HOT NOVEL: Drugged, Seduced, And Married To His Brother by Huo Wuer

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A spiked martini at her second-anniversary party led Amelia to stumble into a dark VIP suite, where she unexpectedly lost her virginity to a stranger.

Returning home, the morning light revealed her husband, Kyler, reeking of another woman's perfume, with red lipstick on his collar and a fresh scratch below his ear.

The suffocating guilt of her own mistake instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp block of ice. Kyler, instead of apologizing, mocked her and threatened to cut off her ailing mother's nursing home funding if she didn't play the loving wife.

His two years of coldness and refusal to touch her, claiming stress, were exposed as a pathetic, disgusting lie. Amelia, refusing to be a victim, filed for divorce and began a digital hunt for the IP address that had wiped the club's security servers.

Amidst this escalating fight, she encountered Kyler's formidable half-brother, Jonas Brown, her old academic rival. The familiar scent of crisp cedar and dark tobacco, combined with a fresh scratch on his hand, sparked a terrifying, impossible suspicion.

Then, trapped in his car, a phone call confirmed her custom Cartier ring was missing from the very penthouse suite where she'd spent that fateful night. The horrifying truth slammed into her: Jonas was the stranger. Without a word, she Venmoed him $5,000.00 with the note: "Service fee and hush money." This was war.

Drugged, Seduced, And Married To His Brother Chapter1

Gemma Gonzales woke up feeling like her body had been dismantled and put back together with rusted screws.

A deep, internal fracturing she couldn't place seemed to radiate from her very core.

She gasped, her eyes flying open. The ceiling above her was a sprawling canvas of dark, expensive velvet.

She turned her head. The space beside her on the massive king-sized bed was empty.

The sheets were tangled, carrying the lingering heat of another human body.

Fragments of last night slammed into her skull like a freight train.

The charity gala. The single glass of champagne. The sudden, terrifying dizziness that made the room spin.

A strange woman had gripped her arm, steering her toward the elevators. Gemma had realized, with a spike of pure adrenaline, that she had been drugged.

She remembered fighting the woman off, stumbling down a dimly lit hallway, and frantically dialing her best friend's number.

Then, the dark room.

She had pushed open a heavy door, seeking refuge. The room was pitch black. The sound of ice clinking against a glass had echoed in the silence.

She thought it was the male escort her friend Armida had jokingly promised to send if Gemma ever decided to rebel against her miserable marriage.

She had stumbled forward. A pair of strong, unrelenting hands had gripped her waist.

A heavy scent of bergamot and cedarwood had washed over her.

A deep voice had warned her she was in the wrong room.

But the drug in her veins had already ignited. She remembered losing her mind, pressing her lips against the man's throat.

She felt his muscles turn to solid rock beneath her touch.

He had cursed under his breath, a rough sound in the dark, before flipping her onto the sofa. His breathing was heavy, ragged.

Then he carried her to the bed. She remembered the sharp glint of his eyes in the dark, a brief moment of clarity before her world dissolved into a profound, silent chasm.

The man had frozen instantly.

"A virgin?" his voice had rasped, thick with disbelief.

But she couldn't form words. She could only cry and pull him closer, drowning in the chemical fire.

Now, the drug was gone. The cold reality of the morning light filtered through the heavy blackout curtains.

Gemma's stomach churned with nausea.

She didn't dare look at the bathroom door, terrified the man might walk out. She slid off the mattress, her legs trembling so violently she almost collapsed.

Her expensive evening gown lay on the floor, torn at the seams. She pulled it over her head with shaking hands.

She needed to leave. Now.

She grabbed her clutch from the floor. Thinking of Armida's supposed "arrangement," she pulled out five crisp hundred-dollar bills.

She placed the cash under the base of the bedside lamp. A pathetic payment for the complete destruction of her vows.

Grabbing her heels, Gemma ran out of the penthouse door like a fugitive.

The moment the elevator doors slid shut behind her, the man in the bed slowly opened his eyes.

Jakob Fuentes sat up.

The morning light caught the sharp angles of his bare chest. Several deep, red scratch marks trailed down his skin.

