He Shattered Me, So I Burned His Throne

When the richest couple was celebrating their daughter's birthday in the hotel banquet hall, my boyfriend, Donnie Gardner, said in the luxurious private room that he wanted to give me satisfaction that night.

After I tied him to the bedside, he asked me to turn off the lights and light a candle. As soon as I picked up the lighter, a row of comments suddenly appeared in front of me.

[No, heroine! This lighter has been modified. If you press it, it will explode and disfigure you.]

[Donnie approached you only to clear the way for his childhood sweetheart, the fake daughter of the Foster Family. Your face is exactly the same as Mrs. Foster when she was young and they are afraid that you, the real daughter, will be recognized.]

[After your face is disfigured by the flames of the explosion, you will die in a car accident arranged by the fake daughter on the way to the hospital. Then, Donnie will immediately abandon you and marry the fake daughter. The two of them will kill your richest parents and inherit all of the Foster Family's wealth!]

[You go downstairs to the banquet hall right now. As long as Mrs. Foster sees your face, she will definitely recognize that you are the real daughter.]

I was holding the lighter in shock and stunned, but I heard Donnie's low urging voice in my ears.

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“Honey, please light the candles. I'm wearing glowing underwear today."

In the dim private room, Donnie was lying on his back with his hands tied to the head of the bed by me and his voice was full of magnetic temptation.

The barrage of comments was still scrolling wildly.

[Sex is like a sword above your head. What a vicious beauty trap.]

[Heroine, calm down. Don't press the lighter!]

[You must keep this face to have a chance to return to the rich family!]

I swallowed and gently put the lighter in my hand back on the coffee table.

Seeing that I did not move for a long time, Donnie became a little unhappy.

“Rachel, what are you dithering about?”

I realized that what happened that day was indeed very unusual.

I had been with Donnie for two years and he always used the excuse of respecting me to never touch me, let alone be as enthusiastic and proactive as he was at that moment.

During the day, he clearly told me that he had something to do and could not spend my birthday with me.

But when I returned to the hotel in the evening to prepare to work overtime, he took the initiative to book a room and invited me to spend the night with him.

It was like … he really stopped me from meeting the richest couple.

Thinking of this, I felt a chill in my heart. I turned on the ringtone of my phone and pretended to answer a call.

“Okay, I'll be right there!”

After hanging up the phone, I turned on the light and said to Donnie, “Donnie, the manager said that the daughter of the Foster Family who was found a year ago is also celebrating her birthday here. They gave each employee huge tips and asked me to go to claim it now.”

Donnie's face froze for a moment, but soon returned to his seductive look.

"Darling, isn't a night of love worth more than gold? Or am I not as tempting as those lavish tips you chase?"

"I gave you a chance, you're the one who let it slip through your fingers." 

Seeing his Adam's apple rolling and his abdominal muscles faintly visible under his semi-transparent shirt, I lost all my romantic thoughts.

The barrage in front of me was still scrolling wildly.

[You think you are a merman that you even seduce the heroine like others, bah!]

[That’s right, he even dared to lie to the heroine that it was his first time, but in fact he was just playing with that fake daughter, what a rotten cucumber!]

I bit my lip and quickly searched on my phone for the news about the Foster Family finding their biological daughter a year ago.

But Lena Foster's face was not in any of the photos.

Someone explained in the comment section that because Lena was abducted by human traffickers when she was five years old, her parents then protected her very well.

I was shocked because I was also abducted by human traffickers when I was five years old.

My adoptive parents were actually quite nice to me and worked hard to support my college education.

It was not until two years ago that they died one after another in a car accident and my adoptive mother told me the truth before she died.