Because of a serious car accident, Bob Turner, who used to be a young successful businessman, has to spend his life in wheel chair. So desperate and hopeless, Bob refused to have an operation on his injured legs in attempt to avoid the smallest possibility of failure. At the time, his family hired Emma Carter to look after him and persuade him to see a doctor. Emma, who is poor but very positive, feels so sad when seeing the arrogant man sink into deep despair so she tries all means to cheer him up. Climbing trees, catching butterflies and taking him to bask in the sun, she does all she could do to make him smile again. But nothing is changed. One day when she again persuades him to have operation, she suddenly falls into the lake. Seeing her struggling in the lake for help, he could do nothing but stays in the wheel chair still looking at her. He realizes that he could never save his love from danger if he keeps in the deadly wheel chair. Finally he agrees to have the operation. Recovering from the injury, he starts to chase after Emma, who saved his life and heart.
Emma Carter felt pain all over.
She groaned, opened her eyes, and found that she was in a strange room. A man and a woman were having a conversation outside the room, which was really annoying.
The man begged, "Aunt, she hasn't woken up yet. I suggest you not go in right now."
Jessica Turner yelled sharply, "Don't stop me. I just want to see if this little girl is dead!"
Emma had a terrible pain on her head. She sat up on the bed and stroked her forehead.
Where was she?
"Let me in!" The woman's voice was harsh.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and then a middle-aged woman with heavy makeup came straight to Emma. The woman grabbed Emma's collar and dragged her to the ground like she was just a bag of flour, and then slapped her directly with force.
"Snap!"
Emma's head became even dizz, covering her face while observing the woman dressed like a large cockscomb.
"Judy Carter! I knew you were up to no good when you came to our house, and you dared to use the car privately. Look how you crashed the car, can you afford to pay the loss?"
Emma didn't understand what the mentally ill woman was talking about, let alone why she called herself Judy. She only had a scene about how the woman slapped her in her mind. Emma had never allowed herself to suffer because of others since she was a child. Instead, she always paid back whatever others gave to her, whether it was good or bad.
Therefore, she ignored the pain on her body, pulled the woman's clothes to support herself standing up, and slapped the woman's face without hesitation.
"Snap!"
This slap not only made the woman in a daze, but also directly frightened the flat-headed man at the door.
Five seconds later, the woman came back to her senses, fiercely trying to fight back, "Little bastard, how dare you hit me!"
Emma was not afraid and fought with the woman.
Seeing the messy situation, the flat-headed man hurried over to separate the two with efforts. He forcibly pulled "cockscomb" out of the room, and kept comforting her, "Aunt, don't get angry. You don't have to care about her."
The woman still cursed loudly, "Out of my way! I will kill her today."
The flat-headed man coaxed and extorted her, "It would only embarrass you if you deal with her in person. Rest assured, I'll make her suffer later..."
The conversation between the two gradually became lower. Emma sat down at the desk nearby, looking around this small single room. Some items were familiar to her, and finally her eyes fell on a simple plastic photo frame.
It was a photo of her and her sister hugging each other.
Emma held the photo frame in her hands, and the scene before the accident flashed in her mind.
According to her father, her elder sister Judy had married a man of a wealthy family. She didn't believe it, so she asked for leave from school and went to this city to find her sister. When her sister just finished explaining to her what had happened, a taxi flashed out at the corner ahead. Her sister hurriedly turned the steering wheel, but it was too late when the two cars smashed into each other solidly.
Emma shivered after recalling that scene, and her eyes went dark all of a sudden.
"Judy!"
When she sounded that out, she was really surprised. She was dumb. For twenty years of her life, she rarely made any noise except for the weird screaming when she was angry, let alone calling her sister clearly.
What was happening was too puzzling.
"How could this be?" Emma said timidly again.
At this time, the flat-headed man returned. He looked at Emma who was holding the photo frame and exclaimed, "You are now capable enough to beat Jessica? Aren't you afraid that she might not make it easy on you?"
"Jessica... Who is she? And who are you?" Emma asked in surprise.
"Mr. Turner's aunt, and I'm Mike Cotton. Why, can't you even recognize me?" Mike walked up to her, stretched out his hand, and shook in front of her eyes, "The doctor said you are very lucky to be okay after being hit like that. Seems like you are not as okay as the doctor claimed."
"Where is this place?" Emma stood up and asked in confusion.
"This is the Turner Family. Judy, were you knocked stupid?"
"What do you call me?" Emma really began to wonder if she was stupid, or she was in a dream exactly.
"Judy, or what should I call you, Queen Mother?" Mike looked at her up and down, "Look at your dirty clothes. Change them later."
Emma turned to look at a hanging mirror on the wall, and then opened her mouth wide. Compared to the mess on her body, she was even more surprised by her brand new but familiar face.
She supported her cheeks with her hands, her eyes staring roundly, "Judy!"
That's right, the face in the mirror was exactly the same as that of her sister Judy.
How was this possible! This must be a dream, right?
Emma squeezed her cheek. It was painful. Thinking of something again, she asked, "Where is my sister?"
Mike was stunned, "Oh, you mean another girl in the car. She...she still needs to stay in the hospital for two days, and then she should be discharged soon."
"I want to see her in the hospital."
"I just picked you up from there. Madam will not let you out. I know you care about your family, but now is not the time." Mike pondered, "How about this? Tomorrow, I will find a way to take you there tomorrow to see... I believe that's your younger sister?"
"Why don't you let me out? Why do you keep me here? I don't care, let me go."
Emma walked to the door in a hurry, and Mike grabbed her, "Judy, why have you suddenly become so self-willed? Don't forget that you have an agreement with the Turner Family. If you irritate them, can you afford the liquidated damages?"
"What agreement?" Emma couldn't understand what he was talking about.
At this time, a sudden harsh sound made her shiver.
Immediately afterwards, a thick male voice outside the door screamed, "Get out, get out of here!"
After hearing this, Mike immediately turned and went out. Emma also curiously followed to see what had happened. When she walked to the door, she happened to see the door of the opposite room being pushed open, and a maid sighed bitterly and escaped with a tray in her hand, which was full of broken plates and cups.
Before the door was closed, Emma glanced at the room and saw a tall man in a wheelchair.
The reason why she failed to ignore the man's height was that his two towering knees were really eye-catching, as well as his hanger-like upper body and long neck.
His hair was a bit messy, so Emma couldn't see his appearance clearly, but his thin cheeks and thin sharp lips could still make people faintly feel how rebellious this person was.
Mike told Emma, "Go change your clothes. It's already dirty. As for the agreement, I will explain to you later."
Emma nodded blankly and returned to the room she was in just now.
"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!
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
"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?"
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."