Deceptive Marriage Who Are You Hubby

Xenia Holt couldn't believe her soon-to-be mother-in-law had actually sent her to another man's bed, especially right after her fiance had left.

When she came to and thought about escaping, she heard the door open in the dark room, followed immediately by an angry voice above her.

"Who gave you permission to be here?"

Before Xenia could even try to explain, her wrist was seized.

The man yanked her off the bed and coldly commanded, "Get out of here!" as if he were discarding something worthless.

Xenia hit the carpet with a thud, tears welling up from the pain.

She tried to stand up several times but couldn't.

"I... I can't get up..." she stammered, her voice sounding more like a timid kitten's mew, unintentionally flirtatious.

This left her feeling incredibly embarrassed and uncomfortable.

Feeling a headache, she worried that he might think she was flirting with him on purpose.

But suddenly, he rushed over to her, his eyes bright with excitement as he grabbed her arms. "It's you!" he exclaimed, sounding both surprised and happy.

"No, you're wrong... I mean..."

Xenia couldn't get her words out before her lips were abruptly sealed.

His breath, tinged with tobacco, overwhelmed her as he kissed her.

Quickly, he was on top of her, his movements assertive and unyielding.

Xenia tried to fight back, but he held her down even more firmly. He seemed determined to push all the air out of her lungs.

In the unending darkness, she couldn't tell when this suffering would end.

She had dodged that student's parent's sexual assault in the afternoon, but what had it changed?

Her fate was still the same.

Ouch, her shoulder ached.

The man bit her sharply and grumbled, "Pay attention."

Then he became more aggressive, overwhelming Xenia's thoughts, dragging her into the dark night.

The next morning, waking up, Xenia found herself neatly dressed, easing her awkwardness a bit.

Remembering last night, she shot up in bed and locked eyes with the man near the French windows.

Backlit by sunlight, his features were blurry, showing only a faint sickliness. His scholarly look, enhanced by gold-rimmed glasses, added a refined air.

Sitting straight in his wheelchair, he moved towards her, his noble presence unmistakable.

Seeing his face, Xenia gasped in shock. "Mr... Mr. Morrison!"

How was he her fiance's uncle, Vince Morrison?

She had just escaped a sexual assault by a student's parent last night, knocking him out in self-defense, and had gone to seek safety with her fiance, Trevor Morrison.

Trevor was going out on urgent work, leaving her in her future mother-in-law's care.

She had no idea that after drinking the milk given by the mother-in-law-to-be, she'd been moved to another room.

But why... why was it Trevor's uncle?!

Xenia was flooded with embarrassment and anger, wishing she could vanish.

"I'll take responsibility for last night's incident," Vince declared, rolling closer with a tone as soothing as a soft breeze.

His eyes shone with honesty, his words heartfelt.

Xenia, taken by surprise, glanced up. She saw Vince cover his mouth, coughing lightly. His smile was self-mocking as he said with a hint of sadness in his voice, "Only if you're okay with me being in a wheelchair, of course. If you agree, we can go sign the papers today."

"Sign the papers?" Xenia's eyes widened.

Until yesterday, she had been desperate to marry and escape her family's control and ugly tricks.

That was why she had hurried to find Trevor, wanting to get married first.

But Trevor had dismissed her concerns and refused her.

Now, hearing such an offer from Trevor's uncle, Vince, left her speechless.

"I..." Xenia clenched her teeth tightly.

For a moment, she thought about accepting the offer to leave her family.