《The Forgotten Heiress Returns》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Oliver pulled her into the backseat and entered after her. He grab her waist, pulling her forcefully into his arms. Holding the back of her neck, he pulled her lips into his, ravaging her tongue in his mouth as the sound of their tongues lapping against each other's filled the car. His other hand moved into her chest as it caught her boobs, cerassing it. Amber moaned until she began struggling to set loose from him. "Let me go!" she screamed, hitting his hand. "You bastard!"Oliver suddenly stopped, staring at her with an amused expression. There wasn't the slightest hint of anger on his face. Instead, he looked as though he was entertained by her resistance."Wait," he said, reaching over and holding her chin. "Tell me, are you a virgin?"Amber scoffed and sharply turned her face away.He let out a low laugh."Look at you," he said, smiling. "Of course you are. You couldn't handle me. I'll spare you for tonight."He leaned closer as he spoke the last sentence, lowering his voice

They entered the ballroom with a gasp, their eyes widening in utter shock.The sheer scale of the room swallowed them whole the moment they stepped through the tall double doors. Chandeliers dripped light from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls, each crystal catching and scattering gold across the marble floor below. The air itself smelled of lilies and warm candle wax, heavy and expensive, the kind of scent that seemed to announce money before a single word had been spoken."This is bigger than the London ball!" Zoe gasped, covering her mouth in shock, her eyes darting from the polished floor to the towering flower arrangements lining the walls.She turned to face her mother fully now, her whole body practically vibrating with excitement, her fingers tightening around the strap of her small clutch bag. "Once I marry into the Winchesters, all of this will be mine." Her eyes remained wide, fixed on Marian, as though saying the words aloud might make them more real, might carve them

The laughter between Zoe and her mother continued, louder now, the two of them clearly finding the whole scene far more entertaining than good manners should have allowed in a room full of watching eyes. The three young men fed off it, their own laughter rising to match, feeding the moment like logs thrown onto a fire that had already grown far bigger than any of them seemed to notice. The humiliation burn deeper into Amber more than words could describe. Yet, she tried to maintain a calm demeanor.Nearby guests glanced over in twos and threes, some smiling faintly along without knowing the joke, others sipping their champagne and looking politely away, pretending the sound hadn't reached them at all. Upstairs, Elizabeth stood watching it all unfold with a satisfied expression settled comfortably across her face, her champagne glass forgotten in her hand, her eyes bright with the particular pleasure of a woman watching her carefully laid plans bear exactly the fruit she had hoped

"Let's dance." Oliver said with a warm smile, his hand still stretched toward Amber, patient, unmoving, as though he had all the time in the world to wait for her answer. Zoe exchanged a shocked glance with her mother, both of them sitting rigid in their seats now, their earlier laughter replaced by a confusion neither seemed able to shake off, their eyes darting rapidly between Amber's frozen face and the man standing so easily before her, waiting, as if the whole ballroom hadn't just tilted sideways beneath their feet."Mr. Winchester." The voice snapped from behind Oliver, thin and hurried, betraying the panic beneath its forced politeness. He turned slightly to meet the shaking gaze of one of the young men from earlier, the first one, his face gone pale, his earlier smirk long since abandoned. "What an honor. She's just a backwater hick. You don't want to dance with her. She'll just step on your feet."His voice tried for polite, but the mockery bled through anyway, aimed squarel

'Damn it!' Amber whispered inside her, staring up in shock at him while she rested against his arm, the music still swelling around them as he guided her through the final turn of the dance.'He's so charming.'He bent toward her lips and took them, kissing her. Instinctively, she responded, her hand tightening against his shoulder before she could stop herself, the warmth of it spreading fast through her chest despite every warning bell going off in her mind at once.Then instantly, as if just waking from sleep, she jerked back, stepping away from him, putting a full arm's length of distance between them before her senses caught up with what her body had already decided on its own.'What if they see us kissing?' she whispered again inside her, turning to glance briefly at the crowd before turning back to him, her heart still hammering hard against her ribs."I'm your brother's fiancée." she said, looking up at him, her voice low, tight with something caught between accusation and wa