chap one

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"park, a hope to a new start!" A man in his fifty raises the glass wine cup and drinks it in a go.

"Wish us the best cooperation!" Park rose smiled as she also gulps her drink down.

Rose POV

As soon as I gulped the drink down my head starts to ache. My vision became blurry and I felt this itchiness to get laid.

"You spiked my drink?" Rose eyes shot a powerful glare at the man. Her teeth gritted. many waves were going on beneath her legs. Her hands became weak and the glass she held fell and broke with a loud sound.

Her whole eyes were all blurry, she was losing consciousness. Her white Lacy gown had been tainted with red win.

Her hormones we're acting against her. She was in no control of her body , the furry feeling grew stronger.

"You will pay for this!" Rose tried to stand up but stumbled to the ground. Her legs wobbled, her head throbbed with so much pain.
"Me? Are you sure about that? Right now you are weak and drugged but if you beg me, I might as well have pity on you and get you out of here!" The man laughed out loud in ridicule.

That man there was supposed my uncle yet he drugged me to sleep with me?

Since I was born, I had this unimaginable beauty that even heaven and Earth could not explain.

My hair was blonde and the sun always reflected on it, my eyes were brown and my skin was like a shinning pearl.

I was the perfect example of Cinderella but too bad I had no prince to save me tonight.
My body burned up in lust. My pink lips shattered and looking pale and glooming skin also turned pale yellow.

I did not know how long I could resist the drug. I needed to act fast and quickly.

"You will not get away with this. My father will hunt you! You wretch bastard!" I cursed him. The only thing I could do was to yell, curse him and resist the strong urge.

"Father?! You are a perfect example of a falling princess" Kim yeri mocks his niece on the ground.

Her condition grew worse. Her voice became so hoarse.

What a tragedy she has to be disposed of.

"What do you want from me?" I gave up and asked.

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