Chapter 1

Branded a murderer's daughter, Victoria sells her body to a ruthless CEO for survival. Trapped between his cruel obsession and a vengeful fiancée, she fights to uncover a family secret. Can she escape his grip, or will their twisted passion destroy her?

In the bustling coffee shop, she clutched her swollen cheek, the sting of the slap still fresh, yet she had no desire to retaliate. The onlookers around her cast scornful and disdainful glances, none stepping forward to help. Because she was Alvin Carter's daughter, they believed she deserved it.

"Victoria, your father killed so many people, and you still have the nerve to criticize me? If I were you, I'd be too ashamed to show my face!" Ella Garcia sneered.

Victoria Carter bowed her head in shame, her voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Miss Garcia, I misspoke. I apologize."

"Apologize? That's how you apologize to me? I sent you to the Honeycomb Cottage to buy a cake, and you made me wait forever, and this cake tastes awful! Do you think I'll accept this? What a joke!" Ella said angrily. "I am the heiress of the Garcia family, William Scott's fiancée! Even if I throw away a hundred, a thousand cakes, it's not your place to criticize!"

Victoria lowered her eyes, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. Faced with Ella's unreasonable accusations, she dared not retort. Even when she was the heiress of the Carter family, she had no right to get angry with Ella. And now, with Alvin arrested and her mother Nora Adams hospitalized due to stress, it was even less possible.

Not to mention a slap, if needed, she had to endure dozens!

Seeing Victoria remain silent, Ella grew even angrier. She grabbed a coffee cup from the table and smashed it against Victoria's head. "You're the daughter of a murderer, why don't you just die?"

The cup shattered on the floor, hot coffee splashing onto Victoria's delicate cheek, bringing searing pain. She bit her lip tightly, not daring to make a sound, but felt a wave of dizziness.

Ella, seeing her pitiful state, grew more furious. She picked up her bag from the table, ready to strike Victoria again.

"Stop!" A man's voice commanded.

Ella turned to see the man who had burst through the door, a flash of surprise and joy in her eyes. She rushed to his side, clinging to his arm, and complained coquettishly, "William! You're finally here, this Victoria nearly drove me mad."

The man walked in, carrying a bouquet of roses, which he handed to Ella. He gently played with her long curls, speaking softly, "Sweetheart, there's no need to get upset with her. She's just an insignificant secretary. I'll make her apologize to you."

Victoria, covered in coffee stains and blushing with embarrassment, stood awkwardly to the side. Hearing his tender words, she felt a chill run through her and glanced at him.

Sunlight poured through the large windows, highlighting his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and tall, sculpted physique-like a masterpiece of the gods.

Victoria's eyes stung, her heart wrenching painfully.

This man was William Scott, her current sugar daddy and the heir to the Scott family. Just this morning, they had been intimately entwined in the Scott Group's office. Now, he was demanding she apologize to his fiancée, Ella.

"Apologize to Ella!" William's voice turned icy.

Victoria bit her lip, her eyes reddening, her body trembling, but she stubbornly refused to apologize in front of him.

William's jaw tightened as he stared at her, swallowing hard.

"Didn't you hear? William told you to apologize to me, or I'll have him fire you. Then how will you pay for your mother's medical bills?" Ella commanded arrogantly, raising an eyebrow at Victoria.

Victoria took a deep breath, clenching her teeth, tears finally streaming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," she choked out, bowing humbly.

Ella was right. If Victoria angered William, she would lose her livelihood. How would she then pay for Nora's medical bills, her brother Bobby Carter's tuition, and Alvin's enormous debts?

"Victoria, you're a disgrace!" Ella sneered.

Hearing this, Victoria kept her head down, tears falling steadily to the floor.

William watched Victoria, her white dress soaked with coffee, clinging to her body, revealing her perfect curves. He felt his blood boil. Cursing silently, he clenched his fists tightly, taking a deep breath to suppress his urges.

"Ella, you should go now. I have some work to handle," William said coldly, regaining his composure.

"Alright." Ella glanced at him, a hint of reluctance in her eyes, then nodded sweetly and left the coffee shop.

William walked towards Victoria, towering over her. His eyes narrowed, his gaze deepening with desire.

Victoria felt the intense, predatory gaze and looked up at him, asking, "Mr. Scott?"

William's eyes narrowed as he grabbed Victoria, pulling her into the coffee shop's restroom. He kicked open a stall door and pressed her against it.

His tall, imposing body pinned her down, his breath hot on her face. "You look so enticing, I can't resist." With that, his thin lips covered hers, biting down hard with a punishing force.

Victoria's eyes widened, staring at his handsome face so close to hers, her mind blank. William's kiss grew more urgent, as if he wanted to devour her completely.

He kissed her as if he were a wild animal savoring a rare treat. Victoria's hands were pinned against the cold wall, unable to break free, the pain unbearable.

"Let go... you're hurting me!" Her weak protest only fueled William's fervor. He pressed his body tighter against hers, his rock-hard abs and the unmistakable bulge in his pants pressing against her abdomen.

William's hand cupped her bottom, the other roughly kneading her breasts, popping open her blouse buttons.

Just as he was about to strip off her blouse, the sound of the door opening outside interrupted them.