Isabella’s POV

Today is my 18th birthday, and I've made a big decision.

I'm going to offer my viginity as a gift to my fiancé, James Brown.

Hot, so hot.

Breaking out of my shell isn't easy, so I drank a lot of alcohol. My stepsister Emily handed me a room key card.

"Wishing you a wonderful night, my sister," she smirked at me knowingly.

My consciousness was starting to blur, and all I wanted was to see my fiancé as soon as possible and tell him I loved him.

Until I stumbled to the bedside, where I saw a tall man lying on the bed. I rushed towards him, hands caressing his cheeks, and planted a kiss on his forehead.

"I love you, I'm yours now," I whispered softly into his ear.

Until the world spun, and the man turned the tables, pinning me down.

"You are indeed mine," his deep voice resonated from above, and I vaguely felt something was off.

My fiancé's voice tonight seemed to be a bit sexier.

But I quickly dismissed my thoughts. How could Emily give me the wrong room key?

Unable to see the man's features clearly, I just flashed him a big smile and boldly kissed him.

Soon, the atmosphere grew intense, and the temperature around us soared rapidly.

The man tore apart my clothes, recklessly touching my softness.

His scorching breath continued to shower over me, his sexy voice echoing in my ears, repeating, "You're mine, you're mine."

Until...

"Sweetie, spread your legs and take it!"

I lay on the bed, my whole body feeling like it was burning.

The man's icy lips pressed against mine, ruthlessly invading my body. I reached out, grabbing onto the man's body, craving more.

"Please, please give me more," I moaned, the man atop mine growing more excited.

He forcefully penetrated me, the beast-like, heavy sound echoing throughout the room, the light above my head violently swaying in my vision, leaving me feeling dizzy.

"James, please," I finally whimpered softly, causing the man atop mine to pause slightly, seemingly enraged by the mention of the name.

"James? Is he your man?" The man's icy lips spat out the name, his grip tightening slightly around my neck, sending a wave of suffocation through mine.

In the next moment, I felt a fierce collision beneath my body, my tear-filled eyes meeting the blazing gaze of the man.

Was I mistaken? I seemed to see the man's pupils change like those of a wild beast.

"You're mine, and I'll keep fucking you until you forget about him!"

With even greater force, he plunged me into the next storm.

In the dim light, I couldn't make out the man's features, only feeling his ferocity like that of a wild beast, as if he wanted to devour me.

Until the next morning, I woke up, ignoring the pain all over my body, unable to find James's figure in the bed.

As I was about to get out of bed to look for him, a sudden urgent knocking on the door echoed through the room.

I didn't know what was happening, I could only foolishly keep calling out James's name.

But the next second, the faces of my stepmother Charlotte and my father appeared before me.

Then, my stepmother burst into the room, hugging me and crying loudly, saying,

"Isabella, my poor child, how could something like this happen? Auntie has already reported it to the police. That rascal who raped you will not escape justice..."

I didn't understand. "What do you mean? Who was raped?"

Until the next second, my stepsister walked into the room. She looked smug and mocking as she stared at me.

"Sister, I'm sorry. Last night, I gave you the wrong room key. You didn't enter James's room at all."

Her words made my mind explode.

She kept apologizing to me, her eyes still red, as if she were the one who had been raped.

My father, David, without considering the truth, angrily slapped my face.

It wasn't until my father walked out of the room that Emily whispered to me in a voice others couldn't hear.

'Sorry sis, but your boyfriend tastes pretty good, and he's also careful with our baby.'