I transmigrated into a novel as the adopted daughter of a wealthy family, while my best friend became their biological daughter. The rich family hated me for taking their daughter’s place and threw me out on the streets. Thankfully, my best friend helped me out and even treated me to high-end escort services at bars. But I mistook the CEO of Thompson Corporation for an escort and confessed to him with a wad of cash. He accepted. After a year of dating, I realized that Lucas was asexual and never touched me. He was also a control freak who kept me locked up at home for three months, not allowing me to go out. I cried to my best friend, “Lucas is an asexual control freak!” She hugged me and complained, “My parents want me to marry a 60-year-old man who’s impotent!” We both burst into tears. “I want to break up. What about you?” “If you break up, I’ll run away from my marriage!” Soon after, a car accident off a cliff supposedly killed both the Bennett family’s biological daughter and their former adopted daughter. Meanwhile, in the romantic city of Paris, two wealthy women appeared, waiting to encounter true love.
I woke up early to make breakfast, the sky barely light outside. After preparing sandwiches and heating milk, I went into Lucas’s room, opened the curtains, and woke him up. “What’s with the sudden kindness? What do you want?” He frowned, his handsome face showing suspicion. “Sophia asked me to go out with her,” I hesitated before continuing, “just to chat.” Lucas stared at me intently, “Is she taking you to bars for escort services again? She’s always a bad influence on you!” I mentally rolled my eyes. He used to be a regular at bars too, and now that he doesn’t go, he won’t let others have fun? Suppressing the urge to argue, I explained softly, “I haven’t been out for three months.” He paused, then reluctantly nodded in agreement. Lucas had a strong need to control me. Three months ago, I quit my job and had no income source, relying on him for all expenses. He kept me confined at home, not allowing me to go anywhere. But after today, he would no longer be able to control me. Because I was meeting Sophia to find a way to break up with him. Sophia and I had transmigrated into this world as the real and fake daughters of a wealthy family. She was the biological daughter, cherished and loved by the rich family after being found. I was the fake daughter, kicked out of the family when my identity was exposed. Due to her family’s interference, Sophia couldn’t directly help me. She could only occasionally send me gifts and cover my expenses for escort services when we went out to bars. That’s how I met Lucas at a bar. In the dim light, his face was stunningly handsome, instantly capturing my heart. Not to mention his muscles, clearly visible even through his shirt. I jokingly asked to book him and even confessed my feelings. Later, I found out he was a VIP guest of the bar owner, not an escort. But he accepted my confession anyway. After a year of dating, I discovered that Lucas was asexual. He was the CEO of his company and always busy. He spent half his time staying at the office working overtime. And when he came home, he always brought work with him. By the time he got into bed next to me, I was either already asleep. Or we would only help each other with our hands, which was hardly satisfying. Although he did respond when I helped him, in a whole year, we never had any substantial physical relationship. Several times, I wanted to threaten him with breaking up. But every time I saw his face, which was exactly my type, I swallowed my words. I didn’t take the initiative, and Lucas became even more distant. In the end, we even slept in separate rooms. Three months ago, the job I had for half a year was ruined again by my former adoptive parents from the rich family. I was sighing and feeling down at home, in a very bad mood. But Lucas didn’t seem to care. He even proposed not letting me go out. After giving me a credit card, he kept me at home every day. A man so asexual, full of bad habits, and without any sense of romance. Even with such a handsome face and good body, I couldn’t take it anymore. I decided to break up with him. But I was also a bit afraid of him. After a year of dating, I knew very well what kind of person Lucas was. If I brought up breaking up first, the consequences would probably be very serious. That’s why I needed to see Sophia, to ask her to help me think of a way.
