Forbidden Love:Wed to my Ex's Uncle

Outside, the rain was pouring down in torrents.

Vivien Eipstein, clutching her drenched wedding dress, ignored the gazes of others and made her way to the 27th floor of the Four Seasons Hotel.

Tomorrow was her wedding day with Raymond Grantham, but at this moment, she stood disheveled in front of another man's door.

Knock, knock, knock...

"Mr. Fu."

Vivien Eipstein's voice was soft and milky, tinged with a delicate tremor.

Inside, Herbert Grantham wore only a white bathrobe, his hair slightly damp, indicating he had just taken a shower.

"Miss Ning, if you are unsatisfied with your wedding dress, you should be talking to your fiancé, not his uncle."

Vivien Eipstein bit her pale lips, her large eyes filled with a mix of grievance and innocence. Her body seemed weak, and as soon as he finished speaking, she collapsed into his arms: "Mr. Fu, let me in, I'm cold."

It was as if his embrace was a warm furnace, and she was a homeless, cunning little animal.

Herbert Grantham's smile deepened, with no intention of exposing her: "Miss Ning, coming to your fiancé's uncle's room in the dead of night, is it because you're cold, or... horny?"

Vivien Eipstein knew Herbert Grantham was sharp-tongued, but she didn't care. She wobbled on her tiptoes and planted a light, fleeting kiss on him.

His Adam's apple, chin, cheek...

The door slammed shut.

Vivien Eipstein's initiative instantly ignited Herbert Grantham. He looked down coldly, taking control.

He gave her no chance to regret. Since she had come to him, there was no turning back.

Herbert Grantham pressed her against the door, tearing apart the noble, pristine wedding dress that was originally meant for Raymond Grantham. This forbidden bond brought an intense allure to both of them.

The strong stimulation made them indulge in each other without restraint.

One passionate, the other fervent.

Their bodies overlapped, fitting together with an inexplicable harmony.

...

In the early morning, the room was filled with a chaotic mix of scents.

As Herbert Grantham redressed, his bare back bore several bloody scratch marks.

He carelessly raked a hand through his hair and sat on the edge of the bed, about to get up when a pair of fair hands grabbed him.

The delicate, gentle fingers were now doing something mischievous, slowly tracing up his strong, muscular arm.

"Not enough? Want to go again?"

Herbert Grantham's gaze fell on those hands, and he let out a faint, almost imperceptible laugh, a sign of genuine satisfaction.

Recalling the recent pleasure, he didn't mind going another round. After all, their bodies matched perfectly, and it had been a long time since he had experienced such intense enjoyment. He found himself craving more.

"Mr. Fu..."

"Why did you come to me? Give me a reason?" Herbert Grantham's voice was low and magnetic.

Vivien Eipstein frowned slightly. The reason was simple.

Her fiancé and her own sister had been caught in the act on the marital bed, right before her eyes.

That scumbag, who didn't love the real heiress, preferred the fake green tea.

Fine, scum and bitch, a perfect match.

Vivien Eipstein had initially wanted to expose the two shameless people to her parents, but then she thought about how, since being brought back to the Eipstein family, her parents hadn't been particularly close to her, except for her late grandmother.

Whether they would cover up for the two was uncertain.

The engagement to Raymond Grantham was arranged by her grandmother on her deathbed, to fulfill a past promise.

But she never felt much for Raymond Grantham, and only complied out of respect for her grandmother's last wish. On the day of the engagement, however, she developed feelings for her fiancé's uncle.

She was a sucker for looks and physique, and Herbert Grantham's build was incredibly appealing, far superior to Raymond Grantham’s. Thus, she had been infatuated ever since.

Today, she finally tasted it, and he was just as impressive in action as he appeared.

Since Raymond Grantham had already cheated on her, she saw no need to hold back.

An eye for an eye was always Vivien Eipstein's life philosophy.

So, she deliberately wore the wedding dress she was supposed to wear tomorrow, letting another man tear it apart.

How thrilling!

Vivien Eipstein felt both pain and relief, indulging in her revenge.

"Again."

"You little vixen."

"Don't you love a vixen like me?"

Vivien Eipstein wrapped her arms around Herbert Grantham's neck, pulling him back into the depths of passion.