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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Oh my god, how did I get a hickey on my neck?! I'm a virgin for goodness sake!!" Stella let out a scream of horror.
When she opened her eyes, she saw her pale skin reflected in the large, dull mirror frame opposite the bed she was lying in. Stella quickly sat up and grabbed the bedsheets to cover herself, noticing that she was naked. She gently touched her head, which was throbbing, as she tried to remember where she was and what exactly happened last night. "Did I drink too much last night? Where am I? How did I get here? This bed sheet doesn't feel like mine." She let out a moan, still confused, as she looked around the room while blinking her eyes rapidly. Stella tried to stand up from the bed and look for her phone when she noticed that her clothes were on the bed and there were also a man's ragged clothes scattered around. “AHH! A pervert in my bed!" She shouted, which made the naked and muscular man lying down beside her quickly stand up from the bed and look at her with shock on his face. "This can’t be happening. I’m supposed to be meeting with my fiancé today! I shouldn’t be in bed with a homeless man like you!" Stella yelled while trying to put her clothes on quickly and cover her boobs and naked body. "My name is Declan, I’m not a homeless, and I will never harass any woman in my life “ said Declan, but Stella turned around to Declan. He looked muscular, fit, and had thick curly hair that covered most of his face. But she didn't care about this. It's not about looks. It's about money and power . And unfortunately, he looks poor. "Just look at your old thrift clothes on the floor, and your ugly tattoos! I can't believe I was taken advantage of by a poor dog like you!” Stella yelled back, trying to fight the tears running down her face as she wore her vintage Dolce and Gabbana custom dress and designer shoes that cost about 200,000 thousand dollars. Her outfits alone could feed a lot of orphanages, and she seems like a spoiled brat. "Let's not insult each other. I'm not a dog, and we can calm down. I don't know how I got into this position either. I'm confused and I don't even know you, Miss," Declan said, putting on his trousers while looking away, not wanting to stare at the blood on the old white bed sheets. He had no idea who the lady was or how he ended up spending the whole night with her. "Leave me alone and get out," Stella said, trying to walk, but she tripped and almost fell down. Her body was so sore, and her legs were wobbly. Declan ran with the speed of light to catch her from falling when the room to their hotel suddenly opened and several cameramen flashed their cameras at Declan and Stella. They kept taking pictures of them in a very awkward and provocative manner; Declan was shirtless and Stella’s gown was drawn up, revealing her naked long legs. "No, no, no! Stop that! My life will get more terrible if these pictures leak to the newspaper and social media even though it is already ruined! Don’t let them post that on the internet!" Stella shouted now crying and screaming with so much anger while she tried to cover the bruises on her legs and thighs. This made Declan feel bad and worried for her. Declan walked to the door where there were about seven paparazzi men trying to get in while they kept taking pictures of their every move. "You should all leave right now, I don’t want to repeat myself because If I do, things will get messy !” Declan warned them, and the paparazzi laughed and mocked him. "Look at this homeless idiot feeling like a hero." "You're out of line. We're here for her, not you dumb church rat “ One insulted him and the others laughed. Before they could blink, Declan punched the man so hard that blood started dropping from his nose. Declan grabbed the man's camera and stepped on it until it broke. This made the other paparazzi men attack him with their large bodies. The hotel room suddenly became a battlefield. Declan was up against seven hefty men who were all trying to attack him at the same time. But they were no match for Declan. He was fast, precise, and kept punching them in strategic points—eyes, nose, neck, and lower stomach. All of them crumpled and whined in pain. "Who the fuck is this guy!" "How is he so strong?!" "Is he even human?" "Ouch my groin hurts!" "Should we call the police?" One of them asked. "No, we were here on a contract, and we might be fined for trespassing," one of the paparazzi men said in pain as he tried to stand up from the floor and move his painful legs. "You guys should delete those pictures, or I will find you and you won't like what happens next. This is just a warm-up," Declan said angrily, breathing hard and clutching his hands which were bruised and bloody. He gave them one look before looking back at the hotel room. That’s when he noticed that the lady was not in there. He looked around but couldn't find her. She just vanished, and he could only smell the scent of her flowery perfume lingering in the room. "Well, what a way to start my morning," Declan said as he went outside the hotel room and picked up his phone to make a call. "Chad, pick me up. I just sent you the address," he said, but he didn't know that one of the paparazzi men had hidden behind a flower plant to take more pictures of Declan fighting and beating the hell out of the paparazzi single-handedly. After a few minutes, a black, custom-made, bulletproof Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG SUV—which cost about 50 million dollars—picked Declan up from the hotel. It was a pretty shocking sight, seeing such a fancy car come to pick up someone dressed in joggers and cheap shirts.
