Emily's worst nightmare is to become Arthur's second wife. He forces Emily to sign a secret marriage contract to become a second wife in order to take care of a sick Calissta. Emily loved Arthur since childhood but never reciprocated. By becoming Arthur's second wife, she had a chance with the cold man. Meanwhile, Arthur only loves Calista and will always be until death do them part. For him Emily is only a stepping stone so that his wife can survive and survive.
ARTHUR POV
At quiet midnight in London city, I drove my car at high speed thinking about Callistaa's safety at home. I'd just finished my job at the office, a company that ran my own mining company that I started for years and was named rich company. At 27 years old I had a perfectly good life, money, and a woman in my house. But is it possible that I could still think of a perfect life when a loved one was lying unconscious, living on air on a ventilator and breathing tube? Yeah, my wife's in a coma because of my mistake.
The rocking of the job makes me even dizzier, plus my body was already getting tired of the problems. Many times I swore a vow after getting the phone call that a woman in a coma in my house suddenly had a heart attack from her nurse injecting a dangerous drug instead of the doctor, to trigger a heart attack.
"Damn! Damn it! Why is it happening again? All of them are poorly looking after my Queen," I shouted as I drove. I'm freaking out right now for her safety, for her life, for what I can do without her. My wife's name is Callista.
The woman I married seven years ago because my grandfather set us up. This is not the first time. Sean, my archenemy, has been trying to teach me a lesson through those closest to me, our enmity started when I was in college, a mistake so terrible that my enemy still hates me.
I'm a very bad mood, a murderous mood makes me want to kill anyone in front of me right now, I'm having again failed to guard Callista. My security detail at the queen's house is completely useless. It'll take a few minutes to get home.
I walked quickly into the mansion, the palace my grandfather had built in his first business. The city of London has found many mansions and paltry, but nothing compares to the mansion that belongs to me and Callista, until anyone who sees it will know that this is Mr. Arthur's house. When I stepped inside the house right in the living room. Profanity kept pouring out of my mouth into an emotional outlet.
The sound of a warning shot on the floor made everyone in the house afraid to hear it, "should I spend my money on some worthless employee like you?" I shouted. Shoots a kick on my bodyguard until they drop down on the floor.
Before seeing it satisfied, I looked back to kick his belly so they winced the pain while holding onto his stomach.
"I want to put a bullet in your head but I don't want to mess up the floor where callista's gonna step on it. How dare you test my patience!" you threaten them.
Ahhhh! I am a hot-tempered and angry young man. There's no excuse for the slightest mistake. The look in their eyes with red eyes made them shudder and dare not look at me again, I know they were all afraid to make the mistake of Callista but this was their unforgivable mistake even though they begged for mercy until they fell at my feet.
Because of their carelessness, my queen's life was nearly lost. "Mr. Arthur, please forgive us for not being able to look after the miss. Please, have mercy!" One of my badly beaten and tortured bodyguard leaders crawled and fell under my feet. Mr. Arthur's nickname has been earned since I started helping to manage grandpa's business, no one has the guts to call me Arthur, only my central family can call me that.
Arthur Nelson... My name is so sacred when spoken directly, I would not hesitate to beat up anyone who calls me Arthur directly. I just want to be called Mr. Arthur.
I don't know, I love that name so much, it signifies power, power, and endless wealth. They don't all know why I just want to be called that. Because, I keep it a secret, which is why everyone should call me Mr. Arthur.
"There is no forgiveness in my life. Dave, torture them all in the basement and exile them from the country!" my voice echoed through the room.
Dave, my notoriously cruel and heartless personal assistant, follows my orders. No one would dare cross me. Abundant wealth and large enterprises not only in London but also own oil companies in Saudi Arabia.
The last time I wiped out two lives involved in planning the Callista murder. And now it's happening again, Sean is testing my patience. I will return the favor someday. I left the living room and entered a room upstairs.
A sudden, cold sweat ran over my body and my feet, almost paralyzing me every time I entered the room. A doctor who was examining Callista was surprised to see me come into my wife who had been in a coma for years in bed.
"How is she now?" I asked worriedly. I held her hand and gave her a quick kiss on the back of her hand and then moved on to Callista's forehead, my life wouldn't be good if he'd left me.
Callista coma because of what I did, the guilt has been haunting me since she was found in a coma five years ago. My past mistakes have become my karma. Had I quickly realized that we might not have had an argument over the car and had an accident. My capricious behavior can sometimes be difficult for others, cold and cruel but kind to Callista.
My eyes would fill with tears to see my wife as a statue, if I were alone in this room, I would weep with extreme guilt. Honestly, my life is colored because of Callista.
