Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1002

Ariana suddenly remembered—Trey had mentioned before why Winnie's mother had entrusted her assets to the Olson family.

It was because Winnie's father was a criminal, and she herself had been violated by him.

After giving birth to Winnie, she had never placed any hope in the child.

And then there was the matter of blood—like father, like daughter. Winnie had taken after her biological father: unruly by nature, and lacking her mother's talent.

Before Ariana could finish speaking, Trey silenced her again. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the surging heat and intensity of the man above her.

…

Meanwhile, Veronica followed behind her family's car, driving at a steady distance.

She had long known about her parents' plan for tonight.

The moment she received her mother's message, she got in her car and trailed after them.

How could she possibly miss seeing Winnie brought to ruin?

In high spirits, Veronica casually turned on some music.

Several cars pulled into a remote hotel one after another.

Only after everyone had gone upstairs did Veronica slowly step out of her car. She adjusted her mask and baseball cap, then quietly followed.

Her phone was clenched tightly in her hand—she intended to capture Winnie at her most miserable, replaying it again and again for her own satisfaction.

But as she rode the elevator up and walked toward the room, the corridor felt eerily silent.

The men who had escorted Winnie upstairs were nowhere to be seen.

The stillness in the hallway was unsettling.

She checked the room number on her phone again.

No mistake.

Veronica stepped closer, her hand brushing lightly against the door.

At that moment, the door creaked open slightly.

It hadn't been shut.

A flicker of delight rose in her chest. Her mother must have arranged everything—left the door this way on purpose, just so she could come and enjoy the show.

But had Winnie already been drugged unconscious? Why was there no sound at all?

Veronica pushed the door open and slipped inside.

"I'm not Winnie… you've got the wrong person!"

Veronica forced herself to calm down.

She knew exactly what kind of men her mother had found for Winnie. Every single one of them came from the lowest rungs of society—men with criminal records. As vile as they could possibly be.

But something was wrong. Where was Winnie?

She had clearly seen her being escorted inside by her father's people!

"You're pretty quick-witted," one of the men sneered. "But it won't help. Your photo's already on our phones. If it's not you, then who is it?"

Another man stepped forward, and together they roughly yanked off her cap and mask, wrenching her face upward.

Veronica's eyes widened as she screamed hoarsely, "Take a good look! I'm Veronica Olson—the real heiress of the Olson family!"

The men paused, pulling out their phones to compare.

Just as Veronica thought she might finally be saved, the leader drove a kick into her stomach.

A slap followed immediately after.

"Damn it—almost got fooled by you. If you're not Winnie, then who the hell is Winnie?"