Everything started when Kristopher, confined to a wheelchair, told everyone that Sandra was just a gold-digger. In a fit of pique, Sandra announced that he was a one-minute man who couldn't satisfy anyone in bed. Later, Kristopher said, "Sandra is a seductress who wreck all the men around her." "Kristopher killed his family. He's a wicked man. Besides, he's also impotent," Sandra retorted, unwilling to back down. Kristopher cornered her against a wall and asked furiously, "What is this I hear about you calling me impotent?" Sandra folded her arms defiantly. "What? You are handsome and rich. Many women throw themselves at you. Of course, I have to scare them away." Kristopher couldn't help smiling. "What a coincidence! I was doing the same thing." Would the lovers ever agree that they were in love with each other? Only one way to find out...
"Admit to Monica's crimes and serve a simple five-year term. I promise your mother will be safe. Once released, you'll still be regarded as the lady of the Hussain family. This is actually a bargain. Take it if you're smart!"
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Five years later, Sandra Hussain emerged from her prison term only to find the Hussains disowning her and barring her from seeing her mother.
Her sister Monica Hussain even threatened her to terminate her engagement with Darryl Owen, the Owen family heir, or forfeit any chance of meeting her mother.
Sandra yielded, agreeing to dissolve her engagement with Darryl. Yet, her grandmother, Theresa Hussain, the family matriarch, insisted she marry someone else within three days.
To marry someone else in such haste? Fresh from her incarceration, they seemed to be pushing her towards a hasty and undesirable match to thwart her future.
Despite her reluctance, she complied just so she could finally be with her mother.
Now she had a mere three days to break ties with Darryl.
Learning that Darryl dwelt in the opulent Gale Mansion, she headed there directly.
Clad in the same white dress from half a decade past, her hair in a plain ponytail, she appeared unsophisticated at a glance.
Yet her bare face shone clear and bright, her natural beauty suggesting an underlying charm.
At eighteen, her visage was yet to mature. Now, five years later, her beauty blossomed.
Sandra evaded observation and chose the stairs, reaching Darryl's room undetected.
As her hand grazed the door in preparation to knock, it creaked open under her touch.
Peering inside, she inquired, "Is anyone in here? Mr. Owen? May I enter?"
Her question hung unfinished in the air as an imposing hand clasped her arm, yanking her into the room.
Within moments, she found herself ensnared against a robust frame.
The man's faint yet captivating scent enveloped her, sending tingles through her body.
Struggling to break free from his grip, she was instead effortlessly twirled and pressed against the door.
A sharp click signaled the door locking.
Sandra's gaze lifted to the towering figure behind her. The room's dim light veiled his face, yet she presumed this must be Darryl since it was his room.
His breath warm against her cheek, drawing nearer to her ear, Sandra sensed that something was off.
In that instant, the man leaned into Sandra, his body pressing against hers, and murmured into her ear with a seductive undertone, "Help me, and I'll give you as much money as you want."
The mention of paying her made Sandra recoil, suspecting Darryl had confused her with a woman of the night. Incensed, she swung her hand to deliver a slap, but found her strength waning.
Within moments, her body turned feeble and mute, unable to utter a sound.
Taking advantage of her vulnerability, he scooped her up and strode towards the bed.
Time blurred as Sandra wrestled with her feeble state until at last, she broke free. But freedom brought no solace, as she discovered her naked body under the sheets.
The sound of water cascading in the bathroom jogged her memory. Her initial intent had been to sever the ties of engagement with Darryl. Such a reunion after the decade-long gap was definitely not what she had envisioned.
The recent misadventure in the room had deviated horribly, and she didn't want things to become more awkward than they already were.
Resolved, Sandra cast away the sheets, climbed out of bed, and scrambled for her clothes.
On the brink of departure, the man's murmur echoed in her mind. "I'll give you as much money as you want."
Feeling offended, Sandra searched her bag, found a coin, and left it on the nightstand with a hastily penned note.
Yet, as she reached for the door to leave, the knob twisted from the other side.
The door was being opened from the outside.
Sandra's ears caught an outside voice as she sidestepped. "Mr. Darryl, my boss is truly unwell..."
Her heart missed a beat.
Was that Darryl out there? And if so, who was the man behind the bathroom door?
Three years of marriage couldn't melt Theo's frozen heart. When an art gallery collapsed on Lena, he was off romancing another woman—lavishing her with a private jet. Three steel pins held Lena's shoulder together, but her heart remained broken. She filed for divorce and told everyone that he was impotent. Rising from the rubble, Lena blazed onto the design world's A‑list. She expected him to sail off with his true love—until Theo reappeared at her runway, pressing her against the wall. "Impotent, huh? Care to give it a try?"
She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.