Chapter 1: Mysteriously Lost My Virginity

"Yvonne Harrington, you are the worm in the Qiao family, just like your slut of a mother, both despicable beyond measure!"

She, Yvonne Harrington, the second young lady of the prestigious Qiao family, was disgraced outside by her so-called 'mother' and at home, she faced their physical abuse.

"*Hiss*..."

As the first rays of morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, a groan of pain escaped from the lips of the girl lying on the pure white water bed.

An unfamiliar environment, an unfamiliar scent.

Yvonne Harrington felt her body was bare. After regaining consciousness for only three seconds, she abruptly opened her eyes.

Something was wrong! She hurriedly pulled back the blanket to check.

Damn!

Had she lost her virginity?

She tried hard to recall everything that happened last night, but a throbbing headache prevented her from thinking clearly. With great effort, she propped herself up and looked around, immediately noticing the scattered clothes on the floor.

Instantly, her face flushed with heat.

Yvonne Harrington gripped the corner of the blanket, her knuckles turning white.

A one-night stand? How could such a thing happen to her? But the red stain on the sheets kept reminding her that it was true.

She had lost her purity. How would she face Jax Marlowe's care now?

At this thought, her pale face turned even more ashen.

But before she could think further, an uninvited guest suddenly burst into the room, holding up a phone and starting to take pictures.

"Yvonne Harrington, I know you were cheating here! Get up quickly? Let me take a few more beautiful photos of you!"

The girl's pretty face was filled with utter malice; she wished she could strip Yvonne Harrington naked right there.

"Sherry Harrington, don't push your luck too far!"

Yvonne Harrington screamed, using her hands to cover her face haphazardly, but Sherry Harrington continued taking photos. Finally, when she was tired, she flashed an even more mocking smile and slowly approached the bed in her high heels.

Her usual gentle demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

Sherry Harrington extended her slender fingers, gritting her teeth and exaggerating, "You did such a sordid thing behind Jax Marlowe's back, Yvonne Harrington, you are truly dirty. You won't want to go back to Jax Marlowe ever again in this lifetime!"

She quickly sent out the photos she had just taken, her eyes filled with schadenfreude. Now, she wanted to see how Yvonne Harrington would try to defend herself!

"Knock knock—"

Suddenly, someone knocked on the hotel room door.

Both women inside were startled, their eyes darting over, only to see a tall, muscular man appear. He quickly entered, picked up all the clothes on the floor, and gave Yvonne Harrington an apologetic look.

"This young lady, don't worry. I was instructed by the young master to come here. This is something the young master left for you. As long as you take it to this place, whatever you want will be fulfilled."

Yvonne Harrington was stunned.

She took it hesitantly and found it to be a unique necklace with a business card attached.

"Who are you? How dare you barge into someone else's room! Can't you see we're having a conversation?"

Sherry Harrington was furious, like a shrew.

Yvonne Harrington was completely confused. She looked at the crystal pendant in her palm, wondering who the important person she had slept with last night was.

"Excuse me!"

The man didn't waste words, ignoring Sherry Harrington's sharp remarks. He smiled politely, turned, and left.

Sherry Harrington, feeling ignored, was naturally unhappy. She snatched the business card from Yvonne Harrington's hand and, upon seeing the name, her face paled.

Arvin Douglas!

It was him? Could it be that Yvonne Harrington had slept with Arvin Douglas last night?

Sherry Harrington's mood shifted from excitement to anger. She should have watched Yvonne Harrington being gang-raped after drugging her at the bar last night.

Instead, Yvonne Harrington had managed to slip away and end up in a hotel!

*Slap!*

Enraged, Sherry Harrington slapped Yvonne Harrington hard, leaving her dazed.

Suddenly, fragmented images flashed through her mind, and a blurry face of some scoundrel appeared.

"You! Get out of here!"

Thinking of this unknown beast, Yvonne Harrington's temper flared. Ignoring her nudity, she rushed to shove Sherry Harrington out.

*Bam!*

After the door was firmly shut, Yvonne Harrington leaned against it, trying to calm herself.

After a long while, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

She scrubbed herself from head to toe with a brush, feeling somewhat cleaner.