Chapter 1 A Test Drive

• Milicent Rich lay under the covers on a big soft bed in a dark room, naked and alone. Tonight was her wedding night with the Fulbright family's second son. However, there was no wedding or reception. What awaited her was only the rear view of a middle-aged man in a wheelchair and his unkind words. "Wash her up and deliver her to my bed. I want to take her for a test drive." A test drive… She was just a commodity to him in their mutually beneficial exchange.
• The door suddenly opened, and Milicent's body tensed as she tightly grabbed the corner of the covers.
• Rumor had it that the Fulbright family's second son was a hideous man with a violent temper. It was said that after he turned impotent due to his disability, he had been moodier than ever. There were even rumors that he had jinxed his five ex-wives to death. Thus, no matter how much others coveted the Fulbright family's wealth, no one in the city dared to marry their daughters off to him.
• However, the Rich family was an exception. The Rich family was in a dire financial state because their company's source of capital had been cut off, and they were on the verge of bankruptcy. Her father's decision to take up a high-interest loan from loan sharks plunged the company and the Rich family into a greater crisis.
• Debt collectors showed up one after another and viciously threatened to kill them. At that time, the Fulbright family was their last hope. Milicent's parents were reluctant to sacrifice her innocent younger sister. Since Milicent was a divorcee, they sent her to the Fulbright family instead. Guilt-tripped by her father's pleas, Milicent came here in her sister's stead to marry the Fulbright family's terrible second son.
• As the sound of a wheelchair rolling across the floor grew louder, Milicent held her breath nervously. She saw a figure approaching through the darkness… The covers suddenly lifted, and a large hand started fondling her body. The man's hands were as rough and cold as him.
• "Ah!" Milicent couldn't help but scream. After that, she heard a sneer. The man asked in a low voice, "Are you afraid?" He continued caressing her. His slender fingers descended from Milicent's cheeks, grazing her delicate neck and exquisite collarbone before moving down to her highly alluring bosoms.
• Milicent grabbed the covers tightly, trying her best not to escape. The man didn't stop after running his fingers along her lower abdomen. His hands continued moving down… "S-Stop!" Milicent finally couldn't bear it anymore and grabbed his broad hand when he was about to touch her private parts.
• It was said that sexually dysfunctional men were usually psychologically twisted and had special kinks, such as… sexual abuse! Upon thinking of this, Milicent's body shuddered violently as she stammered, "M-Mr. Hansel, can you please stop? I…"
• "No." Her body instantly stiffened, and he could feel her trembling as she grabbed his hand. "Heh. You really seem like you're still chaste from your innocent act." His icy voice was taunting. Milicent's pupils shrank after hearing his words as she lay on the bed. Could it be that he...
• At the next moment, the lights were switched on. Milicent's eyes closed subconsciously. The man pulled his hand back as his sharp gaze fell on her. His thin lips parted as he said, "Should I call you Mary or Milicent, my dear?" His frosty tone made Milicent tremble on the bed. When she opened her eyes, she met the man's deep, cold gaze.