Meanwhile, Amelia Lin slammed her phone onto the table, her hands trembling with fury. Everything she had planned had fallen apart overnight. Lucas was finished—and Leonard had destroyed him effortlessly. Gritting her teeth, Amelia struggled to process it. Lucas was supposed to lure Sophie away or at least make Leonard question her. Instead, Sophie had rejected him outright, and Leonard had crushed him without blinking.
Her breath came fast. Fear slowly crept in. If Leonard ever discovered she was the one who pushed Lucas toward Sophie… She didn't dare finish the thought. Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms.
"No," she muttered, voice shaking with frustration. "I still have a way to break them apart."
A twisted smirk formed on her lips as a new plan began to take shape. If making Leonard jealous didn't work, maybe she could make the world turn on Sophie instead.
"I've got an idea," she whispered, her voice laced with venom. "This time, I won't lose."
If she couldn't have Leonard, she would make sure Sophie lost him.
She leaned back in her chair, mind racing. She still had one last card to play—the engagement that should've been hers. And if Sophie wouldn't walk away willingly… Amelia would force her to.
Her plan was cruel but simple: drug Leonard, seduce him, and trap him in a scandal. Once she was pregnant with his child, Sophie would have no choice but to leave.
*****
Leonard was attending a business dinner that night, commanding attention as always. From a distance, Amelia watched him closely, her eyes sharp with intent. Earlier, she had bribed a waiter to slip a powerful desire-inducing drug into his drink—something meant to blur his judgment and stir desire.
As the evening wore on, she waited patiently. When Leonard finally left the event, his steps uneven and his expression slightly dazed, Amelia made her move.
She stepped out of the shadows in a silky, low-cut dress that hugged her figure, her lips painted a bold red. "Leonard," she said softly, placing a hand on his arm, voice sweet and full of false concern. "You don't look well."
Leonard frowned, his body feeling off—hot, restless, and unsteady. "I'm fine," he muttered, brushing her hand away. "Why are you here?"
Amelia quickly stepped in front of him, smiling. "You don't look well. I'll take you home."
Leonard tried to focus, but the drug was hitting hard now. His heart pounded, and a strange heat crawled under his skin. Something was wrong—he could feel it—but his body wasn't cooperating.
Before he could pull away, Amelia wrapped her arms around him, pressing herself close. "Leonard," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Let me take care of you… the way I always should have."
Leonard tensed, muscles locking as he fought through the fog clouding his mind. His instincts screamed that something was wrong. Gritting his teeth, he shoved Amelia away, his breath ragged. "Amelia," he growled, his voice low and warning, "stay away."
But she didn't back off. Her smirk widened as she stepped toward him again. "Why?" she murmured, pretending innocence. "Your body wants me, doesn't it?" She reached out, her fingers brushing his chest—making Leonard recoil in disgust.
His fists clenched as he fought for control, searching for a way out of this trap.
Then, a voice rang out—sharp, furious, and unmistakable.
"Get your hands off my husband."
The words cut through the air like a blade. Amelia froze. Leonard's hazy mind cleared just enough to recognize that voice—and relief surged through him.
Sophie.
She stood a few feet away, eyes blazing, her presence fierce and unshakable. The fury in her gaze made Amelia flinch. Sophie stepped forward like a storm, radiating strength, her voice cold and unyielding.
Leonard locked eyes with her, his anchor, his clarity. Just seeing her chased away the last of the drug's fog.
Amelia's confidence shattered in an instant. Her twisted plan had failed.
Fortunately Sophie decided to drop by and go home together with Leonard after work—and thank God she did.
Because when she arrived, she saw it all: Amelia clinging to Leonard, his body stiff, his face strained.
Sophie's heart raced, fury and fear surging through her as she stormed forward, heels striking the pavement. Without pause, she grabbed Amelia and yanked her away.
"I said, get your hands off my husband," she snapped, her voice sharp and icy.
Amelia staggered back, glaring as she tried to recover.
"Sophie—" she spat out, but Sophie was already done listening.
She turned to Leonard, gently cupping his face, eyes searching his dazed expression. "Leonard," she whispered, voice trembling. "Can you hear me?"
He was burning up, breathing uneven, his body trembling as he clutched her tightly, like she was the only thing keeping him grounded. "Sophie…" he murmured, his voice rough and strained.
Her stomach dropped. This wasn't alcohol—he'd been drugged. Rage flared in her chest.
Spinning around, she fixed Amelia with a glare that could cut glass. "What did you do to him?" she demanded, voice low and lethal.
Amelia's smirk faltered but quickly returned as she crossed her arms. "I just helped him see who he should really be with," she said coldly.
