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?'
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
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!"
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?
Cathryn, an orphan with no family ties to Grayson, regarded him only as family. He, however, valued her as a precious jewel. From their very first encounter, Cathryn's destiny was intertwined with his. Once lonely and desiring affection, she was ensnared by his love, unable to break free. Eventually, she managed to escape his emotional clutches. Shockingly, she had fallen for someone else. Grayson confronted her sharply. "How could you feel for another?" Unable to meet his eyes, she whispered, "You're family. I can't..." Looking down, he pressed further. "You can't, or you wouldn’t dare?"
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.