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?
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.
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."