CEO's Passion: Love by Mistake

Chapter 1

When Natalie Smith opened her eyes, it was already 3 a.m.

A man was lying beside her with his face away from her, appearing to be deeply asleep.

Looking at his bare back, she recalled what happened a few hours ago. Just the thought of how he had taken her five times last night had her cheeks blushing a bright red in embarrassment.How does this guy have so much stamina? Ugh... great, now even walking will hurt.

She moved silently away from the bed while struggling to endure the pain shooting through her. Gritting her teeth, she put her clothes back on and slowly made her way out of the presidential suite, taking all her belongings with her. Just as she exited the room, a figure stepped in front of her and stopped her in her tracks.

“So how did it go? Is the deed done?”

It was her paternal half-sister - Jasmine Smith.

“Yup,” Natalie replied with a nod.

“Are you sure he didn’t see your face?” Jasmine pressed urgently.

After all, the man inside the room was supposed to be the chief judge of the Fashion Contest - Sid Luft, a man in his fifties.

Earlier, he promised Jasmine that she would be the winner of the contest, but on one condition - that she had to sleep with him for one night.

of money at that moment. Thus, she made a deal with Jasmine - that she would take her place

who was still waiting at the hospital for her. That one million would be enough for him to

lips curved into a smirk before she took out a bank card from her bag. Handing it to Natalie, she said in faux

as she kept it. Not wanting to waste any more breath on the other woman, she

brother’s medical bills, she would never have

the dark room. She took off her clothes and

gave the man

alcohol he had imbibed last night. Despite that, he vaguely remembered pinning a woman beneath him. That

responsibility for what I

voice rang out in the silent room, sounding particularly pleasing.Wait a

Jasmine bolted upright in bed and

beside her. To her surprise, the sight that greeted her was not that of Sid’s wrinkled old face, but that of a young and extraordinarily handsome

at the revelation, she recognized that

than Shane Thompson - J City’s most

processing the identity of the man before her, Shane had already climbed out of

and clean. He walked towards Jasmine as she continued to gawk at this Greek God of a man. Reaching into his jacket, he took out a glossy name card and handed it to her. “My contact number

obsidians glint brightly as they stared out of a well-defined face. His sharp nose and thick brows complemented his eyes even more, with a gaze that was seemingly capable of drawing a person’s soul out of their body at any moment. Now, he