The Billionaire Heiress's Return For Revenge

"If it was not because my family was forcing her on me, why would I be caught with someone like Nancy? She's not even my type, but my family is after favors," Peter Crochet held Tracy close to him, kissing her body and telling her beautiful nothing. Tracy giggled. "I know, I know. I always knew you had no feelings for her and just wanted her body and family's wealth," Tracy said. The two tossed and turned romantically on the bed of the First Class Suite of the Imperial Hotel and continued to engage in intense intercourse, while Nancy listened closely through the bugged device that she had paid someone to install in their regular room for her. Nancy's friend, Kimberly, had always told her that her boyfriend and prospective fiancé always visited the Imperial Hotel with an unknown lady, but it was difficult for Nancy to believe that, given that her boyfriend always loved and doted on her. "No, Peter loves me, he can't do that to me," she had told Kimberly on several occasions, until Kimberly insisted so much, and Nancy just had to find out what was going on. At the moment, it seemed like Kimberly's claims were right according to the conversation Nancy was listening to through the bug. When Nancy heard what Peter said to his mistress, she instantly grew numb. How could she come to terms with the fact that Peter Crochet had been pretending to be in love with her for the past year? *Bang!* Nancy kicked the door in and entered the room dramatically. Her heart dropped beyond her feet when she witnessed the position that Peter and Tracy were in. She was disgusted beyond all reasonable doubt. "Nan!" Peter gasped and grabbed the kilt to cover Tracy while he lay bare looking at Nancy. Nancy's eyes were like a cat that had seen danger. The hair at the back of her neck stood erect and her heart heaved. There was nothing to say to Peter Crochet at such a time. Nancy just wanted him to know that she had caught him red-handed. As suddenly as she had entered the room, she also left. She slammed the door hard behind her as she left, her eyes hurting from the tears she was trying to hold back. "Nan!" Nancy heard Peter call from behind her. Peter jumped out of bed, ready to run after and beg Nancy, but he quickly recalled that he was naked and there was no way he would catch up with Nancy if he tried to get dressed, so he gave up the chase. Nancy hailed a taxi and got in, quickly sniffing and cleaning up the tears in her eyes so that the driver wouldn't notice her sadness. "All Night Whispers," she told the driver where she was headed and looked out of the window, through the not-so-short distance they drove to her destination. Getting to the bar, Nancy ordered a bottle of whiskey. There she was going to drown in her sorrow. There was nothing and no scenario she did not think of while she was getting herself drunk. Flashes of the picture of Peter and his mistress could not leave Nancy's mind's eye, and in her drunk state alongside her blurred vision, she saw a stunning man making his way into the inner room of the bar. Nancy's instincts got the best of her, and all that she could think of at that moment was to get up and follow the man. He looked familiar, but she was too drunk to decipher exactly who it was. Nancy got up and staggered towards the hallway the man had just entered. The unsuspecting man continued to walk graciously inside, not knowing that he was being trailed by a beautiful and sexy woman whom he knew very well. It was a shocker for this mysterious man when something extraordinary happened. As soon as he entered his hotel room and turned to latch the door, he saw something breeze past him at lightning speed. He panicked and turned to look around him just in time to see a woman landing on his gigantic bed, her head buried in the pillow. Her hair was disheveled. A faint smile appeared on the lips of the mysterious man. He had heard many times from friends about how drunk women ended up in their rooms in this hotel, and he had never experienced such a thing, but now, it was his turn. Nancy, determined to take revenge on Peter, threw herself on the mysterious man and it was at that point the man recognized her. Drew Caleb's eyes shone in shock when he saw Nancy, his best friend's fiancé on his hotel bed, trying to make him sleep with her. Drew immediately resisted, but he was soon put to shock by the great strength that Nancy exhibited. The way she gripped him and held him down made Drew take aback, and he felt challenged by her. No man loves to be challenged by a woman in that way, so Drew Caleb stood up to the challenge immediately. "I'm sorry, Peter, but you don't love her after all..." Drew Caleb said this and lifted Nancy from his body, pinning her to the bed. Nancy yelped. Her heavy breath oozed alcohol and mint and mixed with the fragrance of her hair and perfume, her scent drove Drew crazy. The next morning, Nancy woke up first. She frowned at the banging headache that she felt, and also how sore her body was. While she was scrutinizing her body, she saw love marks on her forearm and thighs, and that was when she noticed the dazzling, handsome man lying fast asleep beside her. Drew Caleb. Peter Crochet's best friend. Nancy's heart started to beat fast as she hurried to the bathroom to check herself. She dreaded the truth about what might have happened overnight between her and the man she thought was a stranger, only to find out that he was her fiance's best friend.