Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.
In Binfield.
On the dance floor, men and women danced and swayed with wild abandon under the colorful flashing lights.
Michelle Greenwood made her way through the crowd. She wore a black lace backless dress, showing off her fair skin. The dress was so short that it barely covered her buttocks.
In a word, she was hot. She had nice, long legs and curves in all the right places, with full breasts and a slim waist.
As expected, as soon as she stepped into the bar, several men came up to her like hungry wolves, trying to strike up a conversation. Michelle refused them all politely with a dazzling smile.
Finally, Michelle saw the room she had been looking for. When she pushed the door open, she was met with deafening music inside.
Dozens of bottles of beer, wine, and champagne were scattered on the table.
"Michelle! You're late!" Nina Kim said. Her arm was draped over her best friend, Myles Larson's shoulder. They both looked a little drunk.
"Look! The star of the party is finally here! We're celebrating your return to being single. We've already drunk a couple of rounds. Come on, as the late comer, you have to drink a bottle of wine as punishment!" Myles broke free from Nina's grip. He grabbed a bottle of red wine from the table and came over.
He was right. Michelle had just signed the divorce agreement today.
Without saying a word, Michelle took the bottle and gulped down its contents.
She had been stuck in a traffic jam for two hours before she got here. She was so parched that her mouth had gone dry.
"Good job!" Nina gave her a thumbs up. "Divorce has made you stronger!"
"It's boring to just drink. Let's play a game!" someone suggested.
"Good idea!" Nina giggled. She liked to have fun.
"Throw the dice. The loser has to walk out and ask the first man he or she meets for a belt. Oh, and ask him about the color of his underwear."
This was too exciting! Everyone agreed to the rules readily. The atmosphere was lively and everyone held their breaths in anticipation as each person took a turn in rolling the dice.
Tonight, luck was not on the divorced woman's side.
Sure enough, Michelle lost the game.
She picked up a glass of wine from the table and downed it in one gulp. Then she got up and slowly walked towards the door.
Just then, a tall, handsome man happened to walk past the door.
He was wearing a black shirt with the top two buttons unfastened, exposing his defined collarbone. The hem of the shirt was tucked into his slacks, outlining the man's trim waist.
In a place like this, this man was probably... A gigolo?
"Oh, my God! He's gorgeous! I'm so jealous, Michelle! He's so handsome, I can't believe he's a real man!" Nina's face flushed with excitement, her eyes glued to the mysterious man.
Michelle took a deep breath and thought, 'Good thing my target's a gigolo. I can just solve this with money."
She approached the man furtively and tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, sir!"
The man turned around and his eyes met Michelle's. She nearly gasped. He was even more handsome than she had expected.
But at the same time, she felt that he looked familiar. Could she have met him before?
Alcohol made Michelle bolder than usual. She shrugged off her inhibitions and swallowed hard.
"Sir, I... I lost a game. Can you give me... your belt? Don't worry! I'll give you a big tip for it!" As Michelle spoke, she took out a few notes from her bag and stuffed them into the man's collar.
"Tip?" Gerard Roberts asked, his lips curving up in a charming smile.
Instantly, Michelle felt goose bumps all over her body.
"Yes. Take it. I know your job isn't easy. Oh, also, I need to know... Uhm. What color is your underpants?" Michelle asked while patting the man on the butt.
The man's beautiful eyes glowed playfully. He looked at her up and down, his eyes so sharp that they seemed to pierce through her clothes.
Gerard took a good look at Michelle. She had a smooth oval face and dainty features. Her bright eyes sparkled with energy. Any man who saw her pink lips would want a taste of them.
"This question..." With one hand on the wall, Gerard leaned against the door frame and squinted at her evilly. He raised her chin with his long finger and said with a devilish smile, "You are welcome to find the answer for yourself."
Michelle was startled by the man's behavior. She took a step back, slipped, and almost sprained her ankle.
Fortunately, a strong arm caught her.
"There's no need to rush." A deep, masculine voice sounded in her ears.
Before Michelle could figure out what was going on, she felt something warm pressed against her waist. It turned out that he had placed his big hand on her. He cupped her chin and forced her to face him.
Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes met his. In the blink of an eye, his lips were pressed against hers.
Michelle thought the kiss would be gentle. At least it was when he initiated it. Then it changed.
It was like a chemical reaction.
He kissed her passionately and crazily, as if he was trying to devour her.
The tip of his tongue pushed past her lips and danced with her tongue, stroking it and sucking greedily.
This man was surprisingly good at kissing. Michelle, on the other hand, didn't have much experience. In addition, she was drunk, so she was unable to resist him. After a while, her legs became weak and were about to buckle from underneath her.
Standing nearby, Damien Mason, Gerard's assistant, was shocked by this scene.
Was... Was he seeing things?
How could this woman look just like...
Before Damien could complete the thought, Gerard's voice interrupted him. "Bring the car over."
Damien came back to his senses and nodded. He didn't dare to dillydally and scurried off quickly.
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.
Their marriage was nothing but for the benefit of the two families. He could choose anyone to be his bride, but the moment he laid his eyes on her, he knew she was the one he wanted. However, their marriage didn't last for a long because of her indifference. Until the moment he signed the divorce agreement, he finally witnessed her true colors. It turned out that she also took advantage of him. Their divorce was not an end but the start of the real love game.
When they met again, Jason cast aside his paranoia and pride, warmly embracing Chelsey. "Please, come back to me?" For three years, she had been his secretary by day and his companion by night. Chelsey had always complied with his requests, like an obedient pet. However, when Jason declared his plans to marry another, she chose to stop loving him and to let go. But life took unexpected turns. His unyielding pursuit, her pregnancy, and her mother's greed gradually pushed her to the brink. Eventually, she endured tremendous suffering. Five years later, when she returned, she was no longer the woman she once was. Yet he had spiraled into five years of chaos.
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After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
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!"