Sophie's hands shook with fury. Without thinking, she stepped forward and slapped Amelia hard. The sound echoed through the parking lot. Amelia stumbled back, holding her cheek, eyes wide in shock.
"You disgusting, pathetic woman," Sophie hissed. "You think drugging him will make him love you?"
Amelia quickly recovered, smirking again. "Does it matter?" she said in a low voice. "Leonard wanted me. You saw it."
Sophie let out a bitter laugh. "He wasn't reaching for you. He was fighting you."
That wiped the smugness off Amelia's face.
Sophie turned back to Leonard, her heart breaking at the sight of him. She gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder, holding him close.
"Let's go home," she whispered.
Before leaving, Sophie shot Amelia one final glare, her voice cold and sharp.
"Try something like this again," she warned, "and I will make sure the Lin Family will go down."
. The threat was clear. Amelia froze, the fire in her eyes replaced by fear. Sophie didn't wait for a reply—she turned back to Leonard, all her attention now on him. Carefully, she brought him out of the place.
As they drove off, Sophie looked at Leonard as he sat slumped beside her, his skin still warm, his breathing uneven. Sophie reached out, gently brushing his cheek.
"You're safe now," she whispered. "I'm here."
*****
The moment Sophie stepped into their bedroom, Leonard grabbed her wrist, his grip firm but not painful, and pulled her into his arms with a force that took her breath away. His body was hot against hers, his breath heavy and uneven, his dark eyes burning with something raw and unrestrained. Sophie gasped, her heart racing as she looked up at him, her voice trembling as she whispered, "Leonard—"
But before she could say more, he crushed his lips against hers in a kiss that was deep, demanding, and utterly consuming. This wasn't the usual gentle Leonard. This was a man driven by pure, unfiltered need, his desire for her breaking through every barrier of restraint he usually held so tightly.
His hands roamed her body with a possessiveness that left her breathless, gripping her waist, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them. Sophie could feel the heat radiating off him, the tension in his muscles as he fought against his own restraint, his body trembling slightly with the effort. But he wasn't stopping. He wouldn't stop. Not tonight. The drug was pushing him over the edge, stripping away his usual control and leaving behind a version of him that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Sophie tried to steady herself, her hands pressing against his chest as she attempted to speak, her voice soft but urgent. "Leonard, listen to me—"
But Leonard didn't let her finish. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, pressing her against the wall with a gentleness that contradicted the intensity in his eyes. His forehead rested against hers, his breath hot and uneven as he struggled to form words. "Sophie," he rasped, his voice husky, almost desperate. "I need you."
Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to reason with him. "Leonard, you're drugged. You're not thinking clearly—" she began, her voice trembling as she placed her hands on his chest, trying to create some distance between them.
But Leonard only tightened his grip, his lips brushing against her jaw, trailing down her neck with a hunger that left her breathless. "I don't care," he growled against her skin, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down her spine. "I only want you." Sophie's breath hitched as he nipped at her collarbone, his hands sliding down her body with a possessiveness that made her knees weak.
She tried to speak, to stop him, to remind him this wasn't like him—but her voice caught in her throat as his lips moved lower, his grip on her thighs sending her pulse into overdrive. He whispered, voice rough and urgent, "Let me have you, Sophie. All of you." Her heart pounded.
Sophie's fingers tangled in his hair as she melted into his touch, unable to resist the pull between them. "Leonard…" she whispered, her voice barely a breath—full of longing and surrender. He paused, his lips just above hers, eyes burning with need. "Say it. Tell me you're mine." She trembled, heart pounding, her last bit of resistance fading. "I'm yours," she breathed, soft but certain. That was all he needed. With a low growl, he kissed her again—fierce, possessive, a kiss that said everything he felt.
Sophie gave in fully—to his hands, his mouth, the heat of his body. He made her feel like she was his whole world. That night, Leonard didn't hold back. He let go of all restraint, and she met him with the same fire.
Leonard didn't bother with patience. The moment his hands found Sophie's waist, he was done waiting. His fingers hooked into the fabric of her clothes, ripping—buttons scattered, seams tore, and the air between them burned. She gasped as cool air hit her bare skin, but his body was already pressed against her, his cock thick and aching, straining against her thigh. No foreplay. No teasing. Just need.
He lifted her against the wall, her legs wrapping instinctively around his hips. One brutal thrust, and he was inside her, her tight heat swallowing him whole. "Fuck—Sophie," he growled, forehead pressed to hers as he bottomed out. She whimpered, nails raking down his back, but he didn't slow—just pistoned into her, each snap of his hips driving her higher up the wall.
