyebrow pencil and prepared to leave.

Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway followed by someone's voice, "Mr. Louis Carnegie, you can't just barge in like this."

Paige was startled. 'If the person outside the door is Louis, then who was I just with? Louis is the one I'm engaged to! I can't leave now.'

After a moment of panic, Paige glanced back, walked directly to the window, climbed out from the fifth floor. She slowly descended along the ledge and the drainpipe until she reached the ground, letting out a sigh of relief.

The whole messy situation could be traced back to five years ago when the Sackler family forced Paige to serve a five-year prison sentence in place of her sister, Xena Sackler. "Do as we say, and once you're free, you'll still be the apple of our eye, and your mother can continue to live a good life."

But when Paige was released, the Sackler family refused to honor their promise and even wouldn't let her see her mother. Xena had threatened her, saying that if she didn't break off her engagement to Louis, the heir to the Carnegie family, she would never see her mother again.

Paige agreed to break off the engagement, but her grandmother, Margaret Trump, made an even more outrageous demand: "Break off the engagement within three days and find someone else to marry."

The Sackler family was trying to drive Paige to despair, but she had no choice but to comply, as she wanted to take her mother away from their control.

In a rush, Paige went to Louis's residence. Avoiding people and cameras, she made her way upstairs. Unexpectedly, she ended up having sex with a stranger and was almost caught by her fiancé.

Paige was somewhat unhinged. Her current state was extremely poor; her first sexual encounter had been so violent that even the slightest movement caused a tearing pain in her lower body. Not to mention, she had just climbed down from the fifth floor.

Unsteadily, she rose to her feet, intending to compose herself before confronting Louis to discuss breaking off the engagement when she noticed a commotion not far away.

"Does anyone know CPR? Help, please!"

"Call an ambulance!"

Hearing the urgent cries, Paige approached and saw an elderly man lying in the center of the crowd. His face was contorted in pain, his body curled up. His frail hands clutched at his heart, and his entire body was convulsing involuntarily.

Sensing the gravity of the situation, Paige scanned her surroundings, uncertain if anyone had called the ambulance. Retrieving her phone, she calmly instructed the crowd, "Please, everyone, step back a bit. We need to ensure proper air circulation."

After confirming that an ambulance was on its way, Paige bent down to adjust the old man into the correct position and began performing CPR.

After countless compressions, the man's condition seemed to improve, his face no longer as ashen. Paige breathed a sigh of relief as she bent down to hear the old man's gradually steadying heartbeat.

Knowing that patients in such situations often carried emergency medication, Paige searched the man's coat and found a small bottle of pills. Someone noticed her actions and helpfully handed her a bottle of water.

Paige thanked them, took out two pills, and gently fed them to the man. When the ambulance arrived, she watched as they loaded him onto the stretcher before standing up and heading back.

Exhausted, she identified herself, handed over a token, and sat in the lobby, waiting for someone to inform Louis, who was in the room she had just left.