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Chapter Two "Boss, where are we going?" Chad asked Declan who was busy on the phone. "Take me home, the Police Commission wants to see me," Declan said, his mind still on the phone as he checked the stock markets to make sure his money and investments were doing well. He usually did this at night, but last night was a mystery to him, he didn't know who the lady was and how he ended up spending the night with her. He only remembered going jogging last night, but he's a busy guy and doesn't have time to think about silly things like that. He did feel a pang of guilt, though, because the lady was indeed a virgin. Chad drove the car into a large mansion at the far end of town. The gates and walls were so high and the security so tight that the automated gates even required fingerprints before they would open. Declan stepped out of the car and into the massive living room, which had high ceilings with drooping chandeliers made of real diamonds. "Ahh, Doctor Declan. I'm so hono
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Chapter Three “He looks decent enough, we can manage him as a son In-law of this prestigious family as long as he hides his hideous tattoos and doesn’t do anything to embarrass our rich reputation to the public” The room fell silent as Grandmother Kingston declared her decision ignoring the daggers Declan and Stella were sending to each other. “We're having the wedding this Sunday at the church. It will be small low key gathering , just family and close friends to avoid scandals and not to make the public suspect that Stella is only getting married because she is pregnant . The rumors will be bad for the family business." Stella's mother tried to protest. "Mother, my daughter Stella is a pure virgin. A good girl , I know she is not pregnant and deserves to marry from a rich family or royalty. I think it's too soon to plan the wedding with this homeless and wretched looking man whom I’m sure won’t add any importance or 1 dollars to the family business —" "No, no one dares to
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Chapter Five As Declan and Stella moved to a quieter part of the club, a few of Denver's friends who watched the exchange between Declan and Denver, began to mock Declan. Their voices were loud and their words cut through the noise of the crowd, hurling insults towards him."He looks like he should stick to beer, doesn't he?" one of them laughed loudly, catching the attention of nearby partygoers."Yeah, can he even afford a sip of the champagne we're drinking?" another added, his tone dripping with disdain.Declan, overhearing the comments, turned to face them. His expression was calm, but his eyes were sharp. He approached the group, with Stella a step behind, observing quietly."You think I can't afford it?" Declan asked, his voice even but loud enough for others around to hear."Why don't you buy your own drink then? Show us if you can match what we drink," one of Denver's friends taunted, smirking confidently.Without responding verbally, Declan pulled out his credit card and s
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Chapter SixDenver stormed out of the VIP room, his face red with anger and embarrassment. The loud music of the club pounded in his ears as he pushed through the crowd.He was tipsy, and his vision blurred slightly, but his anger fueled him as he staggered toward the stage where the DJ was busy playing music.On stage, a young man was busy adjusting a microphone. Denver didn't care who he was; he just wanted to yell at someone, anyone since he couldn’t yell at Declan, who had embarrassed him."Hey!" Denver shouted as he climbed onto the stage. The music drowned out his voice, but he moved closer, poking the man's shoulder roughly. The man turned, surprised."Can I help you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow."You think you're so great, don't you?" Denver slurred, jabbing a finger at the man's chest."Well, you're not!"The man frowned, stepping back. "Do I know you?" he asked, clearly confused."You're about to," Denver sneered, but before he could continue, someone from the crowd shoute
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