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At the age of nineteen, Vicky graduated from high school and her life took a dark turn. She had become his slave, going through such horrors that would leave anyone paralyzed. Steve, the young heir of his family's vast wealth, was none other than the devil who made her life a living hell. Finally, he got tired of her and set her free. As she thought she got rid of that nightmare, he was the CEO of the company where she worked. Stepping into the devil's trap again, she wouldn't surrender easily this time.
Most people thought back to their high school days with happiness, but that wasn't the case with Vicky Chu.
She had experienced such horrors that would leave anyone paralyzed. In the blink of an eye, she turned from a princess that everyone admired to a trash that people walked all over. At the age of nineteen, she graduated from high school. Everything was going fine. But soon, it took a dark turn.
"Vicky, do you think people respect you anymore? If yes, then you are deluded. Let me make it clear. You are nothing but my slave. You are bound to do what I ask you to! Stray dogs have better lives than you do!"
Saying this, the man tore her clothes and began to kiss every inch of her body. Ever since that day, he had abused her wantonly. He had tortured her both physically and mentally.
"Ah!" Vicky Chu was awakened by the same nightmare.
Running into the washroom, she turned the shower, squatted down in the bathtub and hugged herself. As the cold water dampened her clothes, she cried aloud. Nobody could hear her now.
"Vicky! Vicky! Are you okay? Did you have that nightmare again?" her brother asked, concern etched in his voice.
The nightmare was quite frequent and her brother knew how it disturbed her. Not wanting to worry him, Vicky Chu suppressed her trembling voice. "I'm fine. I just fell off the bed. Go back and sleep. After all, you have an exam to prepare for!"
After a while, he finally left. Hearing his footsteps, she breathed a sigh of relief.
This nightmare wouldn't leave her. It had followed her for three years. And in these three years, she had never felt safe. Every time she looked at herself in the mirror, disgust oozed through her. "I am dirty!" she would say to her reflection.
The morning was no different. Gloom followed her wherever she went. It was a sunny day and Vicky Chu was out with her brother, Randy Chu.
"Vicky, soon, it will be time for our summer vacation. I was thinking if I could give you a hand and try finding a job. I hate to see your struggle!"
Randy Chu was more thoughtful than other boys of his age. He sincerely wished to help his sister. But Vicky Chu couldn't let him work because of his poor health.
"You silly boy, why do you want to work? I am looking for a job. Your priority should be to study hard. Then I will put you into a reputable college. After you graduate from college, you are free to help me!" she replied, putting a full stop to his protests.
He insisted, "But Vicky, if I join college, you will have to pay a huge amount for it. I don't want you tire yourself for my sake. This is hard to watch."
Vicky came to a halt and stared at him straight in the eyes. "Everything I do is for your sake. That's the only pleasure I have in this life. If you truly care for me, do me a favor and study hard. Leave everything else to me, okay?"
Listening to this, he had no choice but to nod his head.
Vicky arrived at the InHo group. It was a tall and exquisite building. Even from outside, one could tell it was a magnificent place! The decoration itself had a domineering effect. It was one of the biggest financial group in the country and had countless branches.
Vicky Chu felt intimated being here. But composing herself, she walked in. After all, such opportunities wouldn't come every day. She felt fortunate to be called here for an interview.
"Number 57, Number 58, Number 59, get ready!" the receptionist called out. Looking at her own token, she realized she might have to sit here for hours before her turn would come. Her number was 388.
Being someone who liked to observe, she looked around at the interviewees. Most of them were girls. They were well dressed and seemed to have come from a good family. In an instant, she felt insecure about herself but she did her best to hide her emotions. As the ladies passed her, smell of amazing perfume wafted through the air. This room smell of a flower shop. Perfume was the last thing Vicky Chu could spend her limited money on.
The girl sitting opposite to her whispered to her friend, "Look at that girl! How can anyone come to an interview dressing up like this? Ridiculous! She is not bad looking, but she has no sense of dressing."
That lady's friend gazed at Vicky Chu. Feeling awkward, Vicky Chu looked down at her tattered shoes. "Well, I agree. She looks like quite an inexperienced girl. Perhaps she doesn't have any knowledge about how one dresses for an interview! Mark my words, she won't even pass the first round!" she said and both the girls burst out laughing.
Clenching her fists, Vicky Chu remained silent. The girls who had ruthlessly criticized her wore beautiful suits. She deeply felt the contrast between their classes. Her face flushed with shame. They noticed the sudden shift in Vicky's expression.
With an intention to taunt her further, one of them said, "Don't bother sitting near us. The interviewer might misunderstand and think we came here together! If that happens, I am pretty sure we will be eliminated as well!"
Their sarcastic tone and relentless ridicule pierced her heart. But she held her tongue, not wanting to argue. Taking her resume, she walked to a corner where it was quiet and peaceful.
After what felt like hours, her number was finally called.
Three interviewees were called in together. However, the interviewer's gaze was on Vicky Chu most of the time.
"Well, let's begin. Here is a test for you. I want to know about your theory.
We are competing with another venture investment company and we turn out to be well-matched. Our target is to get a client. How do we do it?"
While this interview took place, someone went to the president. "Sir, the person you mentioned last time has arrived and is giving the interview at this moment!"
The president had a large, well-furnished office. It had an ominous look, a bit like the man it served. Every furniture was painted black. Apart from the cactus on the table, everything here seemed dead and gloomy, including the president.
"That's good. Tell the interviewer to hire her instantly. But make sure she gets a job of lowest rank!"
"A job of lowest rank? Sir, I have checked her resume. She is quite a capable girl. Isn't it wrong to give her a job at this rank when she is capable of handling a more competitive position?"
He stopped speaking as he noticed his boss's eyes. It had turn red with fury. Knowing his life and job would be at stake if he protested further, the man agreed to follow his order.
Emily, being the designated successor of her multi-million family business, was used to having all eyes on her. However, it all changed in one night when she had caught her fiance cheating on her with her sister. Not only did he left her, but he even laughed at the thought of ever loving someone like her. Everyone had betrayed her that night, and as her sister smashed her skull, Emily found herself dying and moving back to ten years ago. With another chance at life, she would make them all pay. She would stop at nothing to make all their lives a living hell.
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
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.
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.”
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.