One Night With A Mysterious Billionaire (The Heiress's Revenge)-Chapter 51: The web

"Did I just sell my soul to the devil?" I muttered under my breath. For one whole month, I had been with Raymond. This was the first time I was truly afraid. Was this who he had always been, or had something changed?

"If you agree to my terms," he continued, "I will introduce you to the world as my girlfriend."

My heart skipped.

"But I never said I want the world to know I was your girlfriend, In fact I’m comtanle with the world not knowing."

"Well you don’t have a choice, you already signed a contract" he said

"We will go on vacation together starting next week. The fifteen percent stock I bought from your company will remain with me for now. I will return it when your company reaches a certain level."

"What will the world say about me?" I whispered.

"You have a fiancée from a prestigious family. Won’t they come for me?" 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Forget what they would say," he replied coldly. "I would chop off anyone’s hands that tries to touch you. And this—this is the ultimate revenge for you and me."

"Revenge?" I echoed faintly.

"What do you say, Lena Smith?" His voice lowered. "Do you take my hand to be your revenge partner?"

He pushed me gently back onto the bed and hovered above me, his eyes never leaving mine. He looked at me as if he could see every doubt, every fear, every desire hidden beneath my skin.

His hand slid down slowly, separating my legs with deliberate patience. His fingers brushed against me, teasingly. A sharp breath escaped my lips as his finger caressing my folds, sensation gathering at that spot, he drove two fingers into me at once and I moan hand gripping his hard muscle, before sliding around his neck to pull him closer for a kiss, he continued his actions, his fingers moving deeper inside me, I moan louder, my breathing coming in short as that particular sensation builds, my moans coming in frantic.

"What say you, Lena?" he murmured against my ear. "Do you accept me without questions asked?"

His voice did it, it broke the last strand holding the thread of me reaching my orgasm and I buckled on his fingers..

"Yes... yes... yes. I do."

He withdrew his fingers slowly and brought them to his lips, licking them clean with a devilish smile. Heat rushed to my face, and I covered my eyes, unable to meet that smug expression.

"Look at you," he said softly. "It’s like we just got married."I swallowed.

"Kitten, you are becoming more sexually active. Let’s plan for our vacation next week. I promised you that when we first signed the contract. It’s time we follow the contract to the fullest."

He stood and pulled me up gently.

"Come. Let’s clean you up. And don’t forget your consent today. It will go a long way when things start unfolding."

His words lingered in the air, heavy with meaning I was not sure I was ready to understand.

The day with Raymond has been nothing short of an inconvenience. After we bathed, I decided to go to work, since it’s being a a while I went to the office. From there, I would visit the estate site where the Banana Island project is being constructed. It was supposed to be a productive day, one where I could drown myself in blueprints and contracts instead of his overwhelming presence.

Unfortunately, Raymond decided to cling to me like glue all day, smooching and caressing me at every opportunity. It was infuriating, to say the least, yet I couldn’t fully protest. Since last night, he had chosen to enforce the contract in almost everything we did. Every glance, every touch, every word he spoke carried a subtle reminder that I was bound to him.

I looked at him sitting at the other end of the car seat, resting his back lazily against the seat. His posture was relaxed, but his presence filled the entire vehicle. His sharp eyes scanned his phone while an evil smile played on his lips, as if he were silently orchestrating chaos. I quickly turned my gaze away when he suddenly lifted his eyes to look at me.

"Kitten," he drawled smoothly, "you know you can stare at me however you like without restraint. The contract does permit you to seek pleasure from me without limits or constraints."

"Shut up, Raymond, or I’m throwing you out of the car," I declared, shooting him a warning look while subtly checking if Sullivan had heard that shameless statement.

"Sullivan, did you hear anything just now?" Raymond asked casually, as if he could read my mind.

"No, sir," Sullivan replied evenly. "My job is to protect and drive Miss Smith. I only see and hear things that can put her in harm’s way."

I looked at Raymond in horror, and he merely chuckled.

"He is practically blind and deaf," Raymond said lazily. "He cannot see nor hear. Why is your face like that?"

"I don’t know," I muttered. "Probably because you’ve been stressing me out since morning."

