Unexpected Fortune My Ordinary Husbands Secret Empire

"No… don't… hmm… ah…" The dark room pressed in around Adelina Shaw as a man pinned her to the mattress, his grip locking her wrists above her head.

A shiver ran through her as his mouth crushed against hers. Breath tangled with breath, the rush of feverish kisses erased every coherent thought from her mind.

They remained wrapped up in each other until the sky outside paled.

When daylight finally crept through the curtains, Adelina forced her heavy eyelids open.

The extravagant hotel suite lay in disarray—clothes scattered across the floor, the faint scent of last night still clinging to the air.

The hiss of water from the bathroom faded. A moment later, the man stepped out, steam curling around him.

He stood tall—easily six feet two—with a bathrobe that clung loosely to his frame, barely concealing the defined lines of his chest. Droplets slid down his skin, catching the soft light and lending him a dangerous, magnetic pull.

His features were sharply carved, every angle stern yet refined; a straight nose, thinly pressed lips, and eyes so dark they seemed bottomless.

That cold, assessing stare cut straight through her.

Unhurried, he crossed the room, retrieved his clothes, and slipped on a crisp shirt, fastening each button with deliberate precision. The cool, restrained air around him stood in stark contrast to the reckless heat of the night before.

Adelina sat motionless, her thoughts scattered, as his calm, level voice broke the silence. "Last night was an accident. Reach out if there's something you need. I'll take responsibility."

A single business card landed on the bedside table with a soft thud. Without a backward glance, he strode out of the room.

The door clicked shut, and only then did clarity slowly seep back into Adelina's fogged mind.

In a trance, she pulled on her clothes, tucked the card into her purse, and pressed her fingertips against her throbbing temples, trying to stitch together the fragments of last night.

The engagement banquet with Lorenzo Ward—her boyfriend of four years—had ended in too many drinks and one wrong turn, landing her in the stranger's bed.

The memory burned like acid in her chest. This had been her first time, and the bitter weight of it nearly made her sick.

Resolute, she decided she needed to come clean to her fiancé, Lorenzo.

She grabbed her phone and dialed his number, but the call rang unanswered.

A frown creased her brow. She'd been off the grid all night, yet Lorenzo hadn't called or texted once—and now he wasn't picking up?

A sharp unease tightened in her chest. Something was wrong. She had to find him.

Just as she was about to leave the hotel, a glint on the bathroom sink caught her eye. A hotel staff badge lay there.