When he was in his late fifties, he was still single and lonely. His first plan was to start his own business and then to find his Miss Right. However, he was not a good businessman and all his money was gone after he fell into his partner's trap. He had no way out and became a fortune teller to earn his bread, but he never expected that this job would give him a chance to meet her, an A-list actress and a gorgeous woman.
Norton Byrne was fifty-six years old this year, but he was still single. He had planned to start a family after starting a business, but it turned out that he had neither talent nor luck when it came to doing business. His so-called business partner had ripped him off, leaving him with almost nothing. In the end, he had no choice but to set up a small stall on the roadside and pretended to be a psychic.
He had never dreamed that one day, he would be able to lie on a superstar's legs and read her palm.
Harley Evans, the most famous actress in the country, had appeared in several hit TV shows. She was only twenty-six years old, but she was considered a goddess in the hearts of countless men.
She had acted as a fairy in a lot of fantasy shows, where she looked ethereal and otherworldly in her beautiful dresses. But today, she was wearing a short and simple floral dress, like a sweet little girl next door.
Her fair and slender legs were covered by a thin layer of silk stockings. Her delicate face and her pair of watery eyes could melt any man's heart.
As for how Norton had gotten the opportunity of laying his hands on this beauty, it was a long story.
Several days ago, something very odd had happened in Harley's house.
Afraid that the incident would be leaked to the media, she had secretly found Norton at his small roadside stall, hoping that he could help her solve the problem at home.
At this moment, Norton couldn't think about anything other than Harley's luscious breasts, which were looming in front of his eyes. He could only image how it would feel to knead those ample breasts with his own hands.
Feeling a little uncomfortable under his lustful gaze, Harley twisted her body away and helped Norton up from the chair, drawing him back to earth from his perverted fantasy.
"Miss Evans, don't worry. I'll solve the problem for you," Norton assured with a smile, revealing his yellow teeth.
"Thank you, Mr. Byrne."
Hearing Harley's sweet and coquettish voice, Norton felt that his cock was in danger of jumping loose without even being touched.
He swallowed hard and pressed down at his crotch before picking up a compass and wandering around Harley's villa.
Although he wasn't a real psychic, he paused every now and then and clucked his tongue as if he sensed something evil in the room. Finally, he turned back to Harley and shook his head. "Miss Evans, the spirit in your house is very fierce."
Harley's delicate face turned pale with fear. Her breasts swayed under the dress as she walked over to him. "Mr. Byrne, can you sense it?"
"First, tell me, what happened to you?" Norton asked.
Licking her lips nervously, Harley answered, "Well, every night, I go to bed alone but I feel as though someone is touching my body, and..."
As she spoke, her voice kept getting lower and lower, and her pretty face flushed red. Glancing at Norton, she continued in a soft voice, "And every morning when I wake up, I find that my panties are gone, as if someone takes them off while I'm asleep."
Harley found it embarrassing to even say those words out loud. She couldn't believe that she had to tell a stranger about these things, but she had no other choice if she wanted to solve the problem.
Norton swallowed hard and resisted the urge to rip off Harley's panties. Trying hard to maintain a serious look on his face, he said, "It seems that you are being harassed by a lecher ghost."
"A lecher ghost?"
Looking at the bathroom on the second floor, Norton explained, "Generally speaking, lecher ghosts like to hide in the bathroom and peep at women while they're taking a shower. I'll go upstairs to see if he is there."
Without any delay, he walked up the stairs to the second floor.
It took Harley a moment to remember that her old pair of panties was still in the bathroom, but it was too late to stop Norton.
When Norton pushed the bathroom door open, the first thing he saw was a pair of pink lace panties lying on the wash basin.
The bathroom was filled with the intoxicating scent of refreshing shower gel. As soon as he saw the panties, Norton's eyes lit up, and the pace of his breathing quickened.
He couldn't believe that he was staring at his goddess's panties, which had touched her sexy buttocks. He would pay with his life to get the chance to just lick those panties once.
Jemma’s dad was jailed, and her friend betrayed her, leaving her desperate for the President’s help. While pleading her case, she unexpectedly spent a night with a mysterious man she knew nothing about. She discovered he was actually the President she sought, but he hated her and another woman had assumed her identity. Undeterred, Jemma overturned her father's conviction, thrived in many industries, and became a foreign President’s sister. Elites vied for her favor. When the truth emerged, the President regretted his deeds and claimed she was his only love, but Jemma said, “Sorry, I’d stay single.”
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.
Compelled by her dad's dilemma and the looming fate of their business, Irene agreed to become Braydon's lover. To outsiders, Braydon seemed invulnerable, yet only Irene was privy to the tempestuous passions he unleashed behind closed doors. Gradually, Irene found herself tangled in the intricate emotional snare Braydon had woven, her heart craving more, only to be shattered by the revelation of his engagement. Devastated, she left and soon encountered Braydon's archrival. It was then that the formidable Braydon confronted the esteemed surgeon Dr. Mitchell, all in a fierce struggle over Irene.
Working during summer vacation, a strange customer threw hot milk tea at me and even damaged the machines in the store. The milk tea shop sided with the customer and even took all of my wages to compensate for the damages. When I went to argue about it, I was crushed into minced meat by a large truck on the way. Opening my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment when the customer threw milk tea at me.
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. 【Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.】
In an effort to save his girlfriend's life, Randall's right hand was severely injured, rendering him disabled for life. Unexpectedly, what he got in return was betrayal: his girlfriend left him for his best friend! Just as he felt that his world was falling apart, he met a man who changed his life—the legendary Dr. Stewart Tran. Randall not only became a disciple of this world-renowned doctor but also inherited the man's insane wealth. That was how Randall started fighting back, defeating anyone who got in his way—and ultimately, living his legendary life.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
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."
We've been married for three years, but I've never truly had his love. When his childhood sweetheart returned, just as promised, all I was met with were the cold, glaring divorce papers. "If I were carrying our child, would you still choose to divorce?" I asked, holding onto the faintest glimmer of hope, making one last desperate plea. His response, as expected, was just as cold as ever. "Yes." I closed my eyes, choking back tears, and finally chose to let go-to honor his decision. Years later, my heart had turned to ash. Lying in a hospital bed, I trembled as I signed the divorce papers. "Alexander, from this moment on, we owe each other nothing..." What I never saw coming was the ruthless, decisive CEO kneeling at my bedside, his voice hoarse, almost broken, as he pleaded, "Vivienne, don't divorce me... please."
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
"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?"