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MR BRIGGS'S PLAYTHING

In a desperate bid to save her sister suffering from Crohn's disease, Mia seduces playboy billionaire Jake. Everything is staged, from her yoga instructor's pose to a stolen DNA swab, until her ex-lover, now engaged to a psycho heiress, returns. Caught between toxic wealth and mounting danger, Mia must untangle lies, outwit powerful enemies, and survive the ultimate betrayal.
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Chapter 1

As Jake Brigg's private plane pierced through the clouds, the golden blush of dawn illuminated Mia Snow's glowing face.

Her clear and unblemished complexion was now glowing brightly.

Before boarding the plane, she video-called her younger sister, Sarah Snow, for 20 minutes, during which she cried for the same amount of time.

In the video, her younger sister, with her chubby little swollen hands, greeted her,

"Sis, today's injection didn't hurt. I only needed ten syringes for the medication."

Mia and her sister, who is ten years younger, rely on each other for survival. Just when they thought they were about to live a better life, her sister was diagnosed with Crohn's disease.

Unable to eat, severe ulceration of the intestines, the weight of just 70 kilograms, and even the potential of lifelong recurrence.

Mia frantically scrambled for money, but the list of medical costs kept growing.

She needed money. Lots and lots of money, for her sister to receive treatment in the best hospital.

Her sister was her lifeline.

Her heart was filled with anxiety, but she hid it well on her face.

Her eyes were red, resembling a natural layer of red eyeshadow, which made her look more charming.

Upon seeing her, Jake's eyes were practically glued to her face, like a wolf spotting its prey.

She lifted her head and curved her lips into a smile.

She had kept him hanging for so long, and now the time had arrived.

She twisted her hips and sat on his lap, her hands circling around his neck as she coyly said,

"Jake——"

To hook him, Mia had secretly spent a lot of effort.

Knowing that he liked slim-waisted, curved, and soft-flexible girls, she gritted her teeth and got certified as a yoga instructor, forcefully molding her body to the desired shape.

Jake touched her and was instantly overwhelmed.

She was the one who least cared about such playboys. For Jake, relationships were as casual as fast food.

She once dreamed of having a lifelong relationship with Kenton Ridge.

Now She understands that regardless of whether a man is handsome or very handsome, the chances of him cheating are equally high.

If he is handsome and rich, and willing to spend money on her, he would be perfect for her.

***

Jake first met Mia when he got on the wrong floor.

He gulped down a whole bottle of water and, looked around the doctor's office, raising an eyebrow, he asked.

"How can you be a dentist wearing that?"

Seeing Mia standing there stunned, he didn't realize anything was wrong and continued to question her,

"Are you a dentist or a quack who swindles people of their hard-earned money?"

She directly rated this idiot negative points in her heart, but one look at him, she knew he was the one she has been searching for, Mia removed her mask, and smiled at him.

"The dentist is on the second floor."

He was stunned with just a glance.

He had seen thousands of beauties, but she was different. On a level if her own. And he swore to make Mia his.

***

Her curved eyes, paired with her flawless complexion due to her monthly menstrual cycle, gave her a sickly beautiful charm, in his eyes there was a sense of relaxation.

After less than a week of going on a date, she changed her perception of him.

He is a loose cannon who likes to show off his wealth and, most importantly, a rich dimwit.

The Briggs family owns a private hospital called Hope Hospitals, specializing in Crohn's disease.

Her younger sister would soon be ruined by injections if they didn't take her to the specialist hospital.

She spent a lot of time researching his ex-girlfriends in secret.

From photorejuvenation and ultrasound therapy to Thermage, a procedure so painful it could kill you, She didn’t miss a single one.

A month ago, she got the last shot for the full-price cervical cancer vaccine.

Everything is ready.

At this moment, the two people on the plane were as firm as being glued by super glue.

Even though the air conditioning in the aircraft was freezing cold, Jake still broke out in a fine sweat.

She took the initiative to slide down from him after a few kisses, and smooches.

He was taken aback.

Her fingers slid down and caught the last button on his trouser above his belt.

