Hidden marriage

Night fell, and the city was ablaze outside the window with lights and towering skyscrapers. Calliope Gray, clinging to the last thread of consciousness, staggered down the hotel corridor, leaning against the wall. Her breathing became rapid, and her vision blurred.

Her features were delicate, but an unnatural flush spread across her smooth skin. Her eyes were dazed, and her red lips slightly parted, giving her an irresistible allure.

'That coffee I drank earlier must have been tampered with!'

The thought flashed through Calliope's still somewhat clear mind as she bit her moist, sensual lips until they bled.

A wave of heat spread from within her body, and she gritted her teeth, heading towards the restroom, but her entire body felt weak and powerless.

Finally, in the next second, Calliope collapsed to the ground, and the whole world spun around her.

"Mom! Look! She ran over there!"

"Calliope was drugged and still ran so fast! Get her back to the room quickly; there's no time!"

In the last second before losing consciousness, Calliope heard two familiar voices.

At this moment, a mother and daughter dressed in luxurious attire spotted Calliope at the end of the corridor. Their faces were filled with malice as they hurried over to her.

"Luckily, no one saw her!"

Vivian Gray breathed a sigh of relief, helping her mother lift Calliope. Together, they carried her to the presidential suite upstairs.

The unconscious Calliope could never have imagined that someone from the Gray family would drug her!

She had come to the café at the hotel today to get her living expenses, but her father never showed up. After finishing the coffee, she still hadn't seen him, but she gradually noticed something unusual happening to her body. By then, it was too late.

Vivian, with a smug look, threw Calliope onto the large bed, feeling relieved. She looked at the unconscious Calliope and sneered, "Mom, I now think having a half-sister isn't so bad. At least she can marry that scumbag for me!"

"Hmph! Put this nightgown on her!"

Grace Miller disdainfully threw a nearly transparent lingerie onto the bed. Wearing it was almost the same as not wearing anything, just adding a touch of mystery but more so an allure. If a man were standing here, just the sight of the lingerie would make his blood boil.

Calliope lay there, a fine layer of sweat forming on her forehead. The heat inside her body was driving her to the brink of collapse. She could vaguely hear their voices but couldn't make out the words.

Vivian quickly changed Calliope's clothes. The black, semi-transparent nightgown hung on Calliope's body, perfectly showcasing her figure that had been hidden under a simple T-shirt.

Her perky chest was barely covered by the nightgown, with a hint of red peeking through, evoking a primal desire. Her smooth, delicate skin glowed under the warm light, like an oil painting.

Her long, slender legs were captivating, and her flat stomach showed faint traces of abs. Not to mention her sexy, round hips, which seemed to issue a silent invitation under the nightgown.

"This bitch, just like her mother!"

Vivian couldn't help but feel jealous. Calliope's face was already alluring, and now, stripped and dressed in lingerie, she was even more irresistible!

But thinking about tomorrow's headlines, Vivian couldn't help but feel smug, "Once the media exposes her tomorrow, everyone will see her for the slut she is, and she'll have to marry that scumbag!"

Grace chuckled beside her. "It's Calliope's good fortune to marry into the Moore family for my daughter! It's about time; let's go, Vivian."

Calliope's head was heavy, and she could hear them talking but couldn't make out the words.

She only heard the door close, and the suite returned to silence. Only Calliope's soft murmurs filled the room, her voice seductive yet pained. Under the warm light, the room was dim and ambiguous.

Several times, Calliope struggled to get up and leave, but each attempt ended in failure. She couldn't move, as if her body was under someone else's control.

She furrowed her brows in silent anger, her long hair spread messily on the white bed. Her delicate features were partially hidden by her hair, exuding a feminine allure.

The semi-transparent nightgown she wore was incredibly provocative. A fine layer of sweat covered her smooth, delicate skin. Her long legs were slightly pressed together, hiding her most intimate area, making her even more enticing.

The door was opened again. A tall, handsome figure stepped out of the darkness. His steps seemed a bit unsteady, as if he were drunk, and he collapsed heavily onto the soft bed.

The sudden weight on Calliope jolted her awake. A faint scent of mint mixed with strong alcohol filled her nostrils.

