You've ruined my life, you scumbag! I will have my revenge!" A curious coincidence brought Grady Hill and Chloe Chadwick together. Strangely, she married him five years later, marking the end of her revenge. Then they had a son and a daughter. The children were arch and precocious, sharing a common goal of selling their mother! "Timmy, you brat, I will teach you a lesson!" The smart boy hid behind his father and said, "Dad, I will leave her in your hands. May God bless you. Amen."
In the Starlight International Hotel.
Chloe Chadwick trotted into the lobby with her bag, clad in school uniform. She was wearing a white blouse, a blue skirt, and a pair of knee-length cotton socks. Her long black hair tied up high into a ponytail, she looked chaste and tall.
"You are finally here. How many times have you been late this week?" The manager came over with a look of disdain.
"Sir, I'm sorry. There was an emergency at home. I promise I won't be late again." Her tender face dripping with contrition, she gazed at him pleadingly with luminous liquid eyes.
She had just come of age, but her face was etched with melancholy.
The manager glared at her and said, "Don't bother to show up if you can't arrive on time next time!"
Chloe nodded repeatedly, and he added, "Clean the presidential suite on the top floor. The guest will be here soon."
"I am on it."
The manager shook his head watching her leave in a hurry. She had only been working here for over a month. Other than her repeated tardiness this week, she was a dexterous and thoughtful worker.
Chloe quickly changed her clothes in the dressing room and rushed out with the utensils. She knew the manager was mad at her and decided to behave well, afraid he would fire her.
Her family was well off. However, her mother passed away, and her father remarried. Her stepmother was determined to make her life difficult. The vile woman deducted her tuition and cut her off, forcing her to take on a part-time job. She endured it for her father's happiness.
She was alone in the presidential suite and unwound a little.
Taking out a rag from the toolbox, she started cleaning. Just then, the door was suddenly closed, and someone hugged her from behind.
She was frightened and struggled desperately, but the man was too strong, so she could not break free.
"Darling, don't waste your energy." The man pinned her down and wanted to rip her clothes off.
"Who are you? Let me go!"
"Beautiful, don't be afraid. I promise it will be amazing. Be good." The fat man leered and kissed her delicate cheek.
She shouted and flailed wildly, but the man was too heavy and aggressive. She was sick to her stomach.
Suddenly, the curtains bulged. A pair of dark and eagle-like eyes stared fixedly at the bed, flickering menacingly. Blood oozed from his injured arm and dripped onto the ground along with his clenched fists.
The wretched man laughed arrogantly and had already ripped off Chloe's clothes.
She cried in despair and wished someone would save her. She wondered if she should bite her tongue and commit suicide. The humiliation was more dreadful than death.
Abruptly, the fat man collapsed onto the bed and stopped moving. She didn't know what was going on and pushed him tentatively. However, he didn't react.
She realized something was wrong and pushed him away with all her might, jumping up in horror. To her surprise, she bumped into a strong chest.
She covered her head and realized there was someone else. She looked up and saw a thin man standing before her. "You, you..." Her eyes widened as she kept reeling back. "You are with him. Don't hurt me. I don't have money...." She tried to run.
Sensing her fear, the man ignored the wound on his arm and covered her mouth forcefully. "Don't scream. I'm not a bad guy!"
She gaped at him in horror and exerted herself to calm down. The room felt dimmer because the curtains were drawn. The thick fabric blocked the sunlight, and they were shrouded in darkness.
She could barely make out his face but felt calmer. He had saved her, so he shouldn't be that evil. She nodded hard and signed for him to release her.
The man gave her an appraising look. Just then, footsteps quickly approached, and a door was opened in an eerie way.
It was them!
Charles' breath quickened, and his movements became more urgent. "I'm close," he gasped in my ear, his voice breaking between moans. My own pleasure surged, and I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my throat. A wave of electric tingles swept through me, my temples throbbed, and the world around me faded into white... Every pore on my body felt wide open, heat radiating from me in waves. It was surreal, as if I were in a dream, feeling everything but grasping none of it... I could hardly believe it-I had married this man, the infamous Alpha of the Black Valley Pack, Charles McLean, and I had just slept with him. But there was no love between us. We weren't fated mates. Since his first shift at eighteen, Charles McLean had never found his fated mate. And after one engagement after another, each of his fiancées had died under mysterious circumstances. Rumor had it that he wore a mask to conceal his hideous face and that he was a cruel, violent man who would kill without hesitation. People whispered that he had murdered his previous fiancées. His last fiancée-my sister-was terrified of him. Horrified by the stories, she had vehemently refused to marry him. And just before the wedding, she found her fated mate. So, without warning or preparation, I was forced to take her place, pushed into marrying Charles in her stead, to stand as his wife in name only and the unacknowledged Luna of the Black Valley Pack...
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
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In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?