There was no love in their marriage. It was nothing more than a business arrangement. At first, Alina thought that she could be able to bear it. What she didn't know was that Bertram's revulsion for her was much too great. Their marriage was dull and antagonistic. To make matters worse, Bertram killed the baby Alina was carrying inside her. That was the final straw -- like a phoenix that had been reborn, Alina rose above from the ashes, intending to make him pay the price he deserved.
Foreword
"Love Song: K.O. My CEO Husband" was written by Xiao Xi. This was the first time she has written a webnovel series in collaboration with several other writers.
Hello, guys! This is actually my first time to write something as ambitious as this, so it really proved to be a challenge for me. Since this was written by several other people, expect that the chapters would have different styles from time to time. We do our best, however, to ensure that the chapters are as seamless as possible. We only have one goal-that is to make sure that our readers will love and enjoy this book!
Prelude
The front cover of "Beijing Business Magazine" was the top five most eligible bachelors in the entire city. Bertram Jin, CEO of the Top Media.
Charles Qian, a member of the Red Aristocrat.
The successor of the Huo Group, Alvin Huo.
The heir of the Women's Bodyguard Academy, Carlton Duanmu.
And finally, the young master of the Luo Group, Leighton Luo.
They all came from rich and powerful families.
For three consecutive years, these five men had been on the headlines of Beijing Business Magazine. Other than that, they were all devilishly good looking, making them the target of many young ladies.
Bertram Jin, CEO of the Top Media. He was the legal successor of Kenneth Jin. There was constantly a cold aura around him, and was often quite unpredictable. Whenever he was in a crowd, he kept his distance from everyone. His hostile personality made a lot of people scared of him.
Charles Qian, a highly distinguished member of the Red Aristocrat, was someone all men aspired to be like. His sharp eyes easily caught women's interest. It went without saying that it was as if he was born to be a playboy, and had broken the hearts of thousands. For Charles Qian, there was no such thing as morals. However, there always seemed to be something different lingering deep in his eyes. Even though he had been around so many women, he never stopped for anyone.
Alvin Huo was the inheritor of the Huo Group. After returning to his company, he ran a model subsidiary company that specialized in coming up with new styles for wedding dresses. Each model in his firm all had a peachy face and a gentle smile. As the successor of the Huo Group, Alvin had always been proud yet calm; silent but always deep in thought.
Carlton Duanmu was to be the heir of the Women's Bodyguard Academy. But in truth, he rarely showed up in public. This was because he had a lot of secrets unknown to many, and often mingled with the top leaders of various social circles. Most of the time he was calm and calculated. Even though he occasionally had a cold sense of humor, he was always decisive and principled.
Leighton Luo, the successor of the Luo Group, was someone who didn't like to be constrained. As of the moment, he worked as the director of one of the major hospitals in the city. There was always a gentle and considerate look on his face. But from time to time, there was a scheming look in his eyes. He had very strong boundaries that he didn't want anyone to cross. In the event that someone did, he was not so keen to just let it go that easily.
These five men happened to graduate from the same university, and were consequently very good friends. What was more, all of their families had also been good friends for decades now.
When they sometimes fought over their careers, they made it a point to sit down together and have a good talk!
In a different part of the city...
The morning sun shone in between the curtain. Lying on the bed, Alina Murong rubbed her eyes and yawned, stretching out her arms.
She stood up and walked towards the window. As soon as she drew the curtains, the whole room flooded with light.
Looking around, she was shocked to see that she was in his home!
Alina Murong walked around the house only to find out that he wasn't there anymore. 'He must've already gone to work,' she thought to herself. 'It's a bit late already, after all.
Hmm... But I usually get up early in the morning. Why did I oversleep today?'
At that moment, there was a rumbling sound. Her hand went up to her stomach as she started to feel immensely hungry. With a sigh, Alina Murong went over to the kitchen to prepare a meal for herself. But as soon as she got there, her mouth opened wide in shock.
'Oh my God! Is this really the kitchen?' It was so bright and clean that it was almost blinding. On top of that, all the things here looked either like it had just been bought or had never been used.
Blinking, she came back to her senses and opened the fridge to see whether there was anything to eat. Alina Murong was completely speechless -- there was nothing inside the fridge except for a couple of wine bottles!
'It looks like I have no choice but to eat outside,' she thought glumly in her heart.
'I should also go buy some groceries anyway so that I don't starve to death next time. I just don't understand how can there possibly be no food in this house? How on earth does Bertram Jin live like this?'
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."