His dark eyes landed on the bedside table.

He stared at the five hundred-dollar bills sticking out from under the lamp.

A low, dark chuckle vibrated in his chest.

He reached out and picked up the cash, his long fingers brushing against the paper.

He walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window, his silhouette a stark, unmoving line against the rising sun. An image of the woman flashed in his mind.

It was his sister-in-law. Gemma Gonzales.

His college rival. The woman who was supposed to be a boring, submissive housewife.

He remembered the frantic, desperate energy radiating from her in the dark. He remembered the moment of stunned silence when he realized the truth of her situation.

Married for two years, and still untouched?

Jakob’s jaw tightened. Joseph, his useless half-brother, was truly a pathetic excuse for a man.

He picked up his phone from the nightstand and dialed his assistant's number.

"Pull the security footage from last night's charity gala," Jakob ordered, his voice a low gravel. "Specifically, find out who drugged Gemma Gonzales."

He hung up and looked down at the cash in his hand.

His lips curled into a dangerous, knowing smile.

Five hundred dollars.

He was going to make her beg him to take it back.

The morning sun hit the Manhattan skyline. The complex game had officially begun.

Drugged, Seduced, And Married To His Brother Chapter 2

The yellow cab smelled of stale coffee and cheap air freshener.

Gemma collapsed against the cracked leather backseat. She rolled the window down, letting the freezing morning wind slap against her face.

Her hands shook violently as she dug her phone out of her clutch.

The screen lit up. Fifteen missed calls from Armida.

She pressed the call back button. The phone barely rang once before Armida picked up.

"Gemma! Where the hell are you?"

"Armida," Gemma choked out, her throat burning. "Why was he so… cold?"

The line went dead silent for three agonizing seconds.

"Gemma," Armida said, her voice dropping to a horrified whisper. "I ordered the guy, but you never showed up at the hotel room I booked. I waited for you all night."

A loud ringing sound exploded in Gemma's ears.

Her phone slipped from her sweaty palm, landing on the floorboard.

She had slept with a complete stranger.

Panic wrapped around her lungs like thick vines, squeezing the oxygen out of her. She ended the call and yelled at the driver to step on the gas.

The cab screeched to a halt outside her luxury apartment building near Central Park.

Gemma pulled her torn coat tightly around her body and sprinted through the grand lobby.

She took the private elevator straight to the penthouse.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed the heavy oak door open.

Standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows in the living room was her husband, Joseph.

He wore a custom-tailored suit. He turned around, and there was zero concern in his eyes for his wife who had been missing all night.

Only cold, hard annoyance.

Gemma instinctively pulled her coat collar higher, a desperate attempt to hide herself, to shrink away from the world that now felt tainted and hostile.

Joseph took two steps toward her.

The sickening, sweet smell of a cheap floral perfume hit Gemma's nose.

Her eyes darted to his collar. A bright pink lipstick smudge stained the crisp white fabric.

She looked higher. Right on the edge of his jawline, a fresh, purple bite mark was clearly visible.

The absurdity of the past two years crystallized in that single second. A two-year-long farce had finally reached its curtain call.

Gemma stopped shaking. A cold, hollow laugh escaped her lips.

Joseph's face hardened. He snatched a thick manila envelope from the glass coffee table and threw it down hard.

The papers slid out. The bold black letters at the top read: DIVORCE AGREEMENT.

"Kassandra can't hide anymore," Joseph said, lifting his chin arrogantly. "I have to give her a proper title."

Gemma stared at the papers.

She didn't feel a single ounce of heartbreak. Instead, a massive wave of pure relief washed over her chest.

She bent down and picked up the document, flipping straight to the asset division page.

"Don't make a scene," Joseph sneered, a djusting his tie. "I'll leave you the house in the suburbs. It's more than you deserve."

Gemma looked up. Her eyes were as dead and calm as a frozen lake.

She cut off his speech by picking up the Montblanc pen resting on the table.

She pulled the cap off.

Joseph froze. He blinked, clearly shocked that his usually submissive wife wasn't crying or begging him to stay.

