Before the divorce, everyone thought that Belinda was just a housewife who was good at nothing. Even her then-husband, Russell, believed this. However, after the divorce, it was soon revealed that she was the eldest daughter of the Lindfield family. She was proficient in not only designing, but she was also a shrewd businesswoman who knew how to turn a profit. She had several brothers who doted on her. Various handsome men chased after her, determined to win her heart. When she crossed paths with Russell again, she lifted her chin proudly and asked, "Do you regret divorcing me?" Russell replied, "Yes. How about remarrying me?"
"Ah!"
An ear-piercing scream shattered the peaceful atmosphere in the Kameron family villa.
It was Rena Kameron's 80th birthday party today, and the guests had gathered in the living room, chatting merrily. They now all turned alertly in the direction of the scream.
At the foot of the stairs, Cassidy Bradley was curled into a ball, writhing in pain. Her arms and legs were covered in bruises, which stood out against her flawless skin. She even had a busted lip, and blood dribbled down her chin.
Aghast and shocked, the crowd looked up the staircase, where a woman was standing at the top with an expressionless face.
Belinda Fletcher?
Immediately, the guests exchanged knowing looks. They could roughly guess what had happened.
They started to scold Belinda relentlessly. "You should've talked to Russell first instead of bullying this woman!"
"Indeed! A mature woman wouldn't resort to violence even when it comes to another woman. Rather, she should've learned to tame her husband!"
Belinda clenched her fists tightly. She was so pissed that she couldn't find any words to retort at the moment.
Those bystanders clearly had no interest in finding out the truth. They were too busy pointing fingers at Belinda with contempt and sneers.
Although Belinda and Russell Kameron were married, it was known to all in Eimbury that Belinda had practically snatched Russell away from Cassidy.
It was already gracious of Cassidy to not have taken revenge on that home-wrecker!
Belinda, on the other hand, hadn't stopped making things difficult for Cassidy since then.
At this moment, Russell quietly emerged from the crowd, frowning at the scene in front of him.
When they saw how displeased he looked, someone couldn't help but take pleasure in the spicy incident. "Russell, you're finally here. Your wife was just bullying this poor woman!"
Hearing this uncalled-for comment, Russell frowned.
He hurried to Cassidy's side, his eyes wrought with worry. "Are you okay, Cassidy? What happened?"
"I'm fine... It's not Belinda's fault... Sh-she didn't do it on purpose. It's actually me. I was just being clumsy..." Cassidy stammered in a feeble voice.
Not her fault?
Russell knew his wife very well. Belinda would do anything in her power to achieve her goal!
Russell flew into a rage and acted on impulse as soon as he heard Cassidy's side of the story. He rushed up the stairs and hissed at Belinda, "Apologize to Cassidy at once!"
His voice was so cold and indifferent, it was almost as if he was ordering a lowly slave instead of his wife. Belinda could feel her heart sinking to her stomach.
Apologize?
Her own husband didn't even bother to hear her side of the story and chose to believe Cassidy's account without question. How ironic!
With a bitter smile, Belinda raised her chin stubbornly and countered, "I didn't do anything wrong. Why should I apologize to her?"
"Is that so? Are you saying that Cassidy just rolled down from the staircase on her own?!"
"That's exactly what happened. She wants everyone to think that I pushed her down the stairs!"
Hearing this lame excuse, the guests burst into laughter and pointed at Belinda with scornful expressions.
How could anyone be stupid enough to roll down the stairs on their own accord?
Who would risk their own life just to set another person up?
No one would believe such a crazy story!
Including Russell.
Scowling, he grabbed Belinda without warning and dragged her down the stairs. Being caught off guard, Belinda lost her balance and her forehead slammed into the stair railing, which swelled up immediately.
But Russell had no pity on her at all. On the contrary, he said sarcastically, "Bravo! You deserve it! Now, apologize to Cassidy!"
"No. I didn't do anything wrong." Belinda shook her head stubbornly.
It was true! She had done nothing wrong!
How could she apologize for something she didn't do?!
"Russell, don't worry about me. I'm fine. I don't want you to fight with your wife over me."
At this time, Cassidy, who was sitting on the ground, rubbing her bruises with a pained expression, tried to mediate the situation.
However, her approach only served to make Russell even angrier. He glared at Belinda with unmasked rage, wondering how a woman could be so vicious.
He grabbed Belinda's chin roughly and snarled through gritted teeth, "Apologize or divorce. Make your choice!"
Belinda was taken aback by his resolute attitude. The crowd immediately broke into hushed whispers, gossiping about the couple in front of them heatedly. She, on the other hand, just stood there in silence.
He hates her so much but she feels so safe with him... Orla Sullivan is the seventh and last daughter of Arnold Sullivan. She is a young girl who is loathed and rejected by every member of her family. Though a Sullivan, Orla lived a solitary life until she met Callan Barlowe at an uninvited dinner in her home. Callan Barlowe is a ruthless billionaire, a man whose aura exudes dominance and agitation. He believes in working hard to make money and when he needs to relax; sleeping with high-class hoes is not an option, but a must-do for him. Marriage is not included in the list of things he has to do in life, but his mother wants him to get married at all costs. Callan's and Orla's worlds collided and now, Orla's life is about to completely veer around from worse to something more inimical because she's about to get married to Callan Barlowe; the ruthless billionaire boss who doesn't give a shit about anyone.
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."
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"