My Destiny Is To Become Billionaire’s Wife

While the birthday party is lively and joyful, Ansel suddenly experiences some strange symptoms in his body. He feels tired and weak, but at the same time, he senses an unnatural surge within his body. Standing close to Ansel, Mrs. Hani observes his expressions and notices that the aphrodisiac has started to take effect. Mrs. Hani approaches, pretending to be concerned, and asks Ansel.

“Ansel, what’s wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?”

“I feel uncomfortable inside.” Ansel replied, struggling to cope with the changes in his body. The stimulation from the aphrodisiac spread throughout Ansel’s body, making him feel like fiery particles were spreading through every cell. His senses become heightened, sounds become clearer, and light becomes brighter. Ansel had never felt like this before. It wasn’t due to alcohol intoxication; Ansel was sure of that. He rarely drinks to excess and always maintains that habit in moderation.

“You must have had too much to drink. Hurry up and go rest in your room,” Mrs. Hani advised.

“Yes, mom,” Ansel said, obediently following her advice.

Noticing Ansel stumbling, Mrs. Hani called over a male servant and instructed him to escort Ansel to the prepared room. The servant complied and helped Ansel out of the party. As Ansel left, Mrs. Hani happily sent a text message to Desi, informing her of the progress.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Desi had prepared herself to execute the plan to trap Ansel.

Following Mrs. Hani’s instructions, the male servant escorted Ansel to the room where Desi was waiting. However, due to her fear of arousing suspicion about her intentions towards Ansel, Desi hid in the bathroom while the staff brought Ansel into the room. After laying Ansel on the bed, the servant quickly left the room.

As soon as the door closed, Desi emerged from her hiding spot. The first thing she did was lock the bedroom door. Then, Desi put the key in her pocket and slowly approached the bed to get closer to Ansel.

Seeing Ansel, who was helpless and contorting his body from time to time, brought a satisfying smile to Desi’s face. Just a little bit more, and Desi’s plan would be successful. She slowly laid down next to Ansel, casually hugging him.

“It won’t be fun if you sleep like this, Ansel.” Desi smirked, gently touching Ansel’s handsome face. Her damaged hand caressed his cheek.

“Ansel, wake up, my darling.” She softly patted his cheek. Desi was assessing Ansel’s condition.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Feeling a gentle tap on his cheek, Ansel’s eyes fluttered open, and as his gaze fully encountered the sight before him, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. A familiar face met his gaze, exuding allure.

“When you look at me like that, Erica, you appear absolutely stunning,” Ansel remarked.

Ansel chuckled mischievously. His eyes became unfocused, and he was unable to concentrate on a specific point. Ansel’s voice became unnatural, and Ansel struggled to express his thoughts.

“Oh, dear! Desi silently cursed upon hearing Ansel call out Erica’s name.

“Why did you cut your hair, Erica? I prefer your long hair.” Ansel gently ran his fingers through her hair, looking deeply into her eyes.

‘Never mind what he says. Tonight, I just do what I want.’ Desi smirked, satisfied with the thought.

“Stay calm, Ansel. If you want me to keep long hair, I can do that to please you.”

Changing positions and using her hands as support, Desi looked seductively at Ansel.

“Feeling hot, Ansel?” Desi teasingly asked, enjoying the moment.

“Yes, I feel very hot. It’s quite uncomfortable,” Ansel admitted.

“Perhaps you’re feeling suffocated. Let me help you take off your clothes.” Desi slowly but confidently began unbuttoning Ansel’s shirt.

Just as Desi had opened the second button of Ansel’s shirt, her movements abruptly halted as Ansel changed positions, with Desi now beneath him while Ansel was on top.

“Why don’t we start with your clothes, Erica? Don’t you feel hot?” Ansel smirked as he brought his face close to Desi’s ear.

Ansel, who was about to whisper something in the ear of the person he thought was Erica, stopped his activity when he smelled a strange scent invading his sense of smell.

‘This is not Erica’s scent.’ With a flicker of remaining sanity, Ansel successfully identified that. Erica never wore a fragrance. From that realization, Ansel started thinking clearly. His consciousness was constantly struggling to rescue him from temptation and wake his body from a state of loss of control.

Upon realizing that, Ansel quickly stood up to distance himself from the girl he had mistaken for Erica in order to keep his body away from her. Ansel’s action left Desi momentarily bewildered.

“Ansel, what’s wrong?”

Ansel blinked and shook his head several times to regain focus and alleviate his dizziness. Ansel began to recognize that the woman in front of him was not Erica; it was Desi.

“What’s the matter, Ansel? Are you scaring me?” Standing up and approaching Ansel again, Desi reached out to touch Ansel’s face.

“Ansel, it’s late at night; we should go to bed. Come here with me; tonight I will be yours. The two of us will be together.”

Desi’s seductive words came to an abrupt halt as Ansel brushed away the hand that was about to touch him.

“Disgusting.” Ansel spat, glaring at Desi with a look of hate.

“Don’t say that, Ansel. How could you speak of me like that?” Desi immediately reproached, “I feel hurt by your words.”

On the surface, Desi portrayed herself as pitiable upon hearing Ansel’s insult, but deep inside, she reveled in delight as Ansel scolded and disregarded Erica. ‘Unpredictably, you speak such ugly words about the person you claim to love. How satisfying would it be if Erica were to discover this? This is truly a delight,’ Desi thought to herself.

“Shut up!” Ansel snapped, shaking his head and trying to maintain his focus. “And stay away from me.”

“Ansel, what’s wrong with you? Why do you want to keep away from me?” Desi maintained a tone of accusation. “Aren’t you in love with me? Well, let me tell you, Ansel, I love you too.”

While saying that, Desi brazenly approached Ansel.

“Stop acting, Desi Scott,” Ansel said. “You truly disgust me.”

Desi’s footsteps stopped momentarily. Though slightly taken aback by Ansel’s words, she quickly regained her composure and pretended to respond:

“What are you saying, Ansel? I am Erica,” Desi insisted stubbornly. “Don’t you recognize me, Ansel?”

“Shut up, or I’ll kill you,” Ansel angrily threatened. “Don’t you dare impersonate Erica like that. Erica is not a despicable person like you.”

Knowing that she had been completely exposed, Desi showed no sign of fear. She believed that Ansel couldn’t escape from her tonight. Therefore, Desi arrogantly and daringly challenged Ansel.

“Ansel, I’m doing this because I love you. Please don’t treat me coldly.” Desi suddenly attempted to touch Ansel’s face again, but her hand abruptly stopped when Ansel quickly grasped her wrist.

“You’re hurting my hand,” Desi moaned as Ansel tightened his grip even more.

“Stay away from me, you cheap whore. Before I do things that you can’t even imagine,” Ansel threatened, slapping Desi’s hand harshly.

“Whatever you want to do to me, Ansel, do it. I’m willing to offer myself completely to you,” Desi said, seductively laughing as she slowly removed her robe. Desi showed no shame as she stood naked in front of Ansel.

“Never dare to hope to be by my side, not even in your thoughts, for you are not worthy,” Ansel mocked, looking at Desi with disdain.

Tears poured from Desi’s eyes, unable to be restrained any longer in the face of Ansel’s derogatory words. Ansel, on the other hand, remained indifferent and unburdened by Desi’s tears, showing no care or remorse for the emotional distress he caused her. Right now, Ansel just wants to get out of this dangerous state as soon as possible. He didn’t want to succumb to his desires tonight, knowing that he would regret it tomorrow.

Ansel tried to utilize the remaining shreds of his willpower to maintain control and stay composed.