A Bed of His Making

Silas Hudson, the local tycoon of Sangrilas, found me that year when I had lost my memory. And for the next seven years, he had kept me and been pampering me.

Everyone said I was his greatest weakness that no one could touch.

And they said he was about to marry me.

Not long ago, he was spotted abroad, ordering a custom diamond-studded gown.

Until the day I drank half a glass of drugged wine and felt weak.

His voice went into my ears, "When the time comes, send Sandy Ramos to Charlie Schultz's bed. I don't believe he could resist her. Make sure put enough dosage to his drink.