When his climax hit, he didn't stop. He carried her to the bed, flipping her onto her hands and knees without breaking rhythm. The new angle dragged his cock over that sweet spot inside her, and she cried out as he fucked her deeper, one hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. "I'm coming again," he growled after thrusting for a few minutes, and soon, her body shaking as another orgasm tore through her.
He pulled out only long enough to roll her onto her back, her thighs shoved wide as he plunged back in. This time, he braced his arms beside her head, his thrusts slower but harder. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest as he chased his own release. "Look at me when I fill you up," he gritted out—and she did, watching his face twist with pleasure as he came, hot and thick, spilling inside her.
But he wasn't done.
The night burned away in a tangle of limbs and gasped curses.
He dragged her onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he slammed into her from behind—each thrust knocking her forward, her fingers twisting in the sheets to stay upright. She arched back, meeting him stroke for stroke, until the friction burned too bright and she collapsed onto the mattress with a cry.
He didn't let her rest. In one rough motion, he flipped her onto her back, her thighs pressed to her chest as he leaned over her, driving deeper than before. His mouth crashed against hers, swallowing her moans as their bodies locked together, sweat-slick and desperate.
When her legs began to shake, he pulled her sideways, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her close. Now joined at a slower, aching pace, his lips traced her shoulder between whispered filth—every word, every drag of his teeth sending fresh tremors through her.
Each time he came, he barely paused before hardening again, pulling her into another position, another claim.
By dawn, Sophie's body was limp, her thighs sticky with his spend, her cunt still fluttering around nothing. Leonard finally collapsed beside her, dragging her against his chest. His heartbeat pounded under her ear, his breath ragged. "Sophie…" he murmured into her hair, voice rough with satisfaction.
*****
When morning came, Sophie slowly opened her eyes, her body aching in ways she had never felt before, every muscle reminding her of the night they had shared. She turned her head and saw Leonard sleeping beside her, his arm draped possessively over her waist, his face relaxed in a way she rarely saw. Her cheeks flushed deep red as memories of last night came flooding back—the way he had whispered her name like a prayer, the way he had claimed every inch of her, the way he had lost all control, and she had let him. Sophie buried her face in the pillow, heat spreading across her skin as she tried to process what had happened. What had gotten into him last night?
Just then, Leonard stirred, his arms tightening around her as he pulled her closer. Sophie yelped softly as she ended up pressed against his bare chest, the warmth of his skin sending a shiver through her.
Leonard, his voice still husky from sleep, and murmured, "Morning, Sophie." The sound of his voice, low and intimate, made Sophie's heart skip a beat. She swallowed, her cheeks warming as memories of the night before flooded her mind—the way he had touched her, the way he had taken her, the way he had completely lost himself in her.
Her heart pounded as she whispered, "…Leonard? Are you feeling better?" He exhaled slowly, his fingers brushing over her bare skin in a way that made her breath catch. "…I wasn't gentle with you," he murmured, his voice tinged with a mix of regret and something deeper, something raw.
Sophie felt her entire body heat up at his words, her mind replaying the intensity of the night. "No," she admitted, her voice barely above a breath. "You weren't." Leonard's jaw tightened, his expression darkening slightly as he looked at her. "I should have been," he said, his tone heavy with self-reproach.
But Sophie reached out, cupping his face in her hands, her touch gentle but firm. "You were still you," she whispered, her eyes searching his. "Just… a side of you I've never seen before."
Leonard studied her carefully, his gaze intense as if searching for any sign of regret or hesitation. But there was none. Instead, she smiled softly, her voice filled with warmth as she added, "It was different yesterday because of the drug. I didnt know it's so strong. I'm totally fine."
Leonard studied her carefully, his gaze intense, searching her face for any sign of regret or hesitation. But there was none. Instead, Sophie smiled softly, her voice warm and steady as she said, "It was different yesterday because of the drug. I didn't know it was that strong. I'm totally fine."
Then, her smile faded just slightly, replaced by something more vulnerable—honest. She reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers as she looked into his eyes. "If I had to choose between you losing control with me… or waking up beside her," she said quietly, "I'd rather you ruin me a hundred times over." Her voice trembled only slightly, but her eyes were clear. "Because at least then, you were still mine."
Leonard's expression shifted—his breath caught, and something in his gaze darkened with emotion. He pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair as he whispered, "You'll always be mine, Sophie. And I'll never let anyone take me away from you."
Leonard's breath hitched at her words, his grip on her tightening as he buried his face in her neck, his voice a low groan. "…Sophie," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin.