Reborn Heiress: Taking Back What Is Rightfully Hers!
Chapter 561: A Night of Chaos (Extra Story)

Chapter 561: A Night of Chaos (Extra Story)

Fate has a way of orchestrating unexpected encounters—one moment, one meeting, and a person’s life trajectory could shift entirely.

Ever since Aurora filmed a music video in Country W, where she encountered a group of thugs causing trouble and was rescued by Everett just before she was about to be defiled, she had been keeping tabs on him.

However, it was merely observation; she had no ulterior motives. All she wanted was to sing, act, and be a dedicated artist.

Bosses like Eric and companies as ideal as LXL were rare—perhaps one of a kind in the world. Because of this, Aurora put her utmost effort into everything she did.

As time passed, Everett faded from her thoughts. She had called him once to express her gratitude, only to be met with an abrupt, impolite hang-up.

Given Everett’s well-known misanthropy, Aurora concluded that his actions that night had been purely instinctual, devoid of any deeper intention.

After finishing the MV shoot, Aurora took a break at home. That day, the rain was relentless. Resting her chin on her hand by the window, she absentmindedly watched Rachel, utterly bored.

Her entire demeanor exuded laziness. Her flawless, porcelain-like skin carried a faint flush, and her clear, bright eyes reflected the curtain of rain outside. With long, slender fingers, she traced her name repeatedly on the fogged-up glass.

Suddenly, a Maybach pulled up beneath her apartment building.

The sleek luxury car caught Aurora’s attention, prompting her to lift her gaze. The car door swung open, and a tall man dressed in black strode toward the building’s staircase.

Within moments, his figure vanished.

The Maybach remained parked outside.

Aurora felt an odd sense of familiarity with that man’s silhouette. As she recalled who he might be, her brows knitted together.

Though he had once been her savior, she could never forget the way he had ruthlessly gripped her chin that night, nearly crushing it.

"Women are all the same. Clinging to me, hoping to climb into my bed?" His bloodthirsty eyes had glinted with disdain and contempt, his handsome face twisted in disgust.

"No... I was just having a nightmare and must have moved unconsciously... I’m sorry, Everett!" Aurora had been utterly panicked at that moment. She hadn’t even been dressed inappropriately, yet he had mercilessly kicked her off the bed.

She had crashed onto the cold floor, the back of her head throbbing as if it were about to split open.

The man never spared her another glance, but the scorn and derision in his expression spoke volumes.

Aurora knew he had completely misunderstood her. She was not the type to seduce men for favors. If she had been, she would have long since warmed the bed of that affluent young master from O City who had been infatuated with her.

It was precisely because she had refused to bow to the unspoken rules of the industry that, despite possessing a voice like an angel’s, she had struggled until the age of twenty-five before finally getting her break—winning first place in LXL’s singing competition.

Now, at twenty-six, she had already made a name for herself. Just last year, after signing with LXL, she had won a prestigious award with just one song—an award that had propelled many artists to fame.

Lost in thought, Aurora was startled by a sudden knock on the door.

She jumped off the bed and hurried to the entrance. Peeking through the peephole, she saw Everett leaning against the wall. His bangs were damp from the rain, droplets trickling down his chiseled face.

His features were tense, yet his furrowed brows exuded a lazy, almost seductive charm.

Aurora hesitated. Why would he come looking for her on a rainy night like this?

This man was not one to be easily approached. The last time she had called to thank him, he had coldly hung up on her without a word. To Aurora, her so-called savior was nothing short of an enigma.

The doorbell rang again.

Aurora figured Everett wouldn’t pull anything reckless. If he were truly a depraved predator, he would have already taken what he wanted that night.

Aurora gritted her teeth and hurried back into her room, quickly changing into a more conservative outfit before tossing her thin nightgown into the laundry. Only then did she step forward to open the door.

As soon as she did, Everett pushed his way inside, his strong frame squeezing through before he slammed the door shut and locked it.

Aurora lifted her head, staring at his strikingly handsome face, her voice trembling as she stammered, "Everett... y-you... what are you doing here so late...?"

Before she could finish speaking, her collar was yanked up, and her slender frame was lifted off the ground. By the time she realized what was happening, she was already pinned against the door.

What the hell...?

Her eyes widened in shock, but before she could react, her soft lips were captured in a forceful kiss. The unfamiliar sensation of a man’s breath overwhelmed her, making her dizzy.

Aurora had a boyfriend—Alexander, a gentle and refined man, always courteous and kind.

And yet, she couldn’t comprehend what was happening now. Didn’t Everett have an aversion to women? Hadn’t he always kept his distance?

A thousand frantic questions flooded her mind, but there was no time to process them. She struggled, trying to push him away.

The moment her delicate hands moved, Everett’s large ones clamped over them, pinning them firmly against the door.

The heat of his breath, the taste of alcohol on his lips, and a strange, lingering scent in the air made Aurora dizzy. His body felt unnaturally warm against hers.

Had someone... drugged him?

"Mmmph... Everett... what are you doing...?" she gasped out when his lips finally moved down to her earlobe, allowing her a desperate breath of air. Her body felt weak, trembling under his touch.

"Everett... you don’t even like me... just—just let me go! Don’t do this! I don’t want this!" Aurora’s face turned deathly pale. His touch grew more fervent, his breath scalding against her skin, making her cheeks burn.

His reaction terrified her. She felt like a helpless rabbit caught in a predator’s grasp.

But he didn’t stop. Her struggles, her pleas—none of it made a difference.

If anything, his actions only intensified.

In sheer panic, Aurora sank her teeth into his shoulder.

But Everett didn’t even flinch. As if unfazed by the pain, he reached down and yanked up her sweatshirt.

"No!" Aurora screamed, thrashing wildly. Desperation surged through her as she bit down on his shoulder again—harder this time.

They fought like two wild animals—one trying to overpower, the other fighting tooth and nail to break free.

Aurora wasn’t the type to cower in fear. She knew that with a single word, this man could destroy her career, but that didn’t stop her. Instead of submitting, she bit his neck again—hard enough to leave visible marks.

"Please... let me go... I don’t like you, and you don’t like me..." Aurora pleaded, voice shaking. "Everett, wake up! You’re not yourself!"

She knew without a doubt that he had been drugged. There was no other explanation for this irrational, frenzied behavior.

This wasn’t the Everett she knew—the man who had sneered at her, who had once thrown her out of his bed and cruelly mocked her for supposedly trying to cling to the Langston family.

But now... his eyes were dark, burning with an almost feverish intensity. His breath was ragged and scalding.

No matter how hard she bit him, no matter how fiercely she resisted, he refused to let go.