Billionaire's Sweetheart

Chapter 1

Waking up by the blinding sunlight, Felicity Warner opened here yes with a splitting headache.

What she saw was an unfamiliar room, and then her eyes looked down and saw clothes scattered all over the floor.

Widening her eyes sharply, she used one hand to support her back, trying her best to recall what happened last night.

She had been knocked unconscious. She really had no memory of what happened last night.

At this moment, there was not a single strand of cloth on her body. The faint burning sensation of pain on her body stimulated her nerves.

Even the dullest person should know what had happened.

Felicity endured the pain of her body and pulled the quilt tightly around herself.

There was a lingering smell of lust in the air...

Because she overheard her stepmother scolding her mother for being a mistress, she was so furious. She let her stepbrother, who made fun of her, fell down from the balcony.

Subsequently, she was knocked unconscious by her stepmother and stepsister.

As soon as she woke up, she was in this hotel.

Felicity pushed herself off the bed in anger and quickly picked up her clothes. Suddenly, a watch fell off...

On the back of the chair beside her, there was a men's suit jacket...

Felicity angrily threw the watch against the wall. He had taken away her innocence, so did he just use a watch to get rid of her?

Go to hell!

She walked to the bathroom, and her bruised face reflected in the mirror.

Her two eyes were black to the point that they turned purple, and her eyes were swollen. A pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes now became narrowed eyes.

Felicity looked at her bruised face and thought back to the scene of her stepmother and stepsister violently beating her up yesterday. She was a little scared and resentful. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Which bastard was so uncritical that he could have sexual desire facing her face? He was simply a beast.

Felicity ruthlessly scrubbed herself multiple times, just like she was going to wash off a layer of skin. Only then did she leave the hotel on two slender legs.

Ten minutes later, the other room door of the hotel opened, and a charming young girl walked out.

The girl looked proud and complacent as she quickly walked to Felicity's room. She took out a room card from her bag and opened the door.

Looking at the messy bed, she laughed maliciously.

Following that, she forcefully lifted the quilt, and the white sheet was speckled with blood. She gritted her teeth and said, "She was indeed a virgin. So, she and Calvin have been together for two years, and nothing really happened. Great, if Calvin knows that she is not a virgin anymore, he will definitely break up with Felicity."

Christina was going to take photographs, as proof for her mom to see.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

Christina was shocked. She walked to the door with a guilty conscience, opened the peephole, and peeked outside.

"Who is out there? For what?" Christina asked with great momentum.

"I am here on behalf of my Young Master to thank you for saving his life." The man outside said respectfully.

Christina was startled. After hearing the word "thank you," she immediately extended her hand to open the door.

The man outside the door gestured to the two bodyguards in black behind him, and the two men

immediately rushed in.

"Hey, what are you guys doing..." Christina was so scared that her face turned pale.

"Don't worry, Miss. We are only confirming that my Young Master did indeed spend the night in this room." The man still maintained his polite attitude.

"Your Young Master?" Christina's eyes widened a little.

At this time, two bodyguards walked out quickly. One of them was holding a suit jacket, while the other man was holding onto a watch.

The young man took the jacket and the watch and looked them over, then he respectfully gave Christina a name card, "This is my Young Master's name card. Congratulations, my Young Master will help you fulfill any of your wishes."

"Who is your Young Master?" Christina hesitated, but still reached out to take the card.

"Edward Hughes!" The man enunciated the name clearly.

Christina was stunned!

Five years later!

In the economy class on the international airline flying to America, a few girls were holding onto their phones and secretly taking photos of a pair of cute babies.

The little boy wore a small checked shirt, with a pair of grey jeans. There was a pair of large eyes as brilliant as a gem under his neat and black bangs. Furthermore, under his small, exquisite nose were thin, red lips, which were moist and breathtakingly beautiful.

Beside him, there was a little girl of the same age, exquisite as a doll. She had waist—long black hair and thick bangs that covered her snow—white forehead, and she wore a shiny gemstone hairpin. Her crystal—bright eyes were just like the little boy's, her cute little face was as beautiful as a most exquisite doll, and her little mouth was pouting slightly as she bit on a lollipop. She was so sweet that people couldn't move their eyes away.

"Sis, stop taking pictures of us. If you continue, I'll get angry!" Noticing that the girls were secretly taking photos, the little boy immediately tried to persuade them with a childish voice.

The girls more than 20 years old next to him immediately felt embarrassed and turned off the camera with a flushed face.

"Oh my god, what cute and beautiful babies. I can't take it anymore. I want to steal them!"

"Can't you see that a woman is sitting beside them? Their mom is here, so don't overthink."

Besides a pair of cute babies, a young girl was napping, leaning against the back of a chair.

The girl had snow—white skin and a small face with melon seeds. Her waist—long hair had been pulled to the side and tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a loose black T—shirt and white denim shorts. She looked very pure.

"Brother, do you want to wake Mummy up? Mummy hasn't had lunch yet!" The little girl asked in her

childish voice as she looked at the little boy beside her.

"Let Mummy sleep a little longer. It's still early." The little boy was her older brother. Although he was still young, there was something intelligent about him. His pair of beautiful big eyes gave off wisdom incongruous with his age. His eyes were calm and collected, unlike the naive and adorable little girl beside him.

"Mummy is so pitiful to stay up all night working." On the little girl's cute little face, there was a hint of pity.

"Arya, don't make our mother angry anymore, okay?" Abraham stroked his sister's little head as he advised her like a little adult.

"Mm, I'll be good!" Arya's tender little face immediately bloomed into a considerate smile.

Half an hour later, the plane stopped at American Capital International Airport.

"Mummy, it's time to get off the plane!" The little boy reached out his little hand, gently pushed at Felicity's arm, and whispered into her ear.

"Ah..." Felicity woke up from a deep sleep, reached out to rub her sleepy eyes, and looked down at the two cute little babies, then the corners of her beautiful mouth curled up.

"Sorry, Mummy is too tired. Have you guys eaten something?" Felicity looked apologetically at the boy —girl twins and asked gently.

"We've eaten all the bread and drunk a bottle of milk. Mummy, are you hungry? I left you bread and

milk!" Arya smiled sweetly, and she was adorable.

Felicity sighed in relief and shook her head, "I'm not hungry. Let's go!"

After undoing the seat belts of the two babies, Felicity took them by the hands and walked out of the cabin.

After five years, she finally came back!