4. A trap

Mirelle's POV 

I slowly loosened the hand I used to pin her to the kitchen slab, stylishly roaming my eyes over her body to be sure that I didn't hurt her. 

This girl is literally twenty years old, and it will be too wicked to blame her for that action, even though I had it in mind to mercilessly deal with my so-called fiancée too. 

It's just that I still wanted to know why she agreed to have sex with him, or did he force himself on her?  Definitely not because she was literally the one riding him, and they seem to be enjoying the moment. 

“Are you ready to cooperate with me?” I asked, stepping back a bit. 

She nodded her head fearfully. 

“So, I am listening.” 

She gulped nervously, blinking her eyes around. “Madam made me do it because she thinks it's a big opportunity to make money through him.” 

I curiously raised my eyebrows instantly. “What did you just say? Madam..” I whispered in disbelief, pointing in the direction of the entrance. 

As in, my adoptive mother. 

“Yes,” She replied, her lower lip shaking. 

My heart shattered into tiny pieces, and I clenched my fist, boiling in anger.  

“She forced me to go with an idea to drag him into that room, and seduce him for a quick sex, maybe he will make me his side piece and spoil me with money. I swear, I was too naive and literally gave him my virginity.” Tears uncontrollably rolled down her cheeks as she painfully narrated. 

I stayed silent, trying hard to calm down. I'd deal with that woman. So, she just didn't want to see me happy at all that she set up someone that I was supposed to marry. 

“Your fiancée easily agreed,” she sniffed, looking at me with her teary eyes. 

I didn't know why I felt like her eyes glinted slyly, as if she was mocking me, but the expression wiped off as if it was never there. 

Maybe I was the one who seeing things. 

“After the sex, he threatened to kill me if I told anyone. I regret it, and I will never do it again," She promised, wiping her eyes. 

“It's okay.” I bit my lower lip, wondering why I didn't feel any pity for her. 

I smell something fishy, but just can't point it out. 

“By the way, since that didn't work out. You will have to do it again, though, and I will pay you heavily enough that you can decide not to work with Madam again,” I proudly narrowed my eyes at her as I watched her straighten up. 

This girl seems like a master in this game; either way, she has to finish the job. 

I needed evidence that Lucas was having an affair with another woman, which I co use to manipulate him in the near future. 

“I am scared, though. Why do you want me to do that?” She pressed her lips tightly while blinking her eyes. 

“You don't need to know.” I rudely dismissed her question. 

Too nosy. 

“Just drag him into the same room you did last night, and try seducing him. If he rejects you, then just let him be, but make sure that he at least kisses and touches you.” I explained clearly, and she nodded. “Go there now, and I will meet you soon,” I said, pointing to the entrance. 

She ran out very fast. I sighed heavily, feeling deeply irritated by all these, but it is what it is. My relationship with him was set up as a means of wealth survival for my adoptive parents anyway. 

I started walking to the living room. “Honey…” I called sweetly, and the two of them stretched their neck back. 

Lucas' eyes widened in shock because he knew how much I hated being romantic with him, and my adoptive mother,  why the hell was she looking back? 

“Did you just call me?” Lucas asked, his face glowing with amusement. 

“Yes, please can you come to my room in the next ten minutes?” I asked, giving me the best fake smile I could muster. 

“Sure, I will.” He quickly nodded his head. 

The moment I turned back towards the direction of my room to get my phone, I heard that woman hiss loudly behind me. 

“You'd better freshen up on time so that you both will go and see the neurosurgeon.” 

I didn't give her a response, but a cold shiver ran down my spine as I had just been reminded once again that I would be meeting my one-night stand uncle-in-law. 

I quickly shook my head to wipe such thoughts away because I knew I had put Lucas in a curious mood. I entered the long hallway, which has different rooms everywhere, giving a glance at the room where I had sent the maid to wait.

I rushed to my room to pick up my phone, then ran back again to that fornication room. I met the maid there; her breasts were already pushed up perfectly, and her skirt was dragged up like a seductress.

This girl. I doubt if her madam had anything to do with what she told me earlier. 

"Stay at the entrance. He will be on his way at any time." I said, rushing to open the huge cupboard to hide inside. I adjusted myself comfortably and set up my camera. 

As expected, Lucas didn't take much time before showing up, and she dragged him inside. The maid did a good job by quickly rubbing her body over him and touching him romantically. 

He was merely trying to get away from her grip, but still fell for it. He kissed her so hungrily and massaged her butt too. They then staggered backwards and bounced on the massive bed. 

I swear, my heart hurt from watching this, but I still kept capturing them in perfect angles. 

All of a sudden, my elbow hit the cupboard when I tried to shift my leg. I froze, eyes almost popping out as he separated from her. 

"What was that?" He asked, looking at this side with slightly swollen lips.