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.
"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?"
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.
In the eyes of the public, Elijah was ever the gentleman, always distant and reserved. But behind closed doors, he was an animal who relentlessly ensnared Ashley in a web of lust. No one knew of their secret relationship, yet at the same time, no one dared to bully her again. Then one day, she was hit with morning sickness right in front of everyone. To everyone’s shock, the aloof and domineering Elijah quickly knelt in front of her and caressed her pregnant belly. “Babe,” he crooned, “let’s go public with our relationship. I will give you my everything.”
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
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.