We hadn’t seen each other for three months. Sophia looked at me with tears in her eyes, scolding me for valuing love over friendship. “We’re best friends, how could you not see me just because you got a boyfriend? This is the first time we’ve been apart for so long, waaah…” I couldn’t help but tear up too. Lucas was asexual and had such strong control issues. After three months, I was almost going crazy staying at home. Such a miserable life, compared to before, was like heaven and earth. Two years ago, when I first transmigrated, I had already been kicked out of the rich family. My work was also suppressed, and I had no money at all. Because I couldn’t pay rent, I was evicted by the landlord. I was in a sorry state, dragging my suitcase along the street. A luxury car stopped beside me and lowered its window, revealing a familiar face. “Ava?” “Sophia?” We recognized each other on the street and hugged each other, crying our eyes out, while passersby looked at us like we were crazy. After that, I moved into one of Sophia’s properties, and only then did I realize we were actually the real and fake daughters. She said she suspected I was the fake daughter when she found out about my existence. She never expected to guess correctly. “Why didn’t you come find me earlier? I’ve been waiting for you for so long, bestie.” “Well, my family wouldn’t tell me anything about you. I had just returned to the family and didn’t know many people, so I had no way to find out about you.” “If I move into your house, won’t your parents find out?” Sophia only then realized the problem and quickly rented another place for me. But it was too late. When her parents found out, they gave her a strict order not to have much contact with me. They even specially arranged a driver to monitor her. But these obstacles were nothing for me and Sophia. We met at bars every time, as that was the only place the driver wouldn’t follow her in. Relying on the gifts Sophia sent me occasionally and some intermittent work, my life was quite comfortable. But three months ago, I was once again suppressed by my former adoptive parents and completely lost my job. I originally didn’t plan to tell Sophia, to avoid putting her in a difficult position. At worst, I would just fulfill the wishes of my former adoptive parents and leave New York. After all, they treated Sophia well, so I had nothing to worry about. But since I quit my job, Lucas’s controlling behavior became more and more severe. I always suspected he had some psychological issues. “Sophia,” I held onto her arm and said seriously, “Lucas is an asexual control freak. He won’t let me see you, but I’ve made up my mind, I want to break up with him!” Sophia was stunned for a moment. Then she hugged me tightly and cried in my arms. I quickly comforted her, “Shouldn’t you be happy? If I break up, we can see each other often again.” She sobbed and said, “I am happy for you, I just thought of myself…” “My parents are forcing me into an arranged marriage, they want me to marry a 60-year-old man. He’s not asexual, but he’s impotent!” “Ava, what should I do?” Sophia and I grew up together like childhood sweethearts. I knew how much she longed for love. Even if she married a scumbag for love and ended up being cheated on, she still believed in love. While I only believed in the power of money. That’s why I confessed to Lucas when I thought he was an escort. As a result, we transmigrated. She was being forced to marry a 60-year-old man. And my belief in money didn’t work out either, instead, I was being controlled by a man. Unable to think of a solution for the moment, I could only comfort Sophia, “Didn’t you say your parents treat you well? They cherish you like a jewel after finding you. If you beg them, they’ll surely soften up.” “Give me some advice first, I really can’t wait any longer to break up.” Sophia pouted and cried out loud, “I’ve already begged them, but they insist on me marrying him. Do you think I can fall in love with a 60-year-old man? I don’t want to marry someone I don’t love…” I thought Sophia was the cherished biological daughter, but it turned out she still had to sacrifice her own happiness. A surge of anger rose in my heart. After crying, Sophia asked me between sobs, “Are you really sure you want to break up?” I nodded. She hugged my shoulders tightly, “Then you break up, and I’ll run away from the marriage!” I hesitated, “With the Bennett family’s power, can you really escape this marriage?” Sophia: “Even if I can’t escape, I have to try. I’d rather die than marry a 60-year-old man!”
