On her escape out of an arranged marriage, she had a crazy night with a strange guy... Six years later, she came back from abroad with her twin babies and embarked on the journey of revenge. Her stepmother and sister, whoever had hurt her should pay the price! In the meantime, however, the stranger that night also kept an eye on her and a cat-and-mouse game began. "Mr. Loren, Wilmett is out for a movie with your brother." Loren, "Go get someone to break his leg and throw him out." "Mr. Loren, some guy proposed to Wilmett!" Hearing that, he hurried back home and saw his little woman fiddling with a ring. He pressed her down against the sofa, his hot breath blowing over her ears, "Honey, let's make some more babies."
In a spacious luxurious private room of a five-star hotel.
A tall, wheat-skinned, stocky man was tied to a Roman-style bed in the center of the room.
He was in a coma, his eyelashes trembling. The fiendish heat almost deprived him of his reason.
Wilmett, a little bit drunk, appreciated carefully the handsome face of the man.
In a few days, she was going to step into the marriage with an old man under the arrangement of her family, so tonight she´s ready to have fun.
In the darkness, she touched his abs.
'Sweet Jesus, aren't you fit!'
She swallowed despite herself and felt like a nympho.
Actually, she was hesitant about this.
After all, she´s still a virgin.
Sensing Wilmett was fondling his body, Loren frowned slightly.
It was time to show her the dark side of the world. She should not have picked up some strange man on the street.
Wilmett took out the condom she packed in case she got pregnant, but she didn't know how to handle it because she had never touched it before.
It was dim in the room. She had trouble seeing and studied it for quite some time.
Wilmett had to pull out the phone, she was going to call for help.
A bang came.
Her phone was snatched and thrown to the ground.
Wilmett was startled, and her mind went blank. Then she was pinned down with force.
Her world was spinning.
A man was on her, and she couldn't move.
It was like she was being preyed on by a nightwalker.
Her bright eyes were filled with shock and fear.
No way! That man!
He woke up!
Loren grabbed her wrists and raised them above his head, his husky voice crawling all the way from the abyssal hell.
"You don't know how to use it? I'll teach you."
"Man, take it easy. Listen to me. It's a misunderstanding. I'm not lying."
Wilmett stammered and didn't know how to phrase it.
This was terrible. Was he going to call the police on her?
After all, this was attempted kidnap.
"You want to bang me?"
His cold voice rang out as he gripped her harder. She felt as if her wrist bones were about to crack.
"That's right. I'm going to sleep with you tonight. My bed is the sacred palace you will not escape from."
Loren smirked. The girl had balls.
"You asked for this."
Wilmett was going to say something, but her mouth was covered by Loren, who used his hot hands to tear down her clothes.
In the hotel's luxurious suite.
A pair in passion were moaning in the sweet agony of ultimate intimacy.
The next day.
Dawn broke, yet the sky was still dull.
Wilmett woke up in a daze. One slight movement was enough to trigger the dormant pain all over her.
She felt sore and feeble, and every bone in her seemed to have been relocated in the wrong places.
The retrospection of their wild night gave her a blush.
Shortly after she left, Loren, who was in the Roman-style bed, woke up.
Loren stretched out his hands but only touched sheets.
He opened his eyes and found his little trophy who had fainted from his attack last night was gone.
He sat up with wolf-like frightening gaze.
A bloody stain was left on the white sheets.
He got out of bed and put on his shirt, noticing some bite marks on his shoulders.
Courtesy of the heroine of last night's dalliance.
He frowned thinking of all the craziness that went down in one night.
Half an hour later.
Irvin hurried over with all the other bodyguards.
"Find the woman who booked this room last night."
She was his woman now. A fling wasn't enough for him. He wanted the whole girlfriend package.
Desire burned in his chilly crimson eyes. He wanted her all for himself.
Wilmett was unaware she had scored a big shot last night. Right after she left the hotel, she was kidnapped by a gang of thugs.
When she woke up, she found herself in an abandoned warehouse.
"Wilmett, Mr. Arnot is waiting to put a ring on you."
"Have you ever considered the consequences of your little whim? How are we going to explain to him?"
"I have a hunch you want to screw us over."
Rhoda crouched down, and her sharp fingernails tickled Wilmett's face, her smile sinister.
Rhoda Yale, the daughter of Wilmett's stepmother.
"Rhoda, you advised Uncle to marry me to that old bastard! You shameless slut!"
Rhoda put on an innocent look.
"Because I am scared one day you will find out your mother died because of me."
"What are you talking about?"
Wilmett was astonished, and her beautiful eyes were the size of saucers.
Her mother had been seriously ill and hospitalized. She died because her heart stopped beating. What did it have to do with Rhoda?
Rhoda smiled sweetly, as if she was recalling a trivial matter.
"I had to charge my phone, so I could only unplug her ventilator. Who knew your mother was so fragile and died pretty quickly."
"Right, Dad also knows about this. He kept it a secret for me. It turns out he loves me the most."
Rhoda had killed her mother but broke it to her without guilt. Wilmett's heart lurched as she bellowed with grief and indignation.
"Rhoda! You murdered my mother. I will kill you!"
"Not only your mother, but your younger brother sort of died in my hands."
"I tricked him into swimming and watched him drown."
"Before he died, he cried out to me for help."
"Rhoda!"
Wilmett struggled to get up, desiring to bite Rhoda's neck off, but she was feeble and couldn't move.
She hated Rhoda but also herself for not seeing how vicious the mother and daughter were. She failed to protect her own brother and even made friends with her enemies!
"Wilmett, you're worthless now. I will appeal to my better nature and help you reunite with your poor brother and mother in hell as a thank-you for giving me your boyfriend."
At that, Rhoda stood up and coldly instructed the thugs, "Throw her into the sea to feed the fish. Don't leave anything behind."
"Rhoda, if I survive, I will have my revenge with you! Just wait. I will destroy you!"
Wilmett roared but found no strength in herself.
The goons put her in a sack and threw her into the sea while there was no one roving about the suburbs in the wee hours.
Her short life played back in her head as she sank.
Her mother died young. One month after she was buried, Rhoda and her mother moved in.
Celia doted on her and would cover for her when she hung in nightclubs. She even encouraged her to start dating as a teenager and fight with her bullies.
She had thought Celia was a good stepmother, but it turned out her goal was to make her a loser.
Her father was biased towards Rhoda and never cared about her.
Wilmett was not afraid of death. She just hated to never avenge her mother and brother's murders.
God, was there anyone to help her? She wanted to live and get her revenge! She wanted to destroy the Yales!
I am the most talented doctor, the genius artist, the most famous jeweler designer, and I am going to be the richest one, making Conor, the king of a super powerful family, lose his crown… Conor was hunt down me for six years because I raped him. No, because he raped me. It didn't matter anyway. Since be selling by my father, I was gonna be Conor's fake wife. The noble people thought I would be a disgrace to their family since I was the mentally handicapped. What fuck! When I was going to be gotten rid of as rubbish, a baby boy showed up and called me mom. Conor gaped at baby boy since the baby boy just looked like child version of him. Conor sheathed in my body, moaning, “Don’t hide from me. Tell me everything, sweetheart.” I blinked, grinning, “Our baby girl also misses her daddy.” Conor, "…"
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
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! ".
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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.