"Abandoned by her mother the night she was born, Layla was taken in and raised by her grandmother in the countryside. Her life was peaceful and uneventful until one day, right before she turned twenty, a group of men came to her home and told her about her true identity. It turned out that she was the daughter of the wealthy Reed family, and her parents suddenly wanted to take her back. She thought that they were going to make up for lost time, but to her horror, they only wanted her back for one reason: for her to marry a disabled man instead of Sandra, their other daughter. They even went so far as to use her vulnerable grandmother as a bargaining chip to force her. Clark was the heir of the powerful Smith family, but his family was on the brink of bankruptcy. As if that wasn't enough, thanks to a car accident, the grumpy man was now also wheelchair-bound. Desperate to get out of this plight, he married Layla. However, on their wedding night, Clack and Layla signed an agreement, agreeing to get divorced after two years. Would this marriage really last two years? Would Clark find out that his wife was not a rich pampered princess but a simple country girl? Between her persistent pursuer and her cold husband, who would Layla choose?"
The ornately decorated wedding car trundled into a quiet villa alone. It was supposed to be a happy day, filled with fun and laughter. But the atmosphere was depressing as a funeral.
Layla Reed looked ahead, with her chin held high, her back straight, trying to look strong and confident. She recalled what her mother, Alina Wallace, had told her before she got in the wedding car. "If you bring any shame or disgrace to the Reed family, I will drive that old woman out of the hospital."
Alina was referring to Layla's grandmother. Although Layla knew she and her grandma weren't related by blood, she still loved the woman with all her heart.
A month ago, Layla was just a country girl.
One day, a group of men in black brought the police to Layla's house, saying she was the daughter of the Reed family who had gone missing for many years. Someone had mistakenly taken Layla away after she was born. Now, her parents found out the truth and wanted to take Layla back.
Layla had always yearned to meet her parents and experience their love and care. Thinking that God had finally heard her prayers, Layla followed the men to the Reed family's villa. However, her heart sank with disappointment when she saw her biological parents, Alina and Jim Reed.
"Is this the child?" Alina looked her up and down, scrunching her nose up in disgust. "Gosh, look at her skin. It's terrible. Give her a facial."
The servants immediately took Layla to a room for beauty treatments. The cozy bed and the relaxing massage made her sleepy. Just as her eyes closed and she was about to fall asleep, she heard the servants whispering to each other.
"Is this the country girl, who is going to get married on behalf of Miss Sandra Reed?"
"Yes. That's sad. I heard the eldest son of the Smith family is a cripple and has a bad temper. Now, the Smith family is on the verge of bankruptcy. They are borrowing money everywhere. Mrs. Reed doesn't want Miss Sandra Reed to suffer, so she has brought the country girl back to marry him. She is the substitute bride."
"I heard Miss Reed is in love with the eldest son of the Lawrence family. Is that true? Then, why didn't Mr. Reed cancel the engagement right away?" one of the servants asked.
"Are you silly? Mr. Reed values people's opinions of him above everything else. Why would he call off the engagement and make a fool of himself?"
Layla's eyes sprang open. A sense of betrayal resided in the pit of her stomach. Anger surged through her veins. She quickly stood up and walked toward the door.
She wanted to go back to her hometown. This place was not her home. They were not her parents! They regarded her as a substitute. Nothing else.
Unexpectedly, just as she stepped out of the room, she saw Alina standing at the door. As if she had anticipated such a reaction from Layla, Alina threw a diagnosis report at her.
"Take a look at this."
Layla frowned and picked it up. Her heart ached when she saw the name on it.
It was her grandma. She was diagnosed with primary myocardial infarction. It was already in the advanced stage. The estimated cost of the operation was five hundred thousand dollars. Layla froze. Where would she get so much money?
"If you marry into the Smith family on behalf of Sandra, I will pay for the old woman's treatment."
This woman, who claimed to be Layla's biological mother, didn't even bother pretending to be nice to her. She instantly proposed a deal, firmly believing that Layla would do anything to stop her grandmother from dying.
"Mrs. Smith, here we are."
The wedding car stopped, and the driver's voice snapped Layla from her thoughts.
"Okay."
She hurriedly grasped the hemline of her wedding dress and ducked out of the car. Unfortunately, she hit the car's roof. She looked up and saw the servants eyeing her with mockery. Loosening her grip on the hemline, she glared at them, took a deep breath, and strode forward.
Just then, her sharp heel stepped on the hemline of her dress, ripping it apart.
Layla lost her balance and fell backward.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she waited for her back to collide with the ground. However, she didn't feel any pain.
Layla slowly opened her eyes. A frown creased her forehead as she found herself lying in the arms of a strange man. She looked up and found his deep eyes set on hers.
The man looked grim. He was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing his wedding suit. A white silk handkerchief peeked out of his breast pocket.
Was he Clark Smith, her husband-to-be?
"Abandoned by her mother the night she was born, Layla was taken in and raised by her grandmother in the countryside. Her life was peaceful and uneventful until one day, right before she turned twenty, a group of men came to her home and told her about her true identity. It turned out that she was the daughter of the wealthy Reed family, and her parents suddenly wanted to take her back. She thought that they were going to make up for lost time, but to her horror, they only wanted her back for one reason: for her to marry a disabled man instead of Sandra, their other daughter. They even went so far as to use her vulnerable grandmother as a bargaining chip to force her. Clark was the heir of the powerful Smith family, but his family was on the brink of bankruptcy. As if that wasn't enough, thanks to a car accident, the grumpy man was now also wheelchair-bound. Desperate to get out of this plight, he married Layla. However, on their wedding night, Clack and Layla signed an agreement, agreeing to get divorced after two years. Would this marriage really last two years? Would Clark find out that his wife was not a rich pampered princess but a simple country girl? Between her persistent pursuer and her cold husband, who would Layla choose?"
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."
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?"
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"