He came to her rescue when she was in trouble. In that strange city, she spent a wild night with him, a man she just met. After she came back and continued her daily life, she ran into him and found out how powerful he was. They came from two different worlds, but she couldn't help falling for him. However, all their sweet moments were nothing more than a part of his conspiracy. Overwhelmed by desperation, she broke down and left away. But he came to her again.
With her suitcase in her hand, Lucia walked into the front yard.
For two weeks, she had been on a business trip. She came back a day earlier than expected and did not tell her boyfriend Jonah about it, because she wanted to surprise him. On her way back, she already texted Jonah and asked what he was doing right now. He replied soon.
He said that he was going to sleep early tonight and would pick her up early tomorrow.
Jonah had been so considerate. Imagining the surprised look on his face, Lucia could not help but hasten her steps with a smile.
Using the key that Jonah had given her before, Lucia opened the door. She left her suitcase in the living room and went straight to his room, but there was no one.
'Wasn't he going to sleep? Why is he not here?' The thought perplexed her.
After searching, she heard a man's gasps and a woman's groans coming from the balcony.
The man's voice sounded a lot like Jonah's. Upon hearing that, Lucia thought that something must be wrong with her ears. However, that was not the case. They had been in a relationship for seven years now. How could he be with another woman?
The closer Lucia got to the balcony, the clearer their voices became.
"Honey, you're tighter than you were last time."
"Yes! Jonah! Faster!"
Hearing that, Lucia pushed the door open gently to see what was going on. She watched a revolting scene. Jonah was having sex with another woman on a deckchair.
He was pressing his naked body onto her and was spanking her butt hard. The woman raised her buttocks, moaning and groaning in pleasure as she tried to match her movements to his.
A fierce wave of wrath crashed into Lucia's heart and she was about to lose her mind. Looking at them, she felt as though the whole world was spinning in front of her.
She quickly took out her phone and clicked many photos of them. After putting her phone away, she kicked the door open with a loud bang.
"Who is it?" Jonah shouted. He seemed to be furious.
The moment he raised his head, Lucia saw how horrified he was. The excitement and lust in his eyes faded away in just a second and his face paled.
"Lucia..." Jonah stood up in panic. "Why did you..."
His penis had gone soft and was hanging like a wet maggot.
"Well, I came back early to surprise you, but I did not expect you to give me a surprise too," Lucia said coldly. A strong sense of despair filled her now broken heart. Her eyes felt sore, but she gritted her teeth and restrained her anger.
"Lucia, I..." Jonah tried to justify.
The woman who was on the deckchair got dressed and walked to Lucia.
"Since you've seen everything now, let's talk about it and get it over with," she said with an arrogant sneer.
Ignoring her, Lucia said to Jonah, "Let's break up."
Jonah lowered his head, feeling guilty as he tried to hold her hand.
"Lucia, I'm sorry..."
Lucia yanked her hand away from his wet, sticky hand.
"Don't touch me with your filthy hand!"
With that, she turned around and stormed out of there, furious.
After walking to the living room, she picked up her suitcase.
Tears filled up in her eyes, and she felt a sharp pain in her palm. She looked down and noticed that she had dug her nails into her palm. It was too painful.
After leaving the house, Lucia called a cab and asked the driver to take her to an old town near Strinas.
Then, she went to a bar in the town where she often went to. She often went here when she was in a bad mood. She needed alcohol to numb her pain at the moment.
She soon arrived at the bar, walked to the bar counter, sat down, and ordered many tequila shots.
The dance floor was crowded. Although Lucia had been there many times before, she had never danced. She was not a very skilled dancer, after all.
But for some reason, she staggered to the dance floor.
Lucia raised her hands, swaying her body to the beat. She danced clumsily, like always. But she seemed to enjoy it that day.
After dancing for a while, Lucia was exhausted. She tripped and was about to fall down. Thankfully, the man next to her helped her up.
Looking at him, Lucia said in a grateful voice, "Thank you."
The man was dressed in a pair of black casual trousers and a simple blue shirt. He had the first two buttons of his shirt undone, revealing his muscular chest.
"You're welcome." The man helped Lucia stand up and asked, "Did you come alone?"
"Alone and single."
With a smile, the man offered her his hand and asked, "Would you like to dance with me?"
Lucia obediently placed her hand in his. "I am the dancing queen."
She was really confident enough to call herself the dancing queen.
"It's my honor to dance with you, then."
Soon, they made their way to the dance floor and started dancing. In their drunken state of mind, their bodies subconsciously moved closer to each other.
However, just when the man was about to kiss Lucia, she dodged.
"Do you often treat lonely women as prey?" Lucia asked with a teasing smile.
"Tell me your name. Once we know each other's name, we won't be strangers." The man pulled Lucia closer to him.
"Secret."
"Looks like you have a very special name," the man chuckled.
"What is your name?" Lucia whispered in his ear, standing on tiptoes.
"Malcolm," he replied softly. His warm breath aroused her.
His full name was Malcolm Evans. Considering the situation they were in, very few people would even mention their names, let alone their full names.
Lucia was completely bewitched by his good looks. Although she was not a conservative woman, she was not in the mood to have a one-night stand with a stranger.
After her brief dance with Malcolm, Lucia pushed him away and walked back to the bar counter. And he also returned to his seat.
"Ma'am, that gentleman has treated you to a glass of wine." With that, the waiter placed a glass of wine before her and walked away.
Lucia looked in the direction the waiter had pointed to and met Malcolm's gaze. He raised his glass to her with a smile.
Lucia returned his smile. She picked up the glass and raised it before she took a sip.
"Hey, would you like to have a drink with us?" A slightly drunk middle-aged man's voice came. He touched Lucia's thighs.
"Get your dirty hands off me," Lucia said coldly.
However, the man was not in the mood to let her be. Lucia got off the bar stool and was about to walk away.
But the man grabbed her arm, stopping her. Lucia was able to sense that he was going to do something bad to her.
She tried to struggle, but it was in vain.
"How dare you touch my woman?" A lazy and magnetic voice came from behind them. It was a voice that was filled with indifference and disdain.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
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."
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.
Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... “Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…” Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...
After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them. She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend! Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now? Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome? What exactly does he want from her? ... No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free". Ethan went quiet for a while. I held my breath waiting for what his request might be. If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now. "You're right I do want something". He said after thinking for few minutes "What?" I asked slowly. " Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here". Live here as in...? " Wha... What are you saying? ". I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms. Ethan moved his face closer to mine be was so close, our nose almost touched. " I want you to be with me! ".
Damian didn't believe in love, but he needed a wife to claim the inheritance his uncle left him. Amelia needed to take revenge on her ex-husband, and what better way to do it than a marriage of convenience with his worst enemy? There were only two rules in their fake marriage: no entanglement or sexual relationship, and they would go their separate ways after the arrangement was over. But their attraction for each other is more than they bargained for. When feelings start to get real, and Noah wants Amelia back, will Damian let her go? Or will he fight for what he believes is his?