Since her coma I felt lonely, I couldn't bow to anyone but her, she was the nicest woman in the world after my mother. Everyone knows this woman is very special.
"Don't worry! She's stable now. I was lucky to arrive in time to help her. If I may be so bold, you'd better tighten miss's guard. I felt that each day her condition worsened. Once this happens again we may not be able to save her," the doctor said.
"how long will you endure it, it's been five years, did you feel bad to see miss survive only because of this computer aid." Again, Dr. Willson was careful to speak while looking down at me, afraid not to look at me, if I'm not sure he'd be offended.
Despite a long term of work as grandpa Nelson's physician. He knew perfectly well how this house looked so beautiful but inside it was nothing but vengeance and rage. My life has not as easy as anyone would imagine, since I was seven. I had to take a bitter pill losing my mother, whose name is Madellin, cancer to eating away at her body because of the guilt my father had a sex maniac, and he infected her with a deadly disease I was hurt when I found out that my mother had been suffering because my father was a sex maniac for women, and Medellin's death made me hate Tomas so much that it only brought madellin pain throughout their marriage.
Tomas must have remembered a long time ago, and I kept blaming him for my mother's death and throwing stones at him at madellin's funeral. My soul shook and became tempestuous, my grandfather Nelson cast out Thomas and raised me alone. Tomas has a useless man who can only spend money to pay any woman to satisfy him. I hate it in my bone marrow.
Long-suffering no longer attracted me to all women, no time to deal with any women including Callista. At first, I hated him and didn't care for his presence near me. Callista was the most beautiful woman I'd ever met, her face shining white. As she laughs her cheeks and teeth are the centers of attention.
I've seen a lot of pretty faces, but unlike Callista , her face is rarely found as an angel. She has her appeal, only I was too stupid to realize it too late. I'm grateful to grandpa Nelson for setting me up with her.
This woman has changed my twisted mind and my black life for the better. How patient my wife has been with me all these years.
"You have no right to advise me, I keep her alive and wait for her to wake up. After all, no one can take her life, including god. She's mine, you better do your job, I didn't invite you here to advise me." My mouth is as poisonous as a snake, and it will certainly Pierce his heart. Dr. Willson won't say anything, but he probably won't say anything.
I am a man but I dare defy gods will not take the life of my wife. Even my abundant wealth will be spent on her recovery. After finishing the job, the doctor finally went home, and I left the room, and Dave was waiting inside to talk to me about something very important.
"Find me a solution to this problem, Dave. I was sick of that dirty Sean who kept wanting to kill Queen through someone else," I told him when I got to the room. I was flopping over the sofa right next to Dave while massaging my sick temple thinking about my problems.
"I have a solution for you. You should get a second wife to look after Miss." Dave said thoughtlessly. Hearing that my eyes glared, unable to believe what Dave was saying.
Richard asked Viona to be his second wife not because he wanted to have children after years of marriage to his first wife, Queensha, nor loving viona's childhood friend. he forced Viona to sign a secret marriage contract into her second wife in order to care for queensha, who had been in a coma for years at her home. Richard only married Viona for her own safety. The offer of a contract marriage will end if Queensha wakes up from her coma, Viona has no choice but to take advantage of Richard. If they get married, his father will be free from prison and get millions of dollars in damages. Will their story be good? The story is full of puzzles and endless adrenaline tests.
This is a story about two damaged people who came together because of one's desire and the other's fear. Cassandra She was young, innocent, loving, and pretty with big eyes that showed her soul. She was stunningly beautiful but broken and alone, trapped in a world of monsters. Then he appeared. People say he is the worst monster of all, someone you pray never to meet. Will she escape him, or will he become her whole world? Dominic He was ruthless, aggressive, and merciless. Everyone feared him, and he was proud to be the king of his world. But he was also broken. Then she appeared. She was like a fragile doll, his doll. Will he take what he wants and move on, or will she become his life? "Let me go, please," she begged. He buried his face in her neck and tightened his grip around her arms. "Shhhh... breathe, love," he whispered. She cringed at his nickname for her, and he continued, "You are mine, and I am never letting you go. I will give you everything, my love, except your freedom from me."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
Vanessa was about to get engaged when she discovered that her groom-to-be was cheating on her with her own sister. Instead of creating a scene, she went to the club and hired the most desirable gigolo she found. After a wild night of passion, she gave him a generous check. "Thanks. I may require your services in the future." The gigolo was mad at her for being heartless, but Vanessa dismissed his words as an attempt to get her attention. It was only later, when she had to seek out the renowned Mr. Fuller to help with her business, that she realized the man she had slept with was no gigolo at all.
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
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!"