For five years, Farris was despised by the Chen family. Everyone in the Chen family thought that they could walk all over him, and his mother-in-law even wanted her daughter to divorce him. His wife was the only one who always appreciated him and stayed by his side. Farris just wanted to hold her hand and give her the whole world. One day, in order to rebuild the welfare house where he had grown up, he swallowed his self-respect and asked the Chen family to lend him some money. But all he got in return for his request was their endless ridicule and abuse. Unexpectedly, his biological father contacted him out of the blue and gave him five hundred billion dollars as his inheritance! In an instant, the luxury hotels and sports cars that countless people dreamed of became his property. It made his mother-in-law beg, "Farris, please don't leave my daughter!" Even the old lady who was the head of the Chen family knelt in front of him. "Farris, you're the only one who can make the Chen family prosper. Please help us."
"Your mother's health is deteriorating.
She has to undergo surgery tonight!
The procedure will cost three hundred thousand dollars.
The fees must be paid before five o'clock.
Without surgery, she won't make it through tonight."
The doctor's remarks struck Farris Leopard like a bolt from the blue.
His body trembled, and he almost fell to the floor.
He went back inside the ward with a heavy heart.
Looking at his foster mother lying on the hospital bed, Farris' eyes turned red.
Her hair was grey and her face was wrinkled, showing her age.
Color had faded from her face, and her breath had become labored.
Seeing her calloused hands made Farris feel bad for allowing this to happen to her.
It was this woman who brought Farris up and paid for his college fees.
He owed his life to her.
He straightened up the sloppy blanket for her and sat there for a long time before leaving the ward.
The moment he walked out of the ward, Farris took out his phone and called his mother-in-law, Charis Walker.
"My foster mother is in a critical condition. Can you lend me three hundred thousand dollars..."
Before Farris could finish his words, Charis cut him off.
"You're such a loser! Shouldn't you be the one giving me money since you are my son-in-law?
I already ignored the fact that you've never brought home even a single penny, now this?
You have the nerves to borrow money from me, huh?
Well, I'm not as coldhearted as you think I am.
I'll lend you the money you need if you agree to divorce Sheila.
Otherwise, there's no way I'm going to help you!"
"You know I can't divorce Sheila."
Perhaps it was because of mixed emotions that Farris sounded as if he was on the verge of breaking down.
"Then just watch your foster mother die.
Don't ask me for money again!"
After saying that, Charis ended the call.
It didn't matter to her whether Farris' foster mother would die or not.
All she wanted was for him to divorce Sheila.
Hopeless, Farris could only sigh.
He and his wife, Sheila Jackson, were classmates in college.
They had been together for four years until they decided to get married as soon as they graduated.
That was how much they loved each other.
Marrying a woman from the Jackson Family, which held assets worth hundreds of millions of dollars and had several companies, was not easy for a man from a mediocre family-like Farris.
Getting married to Sheila meant living with the Jackson Family.
For years, he had been the object of scorn and ridicule from everyone around him.
He was not allowed to get a job and was required to stay at home to do household chores.
He even had to ask his mother-in-law for money if he needed to buy groceries.
But as long as Sheila was happy, Farris didn't care about what others thought of him. Money and power didn't matter to him at all.
All that mattered to Farris was that Sheila wouldn't leave him.
No matter how useless he looked in the eyes of the Jacksons, as long as he could do his duty as her husband, he wouldn't mind.
However, his foster mother's serious illness brought him back to reality.
Without money and power, there was nothing he could do to save the person he loved.
In the middle of his self-loathing, a beautiful figure suddenly appeared at the door of the ward.
Out of breath, Sheila made her way to Farris, clutching a bag in one hand.
She was still wearing her office attire, so he figured that she had come here straight from the company.
"Honey, this is..."
Looking at the money in the bag, Farris' brows furrowed in confusion.
"I've heard that your foster mother is in desperate need of medical care.
I... I don't have much money.
I only have fifty thousand dollars in my bank account.
It's the money I've been saving up for myself over the last few years.
You can use it for now."
"No, this is your savings. I can't take it!"
Farris shook his head in refusal.
He knew how practical Sheila had been all her life.
She usually went out by the subway and avoided eating at expensive restaurants to save up.
Although Sheila came from a very wealthy family and didn't have to lead a remarkably frugal existence, the Jackson Family was composed of many people.
The current head of the family, Faustina Jackson, had three sons and each of them took charge of family subsidiaries.
Among them was her eldest son, Quincy Jackson, who was Sheila's father.
He was in charge of Sheila Cosmetics, but it had the worst business among all the Jackson Family's subsidiaries. Therefore, Faustina wasn't fond of Quincy's family at all.
For five years, Farris was despised by the Jackson family. Everyone in the Jackson family thought that they could walk all over him, and his mother-in-law even wanted her daughter to divorce him. His wife was the only one who always appreciated him and stayed by his side. Farris just wanted to hold her hand and give her the whole world. One day, in order to rebuild the welfare house where he had grown up, he swallowed his self-respect and asked the Chen family to lend him some money. But all he got in return for his request was their endless ridicule and abuse. Unexpectedly, his biological father contacted him out of the blue and gave him five hundred billion dollars as his inheritance! In an instant, the luxury hotels and sports cars that countless people dreamed of became his property. It made his mother-in-law beg, "Farris, please don't leave my daughter!" Even the old lady who was the head of the Jackson family knelt in front of him. "Farris, you're the only one who can make the Jackson family prosper. Please help us."
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
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.
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 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?
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.】