Chapter 1 Chapter 1: Bella's POV: Last night, I slept with a stranger. I'm not the type of woman to do this. I did it because I was so sad yesterday. My boyfriend, who had been in love with me for three years, told me that I wasn't gentle, considerate, or sexy enough. Then, he turned around and left for England with a wealthy girl. Although I appear strong in front of my friends, I was truly heartbroken. To distract myself, I went to a bar alone and drank too much. That's when I met the man. I don't even remember what he looked like. Now, I hear the sound of running water. It's him taking a shower in the bathroom. I slowly opened my eyes. The room around me was luxurious, with the morning sunlight streaming in, illuminating the mess of sheets, underwear, clothes, and shoes scattered on the carpet. I looked down at the kiss marks on my bare body under the quilt, a dull ache in my lower body. Everything reminded me of the intensity of last night with that stranger. I ran my hand through my long hair, and fragmented memories rushed back. Most of them were images of me lying beneath him, being taken by him roughly. I had to admit-his skills were impressive... Updates always at galnoνes.com Wait, no. This wasn't the time to think about that. I've never had an experience like this before-sleeping with a stranger. And now, I don't know how to face it all. Maybe I should leave now, before he finds me. I got out of bed, quickly dressed, grabbed my bag, and headed for the door. But just then, the bathroom door opened. A ridiculously handsome man stepped out. He had thick, golden hair and a striking face. His loose bathrobe barely covered his strong, muscular chest. My heart raced uncontrollably. This man was far more attractive than my ex-boyfriend. The image of our night together resurfaced in my mind again. He had held me, touched me, kissed me... My cheeks flushed with heat. I quickly shook my head, forcing myself to stop thinking about those scenes. To calm myself down, I tried fanning my face with my hands, but it didn't help. Compared to my restlessness, the man was remarkably calm. When I glanced at him, I could feel his eyes scanning me from head to toe, as though he was appraising an object. I noticed the corner of his mouth twitch, forming a disdainful expression. Why was he looking at me like that? At that moment, he suddenly walked over to the bedside and reached for his wallet. Inside, I saw a thick stack of cash. The sight immediately snapped me to attention. What did that mean? Was he paying me for the night? Was he treating me like a prostitute? The insult was unbearable. I decided to fight back. . . . Five-year-old Annie, who can understand animals, saved Landon Hawthorne, a wealthy businessman, from suicide. Now she's his whole world and he's her legal cheat-code against every villain fate throws ...