As soon as Sophia finished speaking, my eyes lit up. Yes, we could ‘die’! The Bennett family and Lucas had enormous power, if we just hid, we would definitely be found. Only by faking our deaths could we escape their control. After repeatedly confirming that she would rather give up her wealth than go through with the arranged marriage, I told her my idea. The Bennett family was very concerned about our movements, so we had to die together. One after the other would easily arouse suspicion. I told her to look into luxury cruise trips abroad and set a final deadline based on the engagement date. To ensure our future life, I instructed her to sell her luxury items and deposit the money into an overseas bank account… We also planned which country we would settle in. “I like Paris, it’s the city of romance. I’m sure I can find true love there,” Sophia said with dreamy eyes. As we chatted, only an hour passed, and the bar’s night scene was just heating up. But both Sophia’s and my phones rang one after another. Her parents called to urge her to come home. And Lucas told me he had finished work early and was coming to pick me up. I could only arrange to chat with her on the phone and hurried to the back door, leaving the bar before Sophia’s driver came in. Lucas was waiting at the back door. Before I could fasten my seatbelt, the car sped off. The sports car was a convertible, and we drove like lightning to the garage. The wind made my eyes dry, and I got out of the car with a pale face. I must look very disheveled now, he did it on purpose, just wanting to see me look bad! “What’s wrong with you? I was only in the bar for an hour, barely said anything, is there any need to get angry and drive so fast?” I glared at Lucas, unable to help but jab at him. “I’m sorry.” His face was calm as he apologized frankly, which left me not knowing what to say. After entering the house, he broke the silence and asked, “What did you talk about? Did she mention anything about the Bennett family’s arranged marriage?” I was surprised that he also knew about Sophia being forced into marriage. But more than that, I felt guilty, after all, Sophia and I had gossiped about his asexuality. “She said it’s been too long since we met,” I chose my words carefully, “and she invited me to go traveling with her.” “Is she complaining about me?” Lucas examined my expression and said in a flat tone, “You don’t have a job, I let you stay at home to rest, it’s for your own good!” Seeing that I didn’t answer and remained noncommittal, he continued in a harsh tone, “Anyway, I won’t allow you to see her again.” “She’s from the Bennett family, and the Bennetts are competitors with Thompson Corporation. Her approaching you definitely isn’t with good intentions.” I mentally rolled my eyes. He really doesn’t understand my relationship with Sophia. With our years of friendship, I can be sure she would never harm me. But I knew this wasn’t the time to argue, so I just placated him, “You’re right, I’ll do as you say.” Lucas frowned. This was the first time I had expressed an uncooperative, non-compliant attitude. After all, since we started dating, I had always gone along with him and followed his lead. In his view, Sophia and I, as the real and fake daughters, must be enemies. My repeatedly sabotaged jobs were evidence of this. But I knew her difficulties. Her parents hated the fake daughter for taking their place, which didn’t conflict with them being good to Sophia. I didn’t want to make things difficult for Sophia. I had tried to explain to Lucas. But he couldn’t understand at all. How could the real and fake daughters be best friends? Over time, I got tired of explaining to him. I continued to hang out with Sophia in private as usual. Until I lost my last job, and he started forbidding me from going out. Perhaps my placating attitude made Lucas dissatisfied. He turned my body to face him, stared at me intently, and said in a cold tone. “I’m not trying to interfere with your friendships, but Sophia Bennett is not acceptable.” “You can go out and play tomorrow, but you’re not allowed to see her again!” I remained silent for a while, then finally nodded and agreed to his demand. I definitely wouldn’t be seeing Sophia anytime soon, but in the future, we would always be together. Sophia and I were going to escape from this place.
That night, lying in bed. I was discussing the fake death plan with Sophia on my phone. Just thinking about soon being free from Lucas’s control, I couldn’t calm down for a long time. Lucas, who usually worked very late and had been sleeping in a separate room recently, came to the bedroom early, contrary to his usual behavior. After glancing at my phone screen, he declared, “Chatting with Sophia Bennett again?” I quickly turned off the screen and hid under the covers, not answering his question. Lucas lay down beside me, his movements gentle, “Are you still upset that I won’t let you see her?” He sighed helplessly. Moving closer to me, he reached out and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly. I stiffened, not daring to move for a moment. Lucas’s embrace was very warm and gave a sense of security. In our year of dating, what I liked most was cuddling up to him like a sloth. But he was asexual and didn’t like much physical contact with me. Such cozy moments were always rare. So at this moment, I strangely craved this feeling. But I knew it wasn’t right to think this way. Probably any tall man’s embrace would make me feel warm and secure. They wouldn’t be like Lucas, who was asexual and controlling. I didn’t need to give up the whole forest for him. But would other men be as handsome and rich as him, with such a good body? After all, every time we helped each other, his abs and pecs felt really good to touch… A night of wild thoughts. When I woke up, Lucas had already gone to work. After getting ready, I went on a shopping spree at the mall with his credit card, buying lots of gold jewelry. Worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. It’s his own card, might as well use it. After dismissing the driver Lucas had assigned to me, I took the heavy jewelry to an antique shop. The shop owner led