Lesley and Michael both fell out of love when they bumped into each for the first time. The next day, they got legally married. It seemed like Cupid was always up to mischief. Misunderstandings filled their marriage life. Lesley and her ex-boyfriend became in-laws, while the woman Michael had been missing came back home. Now that he had the one he truly loved around, Lesley decided to leave. However, the seeds of love already took root and sprouted in their hearts. When would they find it out? Where would their story go by then?
The neon lights outside reflected on the glass-paneled windows of the cafe. A tiny snail moved drowsily on the potted plant in the corner. Lesley Liang, who had chosen a seat near the window, was staring out absentmindedly while she waited. After looking around for a while, her eyes finally rested on the potted plant beside the window and she found that sadness surged within her like a tidal wave.
Never in her wildest dreams would Lesley Liang have thought that she would marry a man whose name she didn't even know fifteen days before. She had spent the last three months in a mess.
This was the first time she was going to meet her best friend after she broke up with her boyfriend and got married.
Suddenly, the tranquil atmosphere in the cafe was destroyed by a loud voice.
"Hi, Lesley!"
The voice drowned out the pleasant sounds of the soothing, classical music playing in the cafe. With an embarrassed smile, Lesley Liang quickly gestured her friend to be quiet. Seeing this, Phoebe Jin, who was wearing a fiery red suit and short skirt, covered her mouth and walked towards her sheepishly.
"How come you chose to meet me in a cafe this time?" Taking a seat across Lesley Liang, Phoebe Jin couldn't help but feel surprised.
With a faint smile, Lesley Liang pursed her lips slightly. Her dimples were as sweet as candy, and her big eyes were as clear as water, as if there was never any sadness in them.
"We haven't seen each other for about three months." Lesley put down the coffee in her hand and smiled softly.
Phoebe Jin looked at her friend up and down and felt something was wrong, so she asked, "Where have you been all this time? Tell me the truth. You haven't been answering the phone when I called. And when I went to your house, the landlord said you had moved out. You are an adult. Can you stop behaving like this and worrying me?"
Phoebe reprimanded loudly as if she was her mother. Looking around, Lesley teased, "I chose to meet you in a public place so that you wouldn't yell at me."
But Phoebe didn't care whether it was a public place or not. She continued ranting about Lesley's sudden and unannounced disappearance.
With an apologetic look, Lesley bit her lips and said softly, "Phoebe, I'm married."
"What?" sputtered Phoebe as the coffee spilled from her mouth. She touched Lesley's forehead in disbelief and asked, "Do you have a fever? Why are you talking nonsense?" Then she wiped the coffee with a tissue.
Lesley said seriously, "It's true." She smiled sadly.
The warm and cozy atmosphere in the cafe became cold and tense after Lesley finished speaking. The playful expression on Phoebe's face disappeared too. She asked in a low voice, "Are you serious?"
Biting her lips again, Lesley nodded silently.
Lesley knew before coming here that Phoebe would be shocked when she heard the news of her marriage. So she was prepared for this reaction. She remained calm and waited for Phoebe to absorb the news.
After about five minutes of silence, Phoebe sighed, stared at Lesley, and said, "I know you feel bitter. You have been in love with your boyfriend for many years, but he suddenly cheated on you. No one can get over such a betrayal."
The corners of Lesley's mouth twitched. Those words stabbed her heart like a knife.
"Lesley, I feel sorry for you. You have to take care of yourself. That two-timing scoundrel doesn't deserve your attention at all. You will meet someone better in the future!" Noticing the sadness on Lesley's face, Phoebe tried to comfort her, ignoring the news that her friend had just given her. She couldn't believe that Lesley was married.
Lesley knew why Phoebe wasn't convinced. After all, Lesley had just broken up with her ex-boyfriend, David Han, and now, out of the blue, she claimed that she was married. Obviously, Phoebe would think that it was a prank. Moreover, she knew that Lesley still loved David Han.
In the last two years they had gone from lovers to sworn enemies. When Yolanda needed him, Kevin broke up with her and abandoned her in the rain. Rage burned bright in her swollen eyes as she drowned in the piercing pain caused by him. The next time she met him, he had totally changed. His tenderness had been replaced by arrogance. Addicted as she was to his toxic love, she fell for him once again. She forgot the memory of the pain and ran back into his arms, but he took advantage of her love to gain revenge from her family. In the end, she realized that it was just a game of vengeance.
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.