To pay the debt, she substituted for the bride and married him, the devil everyone feared and respected. She's desperate and out of options. He's ruthless and out of patience. He took a bite of her sweetness, and gradually submitted to the addictive lust. Before he came to his realization, he was already unable to extricate himself from her. Desire triggered their story, but how would this conditional love continue?
"Dad, please. I don't want to marry a total stranger. Please don't force me into such a marriage!" Ayla Woodsen was kneeling on the floor in front of Clayton, her adoptive father. Tears ran down her cheeks and her delicate face was twisted with an expression of deep pain. She pulled on Clayton's sleeve as she begged.
Clayton looked at her sternly and said coldly, "If you don't marry him, it will be your elder sister who would have to. I have raised you all these years, Ayla. Now I want you to do something for me in return. Marry this man for your sister's sake!" From Clayton's tone, it was clear that his decision was made and nothing Ayla said or did could change his mind.
Ayla clasped her hands fervently and begged the man she called "Dad" all the more. "Dad, you know I like Toby. He promised he would come back and marry me. I can't marry anyone else." She prayed in her heart that her father would change his mind.
However, Clayton was adamant. "If Toby really wants to marry you, why hasn't he called you all these years? Come on, Ayla, don't be fooled. It is obvious that he has no intention of marrying you."
"But..."
"Enough! I owe Mr. Clark a huge amount of money and I can't pay it back! Do you want his men to beat me to death?" Clayton snapped.
At this point, Ayla's eyes were blurred by tears. She knew that her fate was sealed and there was nothing she could do. She slowly let down her hands.
Suddenly, the front door was kicked open in a loud bang and several strong men all dressed in black came in.
"Mr. Clark wants to see you now," one of the men said coldly.
"Where are you taking me?" Ayla hid herself in a corner of the room. She looked scared and was shaking all over.
Two men rudely pulled her up and dragged her out.
She resisted and struggled to free herself, but all went in vain.
......
An hour later, in the presidential suite of Hyatt Hotel
Ayla was thrown heavily to the floor by her abductors.
"Look at me, Arlene Woodsen," Brian Clark said calmly. Though his voice was low, his tone was cold enough to stop Ayla from thinking about running.
Arlene Woodsen was in fact her elder sister. However, Ayla couldn't tell this man that.
"Are you really trying to pretend to be innocent?" Brian asked leisurely with his legs crossed as he stared casually at the woman on the floor in front of him.
At this moment, a rough voice sounded close to Ayla's ear. "Didn't you hear Mr. Clark?"
The next second, her chin was raised ruthlessly. Everyone in the room saw her face clearly, and she could also see the man sitting in the middle of the room.
"Wow, she's a pretty chick, Mr. Clark. No wonder so many men want her," someone commented.
Ayla was indeed a very beautiful woman. She was only nineteen years old, and she had a very curvy body.
"Are you scared?" Brian finally stood up from the sofa and looked down at her.
"I... I..." Ayla stammered, but she couldn't say anything. She just didn't know what to say, especially to a man like Brian.
"Miss Woodsen, I heard that you are a social butterfly. Rumor has it that night clubs are your second home and you have countless sex partners. What are you so scared of now?" A scornful smile appeared on Brian's face as he spoke. If he hadn't heard about Arlene's reputation, he might have been fooled by the innocent look on the face of this woman.
"That's not true!" Ayla finally mustered the courage to speak. She couldn't accept to be treated like a frivolous woman, which she was not.
Brian was confused by what she said. What wasn't true? Did she mean she didn't have sex partners or that she wasn't scared?
However, he didn't bother to ask.
"All right, all right. Let's go! We'd better not ruin Mr. Clark's mood," the leading man in black said.
The next moment, all the men left the room.
There were only Brian and Ayla in the room now.
Brian looked at her and pointed at a seat next to him. "Sit here," he said coldly.
Ayla got up nervously and sat down. Then, he handed her a glass of red wine. "Drink it!"
"I don't drink," she said, shaking her head in refusal. She actually was not a drinker.
Brian waggled the glass in his hand lightly and seemed thoughtful for a while. This girl was really interesting. After a while, his cold voice sounded again.
"If you don't want to drink, then go to bed."
To pay the debt, she substituted for the bride and married him, the devil everyone feared and respected. She’s desperate and out of options. He’s ruthless and out of patience. He took a bite of her sweetness, and gradually submitted to the addictive lust. Before he came to his realization, he was already unable to extricate himself from her. Desire triggered their story, but how would this conditional love continue?
To pay the debt, she substituted for the bride and married him, the devil everyone feared and respected. She’s desperate and out of options. He’s ruthless and out of patience. He took a bite of her sweetness, and gradually submitted to the addictive lust. Before he came to his realization, he was already unable to extricate himself from her. Desire triggered their story, but how would this conditional love continue?
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."