It had been her grandfather's last wish to see her wed to Arvin. However, on Belinda's wedding day, no sooner had they wedded than Arvin left his bride behind. The gossip spread like wildfire, and overnight, everyone took her as a joke. Since then, the fighting between them had no end. Until the fateful night when Belinda was drugged by her boss. She tried her best to go back home, but she ended up sleeping with Arvin. He instantly found himself both infatuated and addicted to her; while she found herself struggling to let him go.
It was 11 o'clock in the Night Club.
Just as the club's name suggested, the atmosphere was hot and heavy. The DJ quickly pumped up some sick beats as a slender and attractive woman appeared on the stage.
She swayed her hips, posing in front of the crowd. They responded with a loud cheer, raising their drinks high in the air. Wearing a veil, the woman bowed to the audience and turned to a dancing pole, rotating her body to the beat.
Her body was as lithe as a snake when she bent around the pole, displaying her clear and luscious skin. Although her face was covered, the audience could see the seductive star beneath the veil. She was enchanting, like a nymph calling for the gods.
From the way she moved, it felt as if she owned the entire stage. All eyes followed the woman as she swayed to the beat. It seemed that the club had just grown hotter and hotter by the minute.
Arvin Xue sat in one of the special guest boxes of the bar. He took a cigarette from the table and placed it in his mouth. Just then, a man approached to light it up for him. "She's quite a skillful dancer, Mr. Xue," the man remarked.
Yet Arvin Xue shrugged, blowing a small cloud of smoke. He tapped the edge of the cigarette. "She's still too young to push it to the next level," he said roughly.
The pole dancing was over. Although the performance was short, the dancer was drenched with her sweat. Her body glistened under the colored lights as she took the microphone from the DJ.
She took off the veil, and everybody held their breath. "Thank you all." Her soft voice echoed throughout the bar. "See you tomorrow night!"
For a minute, the room had gone silent.
Under the veil was a gorgeous woman. Her face was definitely proportionate, with each aspect of her face ready to send any man to his knees. The curves that hugged her body added to the entire glamour. She really was a goddess in disguise.
However, the man next to Arvin Xue stiffened. He slowly craned his neck towards the man. "Mr. Xue... That lady..."
Arvin Xue shot him a cruel glare that rendered him silent.
As he saw who the dancer was, he immediately left the cigarette on the ashtray and stomped out of the VIP box. The man yelled his name behind him, but it was to no avail.
Given his height and his muscled stature, people were afraid to block his path.
Arvin Xue rushed to the first floor without another thought. Soon enough, he pushed his way through the crowd before he finally reached the main stage.
Belinda Qin was still flirting with the audience, shooting them winks and smiles every now and then. However, she froze when she saw Arvin Xue standing right in front of her.
"What are you doing? Hey!"
Before she could respond, Arvin seized her wrist and dragged her out of the stage. Belinda Qin tried resisting, but it was to no avail.
"Oh, God! Let go!"
She was dragged several steps from the platform, struggling. Her arm was already aching as the people stared, wide-eyed, at the spectacle unfolding before them.
"What are you doing, Arvin?" she yelled out. "You're hurting me. Let go!"
Finally, Arvin halted and turned towards her. They were in the middle of the bar now, and all eyes were on them.
She tried to pull her arm only for him to tighten his grip further. Belinda Qin glared up at him.
"Are you insane?"
He stared, before asking, "Who asked you to come here?"
"It's none of your business!"
Just as they were in the middle of a fight, some of the audience couldn't take the mistreatment anymore. Soon enough, a man jumped out from the crowd.
"Hey, man, what the hell's wrong with you? Let the woman go!"
Although the man was not as tall as Arvin, he was just as strong. It was no wonder he'd dare stand against him.
Arvin sneered. "What makes you think you can stop me?"
In a blink of an eye, Arvin already had the man falling to his knees. He gave him another kick right on the stomach.
The man doubled over in pain.
Arvin then turned his gaze to the crowd. "Want to join him?" he snarled.
The crowd immediately stepped back at the threat. Arvin held Belinda Qin's hand as he shouted at the crowd, "Then get the hell out of the way!"
As soon as he finished, the audience quickly parted, granting him a path to move out.
"Hey!" Belinda yelled, struggling against his hold. "Let go! We've already been over this! You have nothing to do with me anymore!"
Soon enough, the couple finally exited the club.
The onlookers gathered around once again, wanting to see what the deal was about. Gossip bounced off the walls as their questions flew out into the ceiling.
"Who are they?"
"What's their relationship?"
"Yeah, they seem to know each other."
The man who was with Arvin a while ago could only stroke his chin. "They're a couple," he spoke.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?