The heavy pressure made it hard for her to breathe. She struggled to open her eyes and saw a man lying on top of her. Her eyes widened, and she used all her strength to push herself up, trying to escape.

But just as Calliope steadied herself, a powerful force pulled her back. A deep, seductive voice sounded behind her. "Don't move."

A sharp tearing sound echoed in the air—it was Calliope's semi-transparent lingerie!

Calliope's reason told her to resist, to struggle, but the waves of heat within her body, upon held in his arms, finally broke through her rational restraints and overwhelmed her.

At this moment, she only wanted physical satisfaction.

Her hesitant yet inviting actions aroused the drunken man's desire. He grabbed Calliope, his long fingers roaming over her body, from her flat, firm stomach to her ample chest. His hand paused, pinching the rosy peak.

Calliope couldn't help but moan. Her voice was like a stimulant to Sylvester. He precisely grasped her chin and pressed his lips against hers. Feeling Calliope's soft, tender lips, Sylvester chuckled with satisfaction and eagerly extended his tongue to explore the sweetness of her mouth.

Calliope desperately slapped Sylvester, but under the influence of the drug, her limbs were weak, and her slaps felt more like teasing.

At that moment, Calliope felt her lips being sealed, the strong scent of alcohol completely taking over her breath.

Her body responded, her boiling blood screaming at her about the pain and discomfort. But with the last bit of her rationality, she bit down hard, and the taste of blood began to spread between their lips. Determined, she ignored her body's suffering, pushed the heavy body away, and staggered out of the room.

Calliope didn't know how much strength it took to reach the door. Then, everything went black, and she collapsed onto the carpet, completely losing consciousness.

The next morning, the sun didn't rise. The sky outside was filled with dark clouds, threatening a heavy downpour at any moment.

Suddenly, the silence of the room was broken by the urgent ringing of the doorbell. Calliope, who had slept on the carpet all night, was finally awakened by the noise. She lazily opened her eyes, her head pounding. She held her head and stood up, looking around the unfamiliar room in confusion.

Where was she?

What happened last night? Why couldn't she remember anything?

The urgent doorbell kept ringing, like a death knell. Calliope's mind was still not fully clear. Hearing the doorbell, she instinctively staggered to the door and placed her hand on the doorknob.

As soon as the door opened, a barrage of flashbulbs went off, blinding her. She had to shield her eyes with her hand, utterly shocked by the scene before her. What was going on?

A few days ago, major entertainment news outlets, magazines, reporters, and video websites had received a secret tip-off that today, in the presidential suite 3704 at the SK International Hotel, they could capture an explosive scandal involving Sylvester from the Moore family and his fiancée's sister!

This was even more thrilling than a top-tier celebrity scoop!

Not only were the Moore family and the Gray family top-tier wealthy families, but Sylvester was also a complete scoundrel!

He never had any positive news, only scandals, and each scandal drew massive media attention, high ratings, and even sparked nationwide debates.

Despite the numerous scandals, Sylvester had never been involved in a romantic affair. So, this time, upon hearing that he was meeting Calliope, the media swarmed like wolves smelling blood.

If they could capture the two in bed, it would be a huge hit!

"We heard you're the youngest daughter of Mr. Gray from River Corporation. Is that true? You've been abroad for years, and now your sister Vivian is about to marry Sylvester. How do you think she feels about you meeting with her fiancé?"

"Is your relationship with Sylvester from the Moore family true love? Does Mr. Gray know about this?"

"John Moore has always favored your sister as his daughter-in-law. Do you think..."

Questions were flying at Calliope like bullets from a machine gun. Her head was pounding, and the reporters' questions just made her brain go blank. She stood there, totally stunned, not having a clue how to react.

As the crowd jostled her, she stumbled back a few steps. They all surged forward, and she caught a glimpse of herself in a nearby mirror. She was in a semi-transparent nightgown, torn to shreds, practically naked!

At that moment, everything clicked for Calliope.

"Nice job, Dad, you piece of crap!" She muttered curses under her breath, her eyes blazing with hatred.

She had thought her deadbeat dad had finally stepped up by offering her some living expenses. But nope.

The clicking of cameras and blinding flashlights woke someone up on the bed.

On the pristine white bed, the camera clicks made Sylvester frown. Even lying there in a mess, his cold demeanor dismissed everything around him with arrogance.