"Alright," he replied with mock surrender. "I won’t do it again. Let’s just get through the day without you murdering me."

I chose to ignore him and stared out the window, deciding silence was my safest option until we reached the company.

The car stopped at the company’s entrance. Raymond stepped out first and opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman. The moment I placed one foot outside, blinding flashes exploded around us. Cameras clicked relentlessly, voices overlapping in chaotic urgency.

Startled, I turned around—and my eyes met Raymond’s. There was no surprise in them. Only calculation. He gently took my hand and held it.

And then it dawned on me.He brought them here.

Unlike the last time we encountered paparazzi, these reporters came closer without fear, almost emboldened. That confirmed my suspicion. No wonder he insisted on accompanying me today. So this was his plan? I was already at my wits’ end, but I forced myself to remain composed. Losing control in front of the media would only give them more to devour.

"Mr. Black! Is it true that you are engaged to Vegas City’s number one socialite, Cynthia?"

"Yes, I am," Raymond answered smoothly. "But it depends on the nature of the engagement."

The crowd erupted into murmurs. This was the first time Mr. Black had willingly entertained their questions.

Another journalist pushed forward. "What is your relationship with Miss Smith?"

Raymond turned to look at me. His eyes softened, indulgent and playful, yet possessive. He lifted our intertwined hands for everyone to see.

"Lena is my woman."

The statement fell like a bomb.

"Most people say she is the reason your relationship with Miss Cynthia is unstable—" another person voiced out.

"Some even said she is the other woman, trying to destroy your relationship with Miss Cynthia

"How would she destroy something that has not even begun?" Raymond cut in coolly.

On cue. Raymond raised his free hand to gesture for them to disperse and I walked forward quickly, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement. I could feel the stares from my employees, the whispers already spreading like wildfire. I refused to look back.

When I finally reached my office, I shut the door behind me and sat down heavily in my chair. Moments later, Raymond walked in casually, as if he owned the entire building.

"What was that just now?" I narrowed my eyes.

"What game are you playing?"

"Relax," he said lightly. "It’s not like anyone died."

"But I’m about to be," I snapped. "What do you think will happen to me when I move to Vegas City? Don’t you think your fiancée might have me murdered for stealing you from her?"

"She wouldn’t dare."

"Oh, but she already has dared," I shot back exasperatedly. "She kidnapped me once. What did you do about it, Raymond?" I asked rhetorically.

"Nothing."

"Careful now, kitten. Choose your next word carefully." His voice dropped dangerously low, his eyes dark and fierce. The air in the room thickened instantly. "What made you think she is the one who kidnapped you?"

My knees nearly weakened, but I held his gaze stubbornly.

"I told you what the kidnappers said about releasing me on the same day as your engagement. That made me realize she must

have been the one behind it."

"So your theory is based on a hunch?" Raymond asked quietly, observing me like a predator assessing prey.

I nodded.

"Don’t do that again, Lena," he said, his tone firm.

"Vegas City is not York City. You cannot openly accuse someone without evidence. The elites trample on people to keep rising. Don’t become someone’s stepping stone because you can’t control your emotions."

His words stung, but I knew there was truth buried in them.

"Your suspicion isn’t far off," he continued. "But you can’t say that anywhere else. Only in front of me. Cynthia is not someone you can handle easily."

I lowered my gaze slightly, processing his warning.

"If she’s really this dangerous," I asked quietly,

"Why are you dangling me in front of her? She went ahead with the engagement even without you being present, that is to show how much she wants you and would do to be with you. Aren’t you afraid she’ll hurt me again?"

"Come here," Raymond beckoned.

Against my better judgment, I walked toward him. He pulled me onto his lap effortlessly, his arms wrapping around my waist with possessive ease.

"When I told you we needed to start our revenge plan," he murmured near my ear, "I meant the revenge is for both of us, you help me with my revenge and I help you vice versa"

I stiffened slightly.

"Take it that Cynthia is part of the plan. I’ll give you the details later, just not now." His fingers traced absent patterns against my waist. "All you have to do is follow my instructions. Trust me."

His voice was calm, confident, dangerously persuasive."And we will conquer together."