Seven years After Losing Me, My Fiancé Fell in Love with a Fake Heiress

Harold's chubby figure quivered like jelly out of fear. In a trembling voice, he let loose of everything that he knew.

"Ms. Fairwood was the one instructing me to do this. She told me that she'd give me a promotion and a raise after this…"

Upon hearing that Ariana was behind this plan, some of Julian's anger was instantly doused.

Ariana? That woman was still willful and childish as ever!

But what else could he do about her? He was madly in love with her, after all.

So, Julian could only unleash his rage on Harold. After kicking Harold a few times in a row, he roared, "Get out! From now on, you're no longer employed at Chapman Group!"

Not only did Harold fail to assault Stella, but he also lost his job. But he had no choice but to pick up his clothes and leave like the total loser he was out of fear of Julian's authority.

The room door was quickly shut. That was when Julian's darkened gaze landed on Stella, who was still lying on the bed.

Judging from the way the drugs had tormented her, she had already lost her sanity. By then, she had stripped off her clothes. Her cheeks now aflame, she did her best to suppress her breathy moans.

Never had Julian witnessed Stella looking this depraved in the past three years. The enticing scene was quick to light a fire in his loins.

Julian couldn't restrain himself any longer. He tugged off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt deftly. Soon, he pinned the half-conscious Stella down.

He captured her lips in a rough kiss, spreading his flames of lust to the rest of Stella's body uncontrollably. Of course, she reciprocated the kiss hungrily.

They made out until they could barely breathe before Julian broke the kiss. He began to take off his belt impatiently.

At that moment, a hint of clarity was restored in Stella's eyes. She found herself staring into Julian's deep ones.

Yes, the very same eyes that harbored Ethan's corneas now.

It felt as though a bolt of thunder had struck Stella on the spot, jolting the drugs' effects out of her instantly. Now sober and aware, she quickly wrapped the covers around her out of shock and horror before recoiling from him.

"Don't touch me!" she screamed in alarm.

Julian was stunned at first, but he quickly comforted Stella in low tones. "Don't be scared. It's me."

Just as he was about to take her hand, he heard Stella's icy voice ringing out again. "I know that you're Julian. You can't touch me."

Julian didn't expect that Stella would turn him down. He was momentarily shell-shocked before he explained again, "Stella, I'm not the one who drugged you! I'm here to save you!"

"I don't care! You can't touch me, and that's final! I've already qu—"

Before Stella could finish speaking, Julian—who was furious by her rejection—pinned her down forcibly and sealed her lips with his own. His kiss turned hungry and domineering—as though he wanted to devour Stella on the spot.

How dare she! How dare she resist him!

Julian was her savior! Did she seriously have no idea how nice he was being to her?

She had already provided him with three years' worth of services! Yet, now she kept rejecting him! What was she putting up the chastity preservation act for?

Argh!

Julian released Stella instantly. When he tasted blood in his mouth, he sneered at her.

This was her first time biting down on his lip so hard that she drew blood.

"Stella Atkinson, I've already fucked you way too many times! That made you mine a long time ago! Ethan's already dead! Now, I'm the only one you—"

"Yes, you've fucked me that many times. And yet you still belong to Ariana, don't you?"

Julian was in the midst of going on a rampage when he heard Stella's cold words. Almost immediately, he clamped up and fell silent.

So, that meant Stella only had her eyes for Ethan after all this time, huh?

This was supposed to be a logical counterargument, but for some reason, Julian didn't feel an ounce of satisfaction at all.

Frustration and irritation surged through his chest. The fact that he was mad at a dead man made him feel so helpless because there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

"I'll give you 200 thousand dollars. Can we have sex now?"

Stella didn't expect Julian to say such things after his long bout of silence. She just gazed at him mockingly, thinking that he was quite pathetic.

Did he seriously think that she was still the same woman who'd give him her body in exchange for money?

Hell! No!

"I already called the cops and the ambulance. If you don't leave right now, I'll tell the cops you're an accomplice as well."

Stella's and Julian's gazes clashed with each other, with darkness brimming in the latter's eyes. Finally, Julian left the hotel room with a stormy expression. He did make sure to slam the door behind him before leaving, though.

Just how bold was Stella anyway for her to keep rejecting him?