A hook.

A tug.

A flip.

Without any pause, his dick sprang free, her lips scorchingly traced a path downwards. Bobbling her head on his hard dick.

With a guzzling sound, he felt a burning in his throat as he watched the bent-over Kayla, his eyes reddening.

"Yeah baby, darling..." he whispered.

Just as he was about to close his eyes in pleasure, there was a sudden lurch in the aircraft.

A sense of weightlessness followed.

Soon after, he felt a warmth on his leg, and his eyes flew open in surprise.

She had actually vomited.

They were both stunned.

Jake was the first to react.

On a normal day, he would have been spewing curses, but looking at her pitifully pale face, he just couldn't find the heart to do so.

Cursing at the pilot under his breath, he quickly helped up the wilted Mia and made her sit comfortably.

"Baby, feeling airsick? Come, get up," he coaxed her.

She appeared feeble, breathing hard but not saying a word on the soft seat, then suddenly with her eyes glistening with tears, stood up and started moving towards the restroom.

"My head is killing me, I need to wash my face," she whined.

Watching her hourglass figure, he was actually itching for some more action.

He had planned a thrill for her on the plane, but now it all went awry.

Fortunately, she was a beauty, everything she did seemed filtered to others' eyes.

He was still enchanted by her, so she could still play the drama queen.

Once inside the restroom, she took out a small piece of sticky tape the size of a fingernail from her pocket.

Tore off a small strip,, and pressed it firmly onto her lips, not leaving out any corners.

Without wasting a second, she sealed the tape touched by Jared's saliva inside a small velvet box.

“Done.”

She contentedly combed her hair and rinsed her mouth, then returned to her seat as if swaying in the wind.

By this time, he had already changed into a set of home clothes and was waiting.

His skin was originally fair, and the ink-blue outfit made him look so cool.

It's undeniable that he looks absolutely refined when he's quiet. She couldn't help but look at him for a good while.

Seeing the look in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel somewhat proud, and hence took even more care.

"Here darling, have some water."

He was busy fetching ice and making solicitous inquiries.

She happily accepted.

The best thing is always something you can't get.

The last time at the clinic, she was cornered by him.

Just when both of them were almost unable to endure any longer, she managed to avoid letting him have his way.

Otherwise, would he still be in such a good mood now?

When the plane landed at the New York airport, the car that he had arranged was already waiting under the escalator.

He leaned his head in from the back seat, instructing one of the his drivers to take Mia to the hotel first, and then blew her a kiss from a distance.

She smiles at him

The hotel, also owned by the Briggs family, was no different from their private residence.

The car stopped in front of the hotel lobby. After thanking the driver, she walked in.

Upon checking in, she turned around, only to bump into a sturdy embrace, her shoulder instantly seized by the figure.

She was taken aback. She looked up, her face was pale in an instant.

The person in front of her, however, was grinning, playfully and boldly greeting her.

"Long time no see."

She was utterly disgruntled.

After disappearing for six months, after being engaged for three months, Kenton Ridge was here as if has risen from the dead.

The last person she wanted to see was him.

Not just at this moment.

But in the past, the present, and the future.

A month ago, she could not wait to give him a piece of her mind. The one who promised forever was him, but also the one canoodling with a rich beauty in the hotel also him.

The one claiming to only love her was him, yet the one erotically entertained by a rich beauty behind a window was also him.

They say men become wicked when they grow rich, and Kenton is the worst of them, speeding on the highway to depravity.

She squeezed out a few words between her gritted teeth,

"Good dogs don't block the road. Scram."

"So, has Jake Briggs bewitched you? Are you being so pure and incorruptible for him?"

Before she could reply, she was forcefully dragged into the small private room next door.

Mia's 'ah' was suffocated back in her throat before she had a chance to utter it, pinned up against the wall.

Kenton looked down at her,

"What's the matter? Are you really involved with Jake?"

Unhurried and unconcerned, Mia pressed her shoulder blade against the wall, tilting her head to look at Kenton,

"Is there a problem with that?"

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