《Drugged and Delivered to My Billionaire Dad》全部章節：第 1 章 - 第 10 章

The drug's effects crept through my veins, and even the slightest movement of my fingers sent a dull ache through my bones. I peeled my eyes open and focused on the hand-painted, gold-gilded irises on the ceiling. It was the Harlan family's crest. Before I turned 18, that flower had been embroidered onto the collar of every one of my haute couture nightgowns. My fiance Kai Vaughn's voice was thick with greed beyond the door. "Eliana, are you sure this intel is reliable? Tristan is really coming back to this suite tonight?"My best friend, Eliana Sinclair, could barely contain the excitement in her voice. "I bought this intel from his driver for 20 grand. He'll be here at 11:00 pm on the dot. Once he pushes open the door and sees a woman lying in his bed who looks exactly like the woman he's always loved…"She scoffed. "There's no way he would pass up a meal that's been served right to his mouth. Who knows? If Mr. Harlan likes what he sees, that ten-billion-dollar project in the s

I pushed open the rosewood door. A crystal chandelier glittered overhead, while beneath my feet lay a priceless, handwoven rug. The air was thick with the scent of premium agarwood, and the sheer luxury was almost suffocating. The moment Kai saw what was inside, his eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. "Holy shit… How much is that painting on the wall worth?" Eliana's eyes gleamed with greed. "Any one of those vases could probably buy our entire office building!"Kai flashed me a lecherous grin. "Once this bitch gives Mr. Harlan a good time tonight, he might reward us with a few things from this suite!" I leaned against the doorframe with a stoic expression. My gaze swept over the enormous oil painting on the wall. The woman in it had gentle, delicate features. It was my mother. Meanwhile, a family portrait was partially visible on the sandalwood table beside it. Hugh noticed me staring intently at the oil painting and narrowed his eyes slightly. He warned me coldly, "

It felt as though all oxygen had been instantly vacuumed out of the room. Dad stood frozen in place. His hawk-like eyes that had always controlled life and death now trembled violently, a storm churning deep within his pupils. He looked at me, at the bone-deep gash at the corner of my eye and my tattered clothes stained crimson with blood. His Adam's apple bobbed, yet he could not make a single sound. After what felt like an eternity, he bellowed, "What the fuck do you think you're doing? That's my daughter!"Vivian, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, dropped her phone onto the floor with a loud clatter. "I had no idea, Mr. Harlan… She never told us she was…" She trembled as she backed away, reaching out to grab Dad's coat. Without uttering another word, Dad raised his hand and delivered a thunderous slap. Vivian was sent flying, crashing hard into the solid wall. Kai collapsed on the ground, a wet stain slowly spreading across the front of his pants as a foul stench

Dad looked at me, the remorse and heartache in his eyes so thick that it was almost tangible, threatening to consume him whole. "Hear me out, Abby—"I sneered and cut him off, staring straight at Mom's portrait, my voice laced with shards of ice. "What do you want to tell me? That you loved her so much, only to turn around and crawl into bed with another woman? Tristan, do you honestly think I'll still believe you?" Every word I uttered was like a blade, drawing blood as it viciously sliced into the softest part of his heart. His tall frame suddenly swayed, as though the weight of my words had become too much for him to bear. Then, with a heavy thud, he dropped to his knees onto the cold marble floor before me. "It's not what you think, Abby. That affair five years ago was a setup! I didn't do anything. I've never betrayed your mother!"I shuddered, staring at him in disbelief. His voice was painfully hoarse, every word sounding as though it had been forcibly squeezed out f

There was a locked diary on the vanity. I recognized it immediately. It was the birthday gift I had given Mom. Almost as if compelled by some unseen force, I reached out and gently brushed my fingers over the cover. I ran my fingers over the delicate brass lock. The combination was our birthdays. When I flipped open the yellowed pages, Mom's familiar and elegant handwriting came into view. "Abby was clinging to me again today, telling me that when she grows up, she wants to be my knight and protect me for the rest of my life. My little princess, my only wish is for you to live a peaceful, happy life.""Tristan has been very busy lately, but I know he has me and our family in his heart."The first half of the diary was filled with warm, ordinary moments. Each and every line was brimming with joy.However, the further I turned the pages, the more hurried and scribbled her handwriting became. Eventually, it trembled across the paper."My health's deteriorating, but the doctors