Maggie's tea-making skills at the nightclub were unmatched. She was loved by so many guests for her incredible talents. She was like a lotus blooming in the mud. She had become a local treasure that couldn't be knocked off her pedestal. However, the more untouchable this white lotus was, the more men wanted a taste of her. She attracted almost anyone, including Seamus's father. Seamus never expected his father to marry a simple tea lady! He wanted to find out for himself, what was so special. A simple taste of this enchantress was enough. Her sweetness was addictive, and he had no choice but to take her in as his secret lover.
The Golden Diamond Club was the most famous night club of T City, and an endless stream of people visited it every night. Literally thousands of them would flock here for their idea of fun, and business was always booming. These visitors were mostly heirs of rich and powerful families, but there were some ordinary people with meager wages too. However, this difference in status didn't affect the communication between those people, because they all came here for one simple reason: they were lonely.
But wait! That was just one of the reason, and not the primary one. The real reason the Golden Diamond Club was so popular was that customers here had their pick of options. They could either find a lady to accompany them for the night. Or, they could also find a tea lady. These 'tea ladies' would offer their skills for flattering the customer, but not their bodies, which was what some people, if not all of them, wanted.
One such tea lady was Maggie Jiang!
In her private room,
two men were sitting opposite her right now. One was a middle-aged man, and the other was a young man. They looked somewhat similar and presumably, they were related through patriarchal blood.
After a while, the middle-aged man picked up the tea cup in front of him and smelled it. He nodded with satisfaction before taking a sip, as if the fragrance was to his liking. Then, he put down his cup on the table and looked admiringly at Maggie Jiang. "Miss Jiang, your tea making skills are getting better and better every day. Every day, I think about your tea and how I would get to drink it in the evening, and it makes my day!"
His eyes betrayed his real emotions though. Perhaps it was because of the dim light in the room, but Maggie Jiang did not notice the lust in his eyes.
His son, Seamus Shi, heard his words and his eyes turned cold with a suppressed anger.
It seemed to him that his father really liked this tea-making woman!
He knew well how much this old man wanted her. Was his father really going to marry a woman just for the tea she made?!
Was this woman even qualified enough to be a member of their family?
Ridiculous!
Maggie Jiang's long black hair fell down her shoulders. Her dark eyes could be seen shining in the glow of the incandescent lighting, which made her look even more charming. In addition, she was wearing a low-key but elegant work uniform, which accented her graceful figure and made it more attractive.
To be honest, Mr. Shi had never met a woman as talented and self-respecting as Maggie Jiang in any of the nightclubs or recreational centers he had visited before. She was like a lotus blooming in the mud, and with her was attached a sense of superiority that could not be trifled with.
And the more untouchable this white lotus was, the more he wanted to taste her!
"I'm flattered, Mr. Shi. I do hope you like my tea."
"Of course I do. In fact, I like your tea the most of all teas. By the way, I haven't introduced my son to you yet. Meet Seamus Shi." He pointed to his son.
Maggie Jiang nodded at the young man in front of her. Seeing that the tea in his cup was almost finished, she quickly stood up and added some more.
After a few more rounds of tea, the middle-aged man's mobile phone suddenly rang. He picked up the call and then got up after a few "hmms" and "okays". "Seamus, I have something urgent I need to deal with. If you don't have anything to do at the moment, you can stay here and enjoy some more of this delicious tea. She is very good at her craft!"
"Okay."
"Then I must leave now."
The middle-aged man then looked at Maggie Jiang. "I'll see you next time, Ms. Jiang."
"Yes, Mr. Shi." She nodded and got up.
The door closed behind him and only Maggie Jiang and Seamus Shi were left in the room.
At this very moment, Seamus's eyes were focused on the woman sitting opposite to him, but he was not saying anything at all. Like two laser pointers, his eyes stayed put on Maggie, as if he wanted to see through her mind.
This woman was indeed very beautiful. However...
People working in these kind of places and occupation were not decent people. Most of them just wanted to get their hands on the money in their customers' pockets!
He was quite familiar with the name Maggie Jiang, because his father had mentioned it several times. He had always said that she was really good at making tea and had also told him she was an innocent and self-respecting woman. She only sold her skills and did not sleep with her customers. Seamus had seen the strong admiration in his father's eyes!
He knew that there was a chance his father might have fallen in love with this woman!
But no way!
He could not allow his father to marry a tramp. In his eyes, except for his mother, no one was qualified enough to be his father's partner!
He wasn't here for the tea. He had agreed to accompany his father today to see if this woman's tea really was that good. And he wanted to judge her character too.
After observing her for so long, he still had no idea whether she was keeping her chastity or not. He was sure of one thing though! She really made excellent tea!
"Mr. Shi, don't you want to drink tea anymore?" Maggie broke the silence in the room and her soft voice reverberated everywhere.
Seamus didn't answer, but his eyes were still fixed on her face. Was she good enough?
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
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!"
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
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.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .