Chapter 6: Next morning

It was very quiet in the morning.

Amada turned to wake up, she slowly opened her eyes. Feeling tired all over. Her head is heavy. Her vision was still a bit blurry, but she could easily see the soft light of dawn shining into the room.

The sun is slowly being pulled up from the east, and soon the sky will shine brightly indicating that a new day has begun. Italy's city is slowly returning to the bustling and vibrant life after a peaceful sleep last night.

The air conditioner in the room accidentally worked at a high level, bringing a cold feeling to the body. Amada hastily pulled the blanket up a little more, she wanted to be wrapped in the warmth that the blanket brought. In the first second, she was surprised to discover that her whole body was not covered with a piece of cloth. Lying next to her, a handsome young man was sleeping. His face was close to Amada's neck. The two shared a brief blanket, to help cover their naked bodies.

He slept peacefully, his face relaxed, his breathing soft and gentle. Looking at it even for a moment, it was clear that this man was very handsome. He's muscular, strong arms were unconsciously wrapping around Amada's waist. As if he wanted to stop Amada from leaving.

Later, reality awakens the ambiguity. Amada was a little scared when fully realizing her dire state, she almost screamed. But a flood of memories suddenly flooded back, causing her to put her hand over her mouth, stopping the choked sobs from escaping. Amada seemed to want to cry, feeling both ashamed and humiliated, disgusted and resentful. She's blaming herself, it's all her fault. It was not the fault of this sleeping boy.

Amada tried to move slowly, gently finished dressing, then she decisively left before the other man woke up.

Amada had a night of sex with a stranger. It was the first time in my life. After today, Amada knows she is no longer a virgin.

And most importantly, Amada did not know how to face the cruel reality coming. In two weeks she will get married, if Amada's husband finds out she has lost her virginity, what will happen?

Why did tragedy strike in Amada's life? She is secretly lamenting the injustice that fate has arranged for her.

Stupid travel, a sinister plan, evil people and naive people, plus foolish decisions. All are plunging Amada into chaotic, frenzied, and extremely extreme emotions.

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At the same time, in another place. Hotel S.

On the large bed, a couple was fast asleep. It can be seen that the two are in a naked state, without a piece of cloth to cover their bodies, only a soft sheet that is loosely draped at the waist level of both.

"Hmmm!" The woman turned, mumbling meaninglessly as she awoke.

The women's movements, though gentle, accidentally woke the man lying next to him.

A soft groan escaped her lips before the words were spoken.

"Are you awake, Amada?" With a sleepy voice, the man asked while slowly opening his eyes.

The woman didn't respond, she suddenly sat up, causing the blanket covering her innocent body to fall to her waist, revealing her bare breasts.

While rubbing her eyes, the sleepy woman said:

"I'm so thirsty. My body feels hot, I want to take a bath."

Words and body movements are very natural, simply without shame. It is clear that the woman who has forgotten her own condition, or deliberately ignored her offensive image when casually exposing her flesh and body parts to others, is a man.

At the same time, the man's eyes completely opened. Staring, glaring, and unblinking. Realized that the person next to him wasn't Amada's. He suddenly jumped, startled.

"Helen?" The loud voice successfully called both of their sleepy consciousness to wake up.

At that time, the woman seemed to wake up from sleep, and immediately looked at the person who called her. The four eyes looked at each other, shock revealed. Then confusion, finally confusion.

"Dylan." Helen stammered, then, as if realizing her own situation, she hurriedly pulled the blanket up to cover it. Follow the natural mechanism to bring your body away to the edge of the bed behind your back.

The man also got his reaction back, taking the same action as the other girl. Dylan immediately sat up, not minding the blanket falling off his chest to reveal his toned, muscular bare skin.

"What's going on?" Dylan panicked, "Why me, where's Amada?"

Amada? Hearing the poor, poor girl's name, Helen smiled inwardly as she remembered that Amada was probably suffering in some dirty, smelly corner. Her eyes attentively followed the next expression of the man in front of her. It's really interesting, Dylan looks extremely stuck.

A silence broke in, all emotions rising from the sleeping grave. There is confusion, there is anxiety, there is fear, and there is anger. Dylan is really disoriented. Regardless of what Dylan was doing to explain all that happened and find a way to solve it, Helen just watched silently. Her face looked very gloating, a glimpse of an inexplicable smirk crept across her lips.

The man ruffled his hair, trying to bring up the memory of the night. He remembers going out with Amada with Helen. The three entered the bar. He drank alcohol, then felt unable to continue so decided to return to the hotel. Dylan thought the person he was with last night was Amada. It was she who took care of him, and while unable to contain his lust, Dylan asked Amada to have sex with him. But ironically, it was all just a mistake. The woman he was raving with last night wasn't Amada, his fiancée.

That was according to Dylan's memory, but the reality was completely different. There is a very infuriating fact. Like Amada, Dylan was drugged. Then, when Amada went to the bathroom, Helen took Dylan back to the hotel alone. Helen herself also used the money to hire delinquents to rape Amada, even Helen had a cruel thought to pray for Amada's death. This tragedy from beginning to end is arranged by Helen alone, Helen's purpose is to separate Amada from Dylan. Helen wants to take Amada's place, becoming Dylan's bride.