The night air was suffocatingly hot, yet Ella Lin felt colder than ever.
She had just stepped out of Leon's office when two bodyguards in black suits blocked her way.
"Miss Lin, the President has left instructions."
"What instructions?" Her voice trembled with a terrible premonition.
Without warning, they seized her by the arms.
"He said..." The taller guard sneered. "Find a woman and send her straight to the Presidential Suite. Congratulations, Miss Lin, you're the lucky one tonight."
The Presidential Suite at Empire Hotel.
Ella was thrown onto the luxurious bed like a discarded rag doll. Before she could get up, the door swung open.
A man with dangerously handsome features and a cruel smirk walked in, his tie loosened, his eyes burning with desire and mockery.
But it wasn't Leon Xu.
It was his equally powerful and notorious cousin—Damien Xu, a man known for his cold-blooded methods and ruthless pleasures.
"Leon said you're nothing but a toy he doesn't want anymore," Damien's lips curled upward. "But I don't mind playing with his leftovers."
Ella's face went pale. She struggled to sit up.
"No! This… This is a mistake!"
Damien took a leisurely step closer, his fingers tracing the outline of her jaw.
"Mistake? Oh sweetheart, Leon made sure it wasn't."
He leaned down, his breath warm and dangerous against her ear.
"Tonight, you'll understand what it truly means to be discarded."
Tears streamed down Ella's face, but her fists clenched.
"Leon Xu, you will regret this until the day you die!"