me to a back room. I dropped my bag on the table, unzipped it, and revealed the jewelry boxes inside. I felt a secret thrill – the feeling of flashing gold jewelry was really quite nice. The shop owner counted and weighed the items, then put them away in a cabinet and asked, “Didn’t you say before that you weren’t leaving? What made you change your mind now?” I had met her when I first transmigrated here. At that time, I was forced out of work by the Bennett family. It was the shop owner who helped me. She told me she had connections and could get me a quick visa to Europe or America. And it would be a work visa. At the time, I was amazed at her far-reaching connections and was very tempted by her offer. But then I met Sophia, and I gave up on the idea. “Two people,” I said, without answering her question. I sent her Sophia’s and my identity information, “As soon as possible. I don’t have cash, if this jewelry isn’t enough, let me know and I’ll get more.” “Don’t worry, the jewelry is legitimate, I still have all the receipts inside.” The shop owner was a smart woman and didn’t ask why I was in such a hurry to leave the country. “With expedited processing, it can be done in a week. I’ll send you the required documents and papers when it’s time.” Hearing her calm words, I felt relieved. Besides wanting to escape from Lucas, Sophia’s situation couldn’t wait either. Her family had indeed arranged her marriage, and even sent out engagement party invitations. God knows how horrified I was when I saw that electronic invitation yesterday. That night. Lucas again stopped work early and came to the bedroom. Seeing that I had already turned off the lights and gone to sleep, he looked surprised, “Why are you sleeping so early today?” I was a bit nervous, worried he would ask about the gold jewelry purchase. But I guess that amount of money didn’t mean much to him. He didn’t inquire about it. After lying down next to me, he gently took my hand and placed it on his abs. In our year of dating, not having any substantial physical relationship with him had always been my regret. I unconsciously pressed my hand against his abs. Feeling the firm, smooth, and elastic muscles under my hand. Lucas let out a muffled groan, gripping my hand tightly, his fingertips caressing my palm. My heart heated up in response. Now like this, was he trying to seduce me?
He was actively seducing me. With a body and looks like that, wouldn’t I be missing out if I didn’t indulge? Realizing this, I boldly caressed his abs. Inch by inch, feeling his warmth, my hand slowly moved lower. Following my actions, Lucas’s shirt came off, and he let out heavy breaths. Just as I was about to reach the crucial area. He grabbed my wrist and sat up, turning on the bedside lamp. In the dim, intimate light, his well-defined but not overly bulky muscles looked even more tempting. My mind went blank, and I propped myself up, covering his lips with mine. Lucas froze for a moment, then put his hand on the back of my head, deepening the kiss. After several seconds, I could barely breathe. When we parted, a silver thread connected our lips. Before I could catch my breath, a flurry of kisses landed on my body. From my forehead down, passing my earlobe, throat, all the way to just above my chest… I felt like everywhere he kissed was on fire. I looked up at him with raised eyebrows, arching my upper body slightly. At this moment, silence spoke louder than words. Lucas chuckled softly, reassuringly pecked my lips, then buried his head in front of my chest. My chest heaved rapidly, and some soft moans escaped my lips. The next second, his hands also began to roam wildly over my body. “Is this okay?” he asked huskily in my ear, his voice full of desire. I softly agreed, and then a pain came from inside my body. But with his gentle movements, this pain soon turned into pleasure. My hands unconsciously climbed onto his shoulders. He held me tightly in his arms, inescapable, again and again. The intimate atmosphere in the room grew thicker, the dim light casting our intertwined shadows on the wall, entangled all night long. Wasn’t Lucas supposed to be asexual? What happened today? It wasn’t until dawn, when I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open, that he finally let me go. The next day. When I woke up, it was already noon. My body was so sore I didn’t have the strength to get out of bed, and my throat was too hoarse to speak. Fortunately, Lucas had been considerate enough to help clean me up, dress me, and even change the sheets and blanket. I picked up the water glass, took a sip, and put it down with a clinking sound. Lucas, who should have gone to work, quickly opened the door and hurried to the bedside, helping me sit up. I looked down at the marks all over my chest under my nightgown and couldn’t help but frown. I didn’t need to imagine; my neck was probably in a similar state. “Why didn’t you sleep a bit longer?” Lucas asked gently. His voice was unbelievably soft. I examined him, feeling a bit confused and somewhat distressed. Could it be that Lucas wasn’t asexual? For two years of our relationship, no matter how much I initiated, he never responded. Yet just when I had decided to escape his control, he let me have a taste of him. I felt utterly helpless. What a situation this was. Seeing that I didn’t speak, he wasn’t annoyed. He brought in some food and placed it on the bedside table: “You must be hungry, eat something.” I silently took a bite of the soup dumpling and made a request: “I want to go out shopping tomorrow too.” The shop owner had sent me the required documents last night. I had to meet Sophia, get her documents, and then deliver everything to her. Lucas paused, then asked, “Didn’t you shop enough yesterday? The driver said you dismissed him. Where did you go? Don’t do that again in the future.” My heart sank. The little hesitation I had felt because of our physical encounter dissipated. His need for control was really too strong. Softening now would be irresponsible to myself. I turned my back to him, my expression cold. After a while, a voice came from behind: “Remember to take the driver when you go out, don’t lose him.”
