Scarlett's Vow

Heat.

It was as if molten lava was churning wildly within her body, scorching every fiber and drop of blood, making her feel as if she was in the midst of an inferno.

Itch.

Beneath the heat, it felt like millions of insects were crawling and eroding her senses, unbearable.

Scarlett OHara felt like she was going mad.

Under the violent effects of the drug, an urgent desire was born deep within her body. Her entire trembling and taut form was like a bomb about to explode, desperately seeking release.

In the pitch-black darkness, Scarlett trembled, her hands desperately clinging to the man above her, rubbing against him.

Occasionally, uncontrollable moans escaped her lips.

She hated her shameless and reckless appearance at this moment, and more than once she wanted to push the man away.

But she couldnt control herself.

Under the last vestige of reason, she wanted to express her predicament. Almost trembling and struggling, she finally managed to speak.

"I......"

A large hand suddenly clamped onto her neck, pulling her down and pinning her harshly against the wall behind her.

"Who let you in here? Say it!"

A fierce and fatal masculine aura swept over Scarlett OHara in an instant. The large hand that seized her neck tightened abruptly.

Scarlett was cut off from all air, her entire body suspended against the wall, and she could only flail her legs, slapping with difficulty.

"Im not......"

She just wanted help, nothing more.

"Im from the Kennedy Family..."

After uttering this sentence, Scarlett could distinctly feel the man in front of her stiffen, and the hand around her neck loosened slightly.

Yet the atmosphere of fatal danger seemed to intensify.

After a while, the man in the darkness spoke ambiguously, as if casually asking.

"Kennedy family? Which one?"

He seemed to have been drinking, his voice low and husky. So close, Scarlett thought she could smell the faint scent of alcohol on him, mixed with a crisp and domineering aura.

She trembled, and in the brief moment of getting air, she clutched the mans hand with her last bit of reason, stammering.

"My name is Scarlett OHara, the second miss of the Eastside Kennedys. I didnt mean to come in here, Im in trouble."

The increasingly intense sensation in her body was crazily forcing its way up, wantonly burning every branch and end of her nerves.

Her voice gradually took on a crying tone, "Please, take me to the hospital now, its not too late. The Kennedys have money, whatever you want..."

A soft laugh suddenly came from the darkness,Chewing her name carefully。

"Scarlett OHara? Scar...lett...OHara..."

Seemingly mocking, seemingly teasing, with an unpredictable depth of mystery.

The hands that held Scarlett suddenly loosened, instantly changing direction. In the blink of an eye, Scarlett was thrown straight onto the large bed.

The cold and merciless voice of the man followed.

"Help you? Do you know what the price is for entering my room and getting into my bed?"

The strong and cold aura approached, and the tall and robust body of the man pressed down on her like a mountain in an instant.

When the slender and cold fingers of the man probed into Scarletts clothes, climbing up to her chest, she suddenly trembled uncontrollably, crying out in despair.

"No... please..."

"The Kennedy family is wealthy and influential, whatever you want, I can give you..."

She didnt want this.

She could have been happy.

Because as long as she got through today, she would smoothly marry the man she loved the most, and give him herself pure and beautiful, not...

Struggling and crying, Scarlett, who was pinned down, didnt know what she thought of, and suddenly reached for her neck.

Her fingers just touched the coldness on her neck, and the necklace was abruptly torn off by the man, thrown out.

Snap.

The next second, the man tore open her clothes, accompanied by her trembling and moist body, and pressed down heavily.

"Ah——"

...

When she woke up again, the room was still dark.

Pain surged through her body, especially between her legs where the man had ravaged last night, it was a burning and hot piece.

Beside her, the mans unrestrained and fierce breathing was close to her ear.

Scarlett turned her head abruptly and raised her hand to slap the man, but halfway down, she suspended it. After a long time, she finally retracted it with a tremble.

What had happened had happened, what was the use...

Ignoring the pain in her body and heart, Scarlett slowly lifted the quilt, fumbling in the dark to find her clothes.

As she got up, her feet just touched the ground and she softened, falling forward.

This不小的 movement awakened the man in the bed, causing his breathing to pause.

The next second, the man leaped up, and a cold and terrifying voice from hell-like asura followed.

"Who allowed you to leave?!"

Scarlett was shocked in her heart and, disregarding everything else, she stumbled to her feet. Fearing the man would chase after her, she hit something with her hand and swung it.

Last night was a mistake; she couldnt have any more entanglements with this man!

Bang.

There was an immediate flurry of footsteps in the corridor, with a steady leather shoe falling sound mixed in.

In just a few minutes, a man in a suit and leather shoes arrived at the door.

Seems to be no abnormalities found, he pushed the slightly open door and walked in, looking down at the information in his hand as he walked.

"Mr. Gatsby, the person you asked me to find, has some clues."

"Its a coincidence! Shes in Boston, most importantly, shes in a family that even you cant imagine."

"Has a boyfriend who has been in love for three years, getting married today. Last night, she also held a bachelorette party at this hotel, you..."

The secretary finished speaking, looked up at the room, suddenly widened his eyes.

The man leaned quietly by the bedside, a long bloodstain on his handsome face, blood slowly flowing, the air filled with a faint smell of blood.

Beside his feet, a blood-stained bedside lamp lay quietly.

"I rely on..."

The secretary exclaimed, throwing the information in his hand, and rushed over, hastily covering the mans forehead wound.

After being with their young master for many years, he really couldnt imagine or dare to think. Who in the entire Boston has the courage to make a move on him?

The man didnt speak, his cold face, the eyes full of frost, reflected a cold and terrifying light in the light.

He looked down at the file thrown on the ground by the secretary, his eyebrows frowned fiercely, and his face was covered with a terrible coldness.

"Find her, follow!"