There is nothing more embarrassing than approaching a man with a marriage proposal while you're still intoxicated! Chelsea Leigh Garcia is a young woman who got wasted in a well-known club and ended up as the bride/personal maid of a well-known CEO of a huge company, but he is also a pervert who is continuously teasing her. Will the course of his life change forever in the hands of Red Chandler Buenavista? But what if there are a lot of challenges they need to overcome to prove their undying love for each other? Make sure to fasten your seatbelts because we are about to witness the rollercoaster life of Chelsea Leigh Garcia and Red Chandler Buenavista.
RED
Handsome, wealthy, intelligent, and noble, with six-pack abs, and single. That is how the majority of people characterize me. That's right, you read it correctly. I am the epitome of wealth and perfection. But I'm a young master who isn't easily seduced by any woman. Especially if she is the sort of woman who enjoys drinking and going to bars, and especially a woman who wants to use me as a bargaining chip. I won't be easily seduced by those hot cheeks with hot thighs, but I can't deny that sometimes there are women who catch my attention. However, when I learn more about their lifestyle, they immediately turn into a huge red flag in my eyes.
I was about to get out of this chaotic bar when suddenly a woman grabbed my arm. She held onto me while walking like a freaking zombie! Who is this woman? What in the world is she up to?
I have been in a similar situation like this before, where someone pretended to be drunk and then accidentally bumped into me.
Tss!
I'm not going to be susceptible to this kind of scam. Woman, you'd better find someone else.
I was stunned by what I was thinking as I smelled the glistening aroma of wine emanating from her mouth. "You are the most handsome man I have seen tonight... How about marrying me, Mr. Handsome?" she murmured, her face lit up with the sweetest grin.
She had a slim, twine-thin sculpted figure. She had a burnished complexion and a tapered waist. Arched brows peered down at long, flowing eyelashes. Her button nose was framed by beautiful ears. Bright cheeks. She had saccharine sweet lips. They softly opened up and grew slightly apart. She breathed softly on her carmine-red fingernails and flashed a set of sparkling, angel-white teeth. Her long, moon shadow-black hair was lovely to look at. Her puffy, heart-shaped lips were covered by her seductive, constellation-brown eyes as she looked at me. Her beauty is not your typical beauty. I was just staring at her when that thought came to me.
Who is this woman?
I couldn't help but shake my head at what I was thinking. Anyways, why should I care? She is, without a doubt, like any other woman in financial distress who is looking for someone to help her.
"Let go!" I shouted at her, and shoved her away from me.
Who did she think she is? Even asking me to marry her in the midst of a large crowd. She wasn't even close to being my type.... Well... Although she is attractive, I will not lower my standards only to suit this type of woman.
I noticed her being escorted by two men who appeared to be wasted. "Miss, what if we got married? ha-ha-ha," they joke as they brush their hands across the woman's shoulder. "Stop struggling, come with us... I promise we will be gentle," said the guy who looks like a rugby user.
I quickly approached them and took the rugby looking users hand away from that woman's shoulder. "Ouch!" he moaned. I just stared at him with a blank expression. A serious face as possible.
"Get lost!" I said with a serious face, the two rugby-looking users were immediately stunned and quickly ran away.
Anyway, how was it possible for this woman to continue drinking? Given how wasted she is, it would be rude of me to leave her on the floor. Do I need to assist her? No, why would I even help her. I have no idea who she is or where she lives. Just a pain in the neck, that's all she'll be.
I look at her and seeing her laying on the ground makes me feel pity for her. You should be grateful that you ran into someone as nice as me, lady. Fine, I'll match your performance. I carried her to my car and drove her home.
BUENAVISTA'S MANSION
"Warmly welcome her in; she'll be staying for the night," I informed the maids. She struggled to stand up straight, and despite staggering, she pushed herself to bow.
"Hello!" she said with the sweetest smile on her face. Her actions earned a smile from the servants. This woman appears to be really wasted. Her system was overpowered by the effects of alcohol.
"Take her to the guest room." I ordered them and went straight to my room to take a shower.
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After I showered, I went to the guest room to check if that woman was still breathing.
"Are you awake?" I asked when I saw her peeking out the window.
"Ah!! Pervert!!" she shouted as she took a pillow to throw at me. "Who are you?! What did you do to me?!" she said while tears are continually dropping from her eyes.
I approached her and whispered. "Would you believe me if I told you we did everything I wanted?" I whispered in the side of her ear. "You seem to be satisfied with what we did earlier," I said, teasing her. She just stood there looking at me in shock at what I said. She instantly developed rosy cheeks. Did she just flush after hearing what I said?
After a few minutes, she seemed to have recovered from her daydreaming, "Your face is too thick to speak such words. Me? Satisfied?! I am Chelsea Leigh Garcia and I'm not that low class of a lady if that's what you're thinking!" she yelled in my face. She slapped a 1,000 peso cash in my face and said, "A thousand for this one night, think what you want to think but I don't want to see your face again, goodbye!" She then stormed out of the guest room and slammed the door as she left.
Wait a minute- Is this how she'll repay me for everything I've done for her? She is the one who insisted that I marry her earlier and she is the one who just made a scene a while ago? And why did she throw one thousand peso cash? Damn, I'm only worth one thousand peso?!
"Hmm... Chelsea Leigh Garcia... She is kinda interesting..." I grin as I recall her name. I think I like her. This type of woman should be by my side at all times!
Julianna Macey, or Juls for short, is desperate to leave her parents' home. Living at home for her undergrad degree is ruining her social life and making it difficult for her to keep in touch with friends. So when her friend Carlo offers her the chance to move into a student apartment, she jumps at the chance. The only problem is that the available room is shared by his three friends Kyle, Mark, and Kent. As if living with three boys she's never met wasn't bad enough, Kent appears to despise her. When she's around, he makes a mess in the kitchen, never puts his laundry in the dryer, and acts as if she doesn't exist. Despite being good looking, Kent and Juls develop a fierce hatred for one another, and she begins to regret her decision to move in with them. However, because her lease still has a year to run, she is unable to leave. Juls begins to question whether living with boys has any benefits or if she acted prematurely. More importantly, she questions whether or not she and Kent will ever get along as well as why he despises her so much.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
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.
"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."
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
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!"
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?