A week ago. I once again ditched the driver and went to the antique shop to hand over the documents to the owner. After returning home, Lucas strictly forbade me from going out. But today was Sophia’s engagement party. Even though Thompson Corporation and the Bennett family were competitors, they still had some interactions. Lucas took me to attend the party. The Bennett family had booked an entire floor of a luxury hotel, making quite a grand spectacle. The hall was crowded with people. I drank two glasses of wine and excused myself to go to the bathroom, arriving at the door of the makeup room. Sophia had chased away all the makeup artists, so I slipped in easily. I handed her the sportswear I had prepared in advance, then changed out of my formal dress, only to find that Sophia hadn’t moved at all. I flicked her forehead, “What are you thinking about? Hurry up and change!” Sophia looked up at me and said cautiously, “I want to tell you something.” I narrowed my eyes, “You want to marry that old man?” She glared at me, “It’s about Lucas. He reached an agreement with my parents. If they acknowledge you as the Bennett family’s adopted daughter and let you marry into the Thompson family, my engagement can be called off.” I wavered for a moment, but then thought of Lucas’s increasingly severe controlling behavior. I quickly pushed the thought of his abs out of my mind, suppressing the inexplicable reluctance in my heart. I said coldly, “I have no intention of acknowledging parents who don’t want me. They treated me so badly before, I won’t degrade myself.” Sophia saw that I had made up my mind and let out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you don’t want to. If you gave up breaking up for my sake, I would feel guilty to death.” “But if you really regret it, I’ll definitely stay to help you. It all depends on your choice.” I hugged her gratefully and urged her to change clothes. Then, we followed a bribed service staff member, taking the VIP elevator down to the parking lot. A van was already waiting at the elevator exit. The antique shop owner stuck her head out from the driver’s seat and greeted us. Just as we got in the car, another VIP elevator showed someone coming down. I hurriedly urged the shop owner to drive away. As the vehicle started, the elevator doors opened, and a group of people poured out. The head of the Bennett family and Lucas were at the front, followed by many bodyguards. Several bodyguards rushed over to try and stop us. The steady van drove off at sports car speed, leaving them far behind. As the car left the parking lot, three cars appeared parked side by side, blocking the exit. Even if someone wanted to chase, they would have to move the cars first. This was arranged by Sophia, who had paid for it. The car drove to the port, arriving just in time for the final check-in of our pre-booked luxury cruise. The shop owner handed us our passports and gave me a backpack. The bag was full of military compressed biscuits. Hurriedly checking in with Sophia, we boarded just as the cruise ship was retracting its gangway. I felt relieved and turned to look at the shop owner on the shore. She was gesturing for me to check my phone. I opened our chat, and a voice message came through the speaker: “I’ll fake a car accident in the country to create the illusion of your deaths. Your ID documents will also be cancelled. Good luck.” I replied with a simple “okay.” My anxious heart finally settled down. This was the last step of faking our deaths, and the reason I had given the shop owner so much gold jewelry. Just getting passports wouldn’t have cost nearly that much. After coming up with the idea of faking our deaths to escape, I immediately thought of the shop owner. With her extensive connections, she could surely help us cover our tracks. Sure enough, she did it. The cruise ship set sail, heading out to sea. Sophia and I followed a steward to our room. The cruise sailed for twenty days, with nightly banquets. We had originally planned to go out and eat. But on a cruise departing from New York, people at the banquets might recognize me and Sophia. We could only hide in our room, relying on the compressed biscuits in the backpack to stave off hunger. When the biscuits ran out, we could only sneak out to eat after the nightly banquets ended. After twenty days, Sophia and I looked pale and sickly from hunger. But the cruise ship had also arrived in the country of the city of romance. We had escaped. 7
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