A reporter got shoved to the ground and screamed, waking Sylvester up. As he opened his eyes, he was hit by a barrage of flashlights.

Sylvester grabbed a heavy ashtray and chucked it at a camera, smashing it. His face, full of rage, looked like a lion rudely awakened.

"Get the hell out!"

He didn't give a damn about his image and cursed at the crowd.

The reporters were scared, but the thought of juicy headlines kept them going. They bombarded Sylvester with sharp questions.

"Sylvester, you're about to marry Vivian, yet you're having a secret rendezvous with her sister. Isn't this shameless?"

"Sylvester, now that things have come to this, how do you plan to handle it? Will the wedding still go on as scheduled?"

"Calm down, everyone! Make way! Make way!"

At that moment, a few more people barged in, looking like bodyguards. A woman shouted at the reporters.

Several bodyguards in black suits quickly formed a human wall, pushing the media out. Under their pressure, the reporters reluctantly left the room.

The woman in the professional suit walked over with a black robe and whispered in Sylvester's ear, "Mr. Sylvester Moore, there's been an incident. We need to leave here immediately!"

Sylvester, now draped in the large robe, left the presidential suite under the bodyguards' protection. Even fully dressed, he oozed a mix of elegance and roguish charm. As he passed by Calliope, he shot her a look of disdain.

But Calliope's face stayed blank. Her eyes were vacant, standing there like a wooden statue.

Sylvester could walk away like nothing happened, but what about her? What was she supposed to do now?

She walked to the sofa, grabbed a blanket, and wrapped it around herself, covering the disgusting nightgown. The room was eerily quiet, like everything that just happened was a dream.

Then, there was a knock on the door. Calliope turned sharply to see Megan Taylor entering, handing her an envelope stuffed with cash. "This is from Mr. Gray."

Hearing that name, Calliope trembled with anger but forced a smile, her eyes filled with disdain. "What is this? Hush money?"

Calliope took the envelope and peeked at the money inside. It was a hefty amount.

Megan saw Calliope take the envelope and thought she was on board. She sneered, "Mr. Gray's saying that since this mess is out in the open, if you're cool with marrying into the Moore family instead of Vivian, he won't treat you bad."

Calliope let out a cold laugh, staring at the envelope. "What a brilliant plan he's got!"

"So, you're in?" Megan's eyes were glued to Calliope's face, trying to read her every move.

Suddenly, Calliope tossed the cash into the air, the bills fluttering down like confetti. She yelled, "Go tell him he's a lousy excuse for a father. As long as I'm breathing, I'll make him pay for today's humiliation!"

Wrapped in the blanket, Calliope stormed out of the suite, not looking back. She felt sick about her father's actions.

"Calliope, are you nuts? Your mom was just a whore! As an illegitimate daughter, you should be grateful for the chance to enjoy the Moore family's wealth! Don't be ungrateful!"

Megan, seeing the money scattered on the floor, was livid.

Calliope stopped at the door, her face darkening. She turned to the fat and ugly Megan, giving a cold smile, "Didn't you sleep with her too? Have you been checked? She has a serious infectious disease. Be careful not to get infected."

Without another word, Calliope slammed the door shut.

Megan stood there, panic-stricken.

Walking barefoot down the hotel corridor, Calliope's hands were clenched into fists, her teeth gritted, her hateful gaze fixed on the end of the hallway.

She couldn't believe her own father would stomp on her dignity like that. Did he not see her as his daughter?

Even though her feet were on the soft carpet, Calliope felt like she was walking on blades. The pain and humiliation were overwhelming!

But then, out of nowhere, a tall figure appeared around the corner, making her scream.

She was roughly shoved against the cold wall, and the man who did it was none other than Sylvester.

Even with glasses on, his noble and cold demeanor was unmistakable. He pinned her against the wall with one hand, his jaw tight.

Despite Calliope being over 5'7", she was no match for the 6'3" Sylvester. She felt like a frail child, easily subdued by him.

Calliope frowned. Wrapped in a blanket, wearing a torn semi-transparent nightgown underneath, she felt humiliated as Sylvester, fully dressed and imposing, looked down on her, pressing her against the wall.

"Let me go!"