Gemma flipped to the last page. Without a single second of hesitation, she signed her name in smooth, sharp strokes.

She picked up the heavy stack of papers and threw them directly at Joseph's chest.

The pages scattered across the hardwood floor.

Gemma pointed a trembling finger at the front door.

"Get out."

Joseph's face turned purple. His fragile male ego couldn't handle the absolute dismissal in her eyes.

He spun around and stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.

Gemma leaned back against the cold wall, sliding down until she hit the floor.

Cold sweat soaked her back.

Because of one night of absolute madness, she had just ended her two-year marriage without a second thought.

Drugged, Seduced, And Married To His Brother Chapter 3

Down in the lobby, Joseph stormed out of the elevator, aggressively yanking his tie loose.

Sitting on a velvet sofa was Kassandra Baird.

Seeing him, she immediately stood up, swaying her hips as she walked over.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body against his.

"Did she cry a lot?" Kassandra asked, her voice dripping with fake sympathy.

Joseph scowled, his pride bruised. "That woman is just putting on a brave face. She's nothing without me."

A vicious gleam flashed in Kassandra's eyes. She decided she needed to deliver the final blow herself.

"I left my sunglasses upstairs," Kassandra lied smoothly. "I'll be right back, baby."

She pressed the button for the penthouse elevator.

Upstairs, Gemma was in the master bedroom, shoving her clothes into a large suitcase.

The sound of the front door keypad beeping echoed in the hallway. Anticipating the inevitable, Gemma's hand tightened on the phone in her coat pocket. Her thumb instinctively swiped the screen, blindly opening the recording app she had prepped the moment Joseph issued his threats.

Kassandra strutted into the apartment, her stiletto heels clicking loudly against the wood floor.

Gemma stopped folding a sweater. She stared at the intruder with ice in her veins.

Kassandra looked around the room, her eyes judging the expensive decor as if she already owned the place.

She walked over to Gemma's vanity and picked up a limited-edition perfume bottle. She sprayed it into the air, inhaling deeply.

Gemma walked over, snatched the heavy glass bottle from Kassandra's hand, and dropped it straight into the trash can.

Kassandra's face twisted in anger. But she quickly forced a mocking smile and placed a hand over her flat stomach.

She leaned in close. "I'm pregnant with the Roberson heir."

Gemma didn't even blink. "Congratulations. You finally used your uterus to climb the ladder."

Kassandra's smile vanished. She pulled out her phone and tapped the screen.

She shoved the phone in Gemma's face.

It was a photo from last night's gala. Gemma looked completely out of it, her eyes unfocused, being dragged away by a stranger.

"That champagne you drank?" Kassandra whispered maliciously. "I arranged it."

Gemma's pupils shrank. Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides, her nails biting into her palms.

"If you try to take one extra cent in the divorce," Kassandra threatened, "my PR team will send this to every tabloid in the city. The narrative they'll build around you won't be kind."

Gemma fought the violent urge to rip Kassandra's hair out. Her brain worked in overdrive.

Suddenly, Gemma let out a soft laugh.

The sound was so cold it made Kassandra take a step back.

Gemma slowly pulled her hand out of her pocket, revealing her phone. The screen was already lit up, showing a voice recording app. The timer was ticking.

She waved it in front of Kassandra's face.

Kassandra's eyes widened in pure horror. She lunged forward to grab the phone.

Gemma stepped sideways, dodging the attack.

With her free hand, Gemma raised the phone and pressed play. Kassandra’s own voice, sharp and malicious, echoed in the room: "I arranged it." The sound was more shocking than any physical blow.

Kassandra screamed, clutching her head as she stumbled backward.

"If that photo leaks," Gemma said, her voice deadly quiet, "this audio confession goes straight to the NYPD."

Kassandra trembled with rage and fear. She had no leverage left.

Holding her red, swelling cheek, she turned and ran out of the apartment like a beaten dog.

The door clicked shut.

Gemma leaned against the vanity, her heart hammering against her ribs. She needed to pack faster. She needed to disappear.

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