When I was desperate and penniless, I took a forged betrothal contract and scammed my way into the wealthy Vanderbilt family. I had their youngest son, Asher, wrapped around my finger. He’d say, "You're so annoying." I’d press against his lips and threaten, "Say that again and I'll kiss you until your mouth is sore." He’d turn his face away: "You’re bothering me." I’d pin him down: "Believe it or not, I'll punish you again!" He’d turn bright red, and I’d tease, "Oh, such an innocent boy~" He’d ignore me, leaving behind a proud back, and I thought he was just playing hard to get. Later, when the truth came out, I realized he truly didn't like me. So I packed my bags overnight and fled the country. Five years later, we met by accident. I thought he was out for revenge. Before I could speak, tears fell from his eyes: "You little liar..." "Coax me," he said, gripping my hand, his voice trembling. "Just coax me a little, and I'll forgive you." 1 Originally, the girl betrothed to the Vanderbilt family was Serena Thornton, the heiress. But her heart belonged to someone else. Her father, desperate, found me—a look-alike—and asked me to take her place. I was thrilled. God knows how broke I was. So, clutching the forged contract, I flew north to New York alone. Grandpa Vanderbilt arranged for me to get engaged to his grandson, Asher, when I turned 20. He let me live in the Vanderbilt estate and covered my tuition at NYU. Even better, Asher was rich and handsome. I hit the jackpot! But he didn't seem too happy with me. He even knelt in the study, defying his grandfather, calling arranged marriages "archaic feudal nonsense." He said he would absolutely never marry me. I panicked. This was cutting off my income! Unacceptable! So, thump, I knelt beside him, crying even louder than he was arguing. "Grandpa Vanderbilt, it's okay. Although I like Asher very much, if he's unwilling, I can't force him." "Please don't be difficult. I'll leave right now." Before getting up, I looked at Asher with teary eyes: "It doesn't matter if you don't like me. It's enough that I like you." He froze. He pursed his lips, looking incredulous: "You... like me?" "Yes. Do you believe in love at first sight?" After all, he was an 18-year-old boy. Being confessed to in front of elders made him flush. "I..." His Adam's apple bobbed, and he turned his head away. Grandpa Vanderbilt stood up with his cane: "It's decided! Asher, you are both young and in the same university. Feelings can be cultivated." Asher remained kneeling but didn't object further. I thought this was a good start. As long as I coaxed Asher, everything would be fine. I didn't expect chasing someone to be this hard! 2 For two whole years, I didn't even touch the hem of his shirt. Fortunately, my coursework was heavy. I was either working part-time or in the lab. So I only made my presence known to him whenever I could. It wasn't until three months before the engagement that I started to panic. I heard the queen bee of the Arts School was pursuing Asher like crazy. My roommate comforted me, saying it didn't matter, since I was the beauty queen of our Science School anyway. Asher would reject everyone equally. Great comfort. Don't do it again. But this did cause huge damage to my fragile soul. I was fired up. At least I had the advantage of proximity! So I started my campaign, showing extreme concern for Asher and pestering him relentlessly. Finally, on the night of our engagement, I forced myself on him. I admit, I was gambling. After all, feelings grow over time. Since the result was me marrying him anyway. The process didn't matter, right? It was just a bit awkward in the moment: "Um, I didn't expect you to have no experience." Although I was a blank slate too. But my theoretical knowledge was rich. Asher knelt on the bed with his back to me, leaving me a proud back and ears red as blood. After a long while, he mumbled: "Did you think I was a player?" Not really. But with his looks, body, and family background, I assumed he would be... you know? Sure enough, prejudice is a mountain in people's hearts. I apologized immediately. I poked his firm shoulder, trying to comfort him: "It's okay. One minute for the first time is already great." Asher gritted his teeth so hard I could hear it: "Maya, you have a dirty mouth." "?" I looked it up!! He criticized me, so I tackled him again in anger. He turned his head away, gripping the sheets, looking like he was facing death. But he was really delicious. I admit I'm lustful. But it's human nature. Who can resist a 6'2" gorgeous college boy? So, possessed by a hungry wolf, I kissed him. Then I started messing around. Asher grabbed the back of my head and pulled me away a bit. Breathing unsteadily, he frowned: "You are so annoying." I immediately pressed against his lips and threatened: "Say that again and I'll kiss your mouth until it's sore." "Don't say things I don't like. I am your lawful fiancée now!" Then I gave him a quick peck. He pursed his lips tight, trying to reason with me: "Maya, that's not how you kiss..." I leaned in and smacked him again: "So what?" His face was redder than a cooked shrimp: "How do I tell you? You have to do that, not this." "What are you saying? Can't understand." I held his face and kissed him again. Asher covered his mouth, so angry he got out of bed and hid in the bathroom. 3 But our intimate life improved. Asher replaced theory with practice, frequently breaking his one-minute record. He wouldn't be outdone in frequency either. It was a bit too much for me. After all, I had experiments and studies during the day. So I Googled: "How to make a boyfriend abstinent?" A sister replied: "Try a style he hates?" Epiphany. That night I bought a small whip. Asher said he hated the feeling of being controlled. Then I'll annoy him! Sure enough, we straight-A students are smart. That day, after studying and showering, I changed into a dominant outfit. Because I observed he probably didn't like the Lolita style either. Hiding the prop under the pillow, I waited for him to finish showering and enter the room, then stood up and ordered: "Come here and give me a massage." His eyes darkened, and he walked over with a cold face. When his warm hands touched my calf, I shivered. Don't panic. I pretended to be calm: "Asher, didn't you eat?! Is that all the strength you have?" "Oh?" His tone held a dangerous note. "Oh what! Haven't you heard? Girls like guys with strong service awareness!" His hand moved up and pinched me, not too light, not too heavy. I jumped. Asher narrowed his eyes: "What's wrong?" His voice was hoarse. My eyes darted around, remembering my persona today was a Queen. So I immediately took the thing from under the pillow and swept it over his lower body. He grabbed it, making me almost fall into his arms. A chuckle came from above. I arched up, stood firm, and kicked his abs. Circling, rubbing. His breathing heavied, and he turned his face away: "You are annoying." Annoying, right!! Success, sisters! So I pushed my luck, pinning him down: "Believe it or not, I'll punish you again!" I have plenty of strength and means. The tips of his ears turned red with anger. I smiled playfully: "Oh, innocent boy~" But who can tell me why I was flipped over again? Today's Asher was like a mad dog. I could barely keep my eyes open, kicking him: "Aren't you tired? I can't do this anymore." "We've barely started." "Didn't you say you wanted to serve me well? Hmm?" I glanced sideways at my torn clothes and sighed secretly. Who said he didn't like it? He liked it too much. In the end, he even made me hold the whip and brought his face close to mine: "Want to hit me?" "?" I had screamed all my strength away. If my roommate Vivi hadn't urgently called me to watch a show at Asher's college. I would have almost forgotten that the Arts School queen was still vigorously pursuing him. 4 The queen bee was said to be a wealthy heiress from the South, beautiful and from a good family. Honestly, she looked quite compatible standing next to Asher. Devastatingly beautiful. Vivi and I even discussed if her skin was so white because of some beauty treatment. So much so that when the crowd chanted for them to get together. We both forgot ourselves and applauded along, chanting: "Get together! Get together!" Vivi stopped abruptly: "Wait, she's your rival. We shouldn't do this!" What else? Should I act like a jealous wife? But the girl was just confessing with roses. I couldn't run up to Asher and say "He's mine, don't touch him," right? That's too cringe. And... Before I could finish "and," I saw Asher push her away with a dark face and walk towards me step by step. I instinctively took a step back. He grabbed my waist and pulled me back. I don't know why, even though he was smiling, I thought his smile was scary. Amidst the surprise of Vivi and everyone else, he slowly said: "Sorry, I have a fiancée." "An arranged marriage from childhood." Then, ignoring everyone's gaze, he dragged me away. Asher had an apartment near the school. We usually lived there. He was practically dragging me to fly. Finally, when I couldn't walk anymore, he threw me over his shoulder. He pinned me against the door, held the back of my head, and kissed me. I could clearly feel the intensity of his movements and the invasion between my lips and teeth. It carried a hint of punishment. He didn't want to give me any air at all. Kissing me until I almost suffocated. I reached out to push him away, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. His lips moved away a few centimeters, allowing me a breath of air. "Should I praise you for being generous? Fiancée?" Asher's eyes were terrifyingly red, his expression obscure, gritting his teeth. The atmosphere was intense back there. But I couldn't say that; it would make him angrier. So I softened my voice and kissed his dimple: "Not at all. I like you the most, the most." "Cut it out." He turned his face away. Looking like he couldn't be coaxed. I broke free from his restraint and hugged his neck instead, acting coquettish: "It was my fault. How about I grant you one wish?" "Anything?" He raised an eyebrow. "As long as it's not too excessive, anything." "Save it," he said. "Because right now, I have more important things to do." Then he bent down, picked me up, and walked toward the bedroom. ???
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