Miley Smith is so angry at her fiance for his betrayal that she decides to find another man. By chance, Miley meets that man in the bar. Miley only knows that man is called Morris Lawrence and nothing else. She thinks they are not familiar with each other. But every time Miley gets hurt, Morris would show up in a doctor's uniform. When Miley wants to hire a lawyer, he becomes a partner in a law firm, finding the best lawyer for her. When Miley deals with the company's business, he becomes a big client of her company. Who is this man, exactly?
Everyone had a woolly-minded moment, and Miley Smith was no exception. What she did this day would then be an unforgettable experience in her life.
Outside Room 808 in Prosper Hotel, she took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
As the door clicked open, a man's face appeared in her sight. He was indeed like a man who could earn a living by his beautiful appearance. With sharp eyebrows, captivating eyes, and a straight nose, his handsome face was as perfect as a masterpiece under the best plastic surgeon's hands.
She thought it reasonable for a man to have plastic surgery if he chose this job.
"Come on, let me in!" She was a little displeased. This man was topless with only a bath towel around his lower body and seemed to have waited long for her. But he leaned against the door frame and looked her up and down as if she was a thief.
All right, he managed to make himself more attractive this way.
With a pout, she pushed the man aside and staggered into the room for the big soft bed in the middle.
"Come over here!"
She collapsed spreadeagled onto the bed and supported her head with a hand. Then, she crooked a finger at him.
His brows deeply furrowed, he walked up to the bed and looked down at the woman who invaded his territory.
"Who are you?"
His tone was as cold as his eyes. Miley was stunned, but then her smile became even wider. "Oh? You want to know who I am? Do the money boys nowadays all so arrogant?"
Money boys? The man's face was dark with anger.
After a brief gaze at him, she jumped out of the bed and threw her arms around him. Then, she grasped his bath towel and poked his nose.
"Remember, I'm Roy Shawn's fiancée, his future wife. Remember?"
Patting his face with her cold hand, she grinned from ear to ear.
"Roy Shawn? Roy Shawn from Milroy Advertising?" The man gripped her wrist and asked with a frown.
She blinked and said unhappily, "Why do you have so many questions? Are you checking my identity? Isn't it enough to pay you money? Do you have any professional ethics?"
Her lips puckered, she pulled his bath towel away directly.
The man gasped, but then he lifted her chin with a captivating smile. "Mrs. Shawn, are you sure you want to court death?"
"Court death? Good, let me die now."
Miley murmured and stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips.
Feeling her softness with the bouquet, the man lowered down his eyelids and yet remained unmoved. But the next second, she entangled him with her arms just like vines...
She didn't get undressed, from which he could tell she was a conservative type. But her movements were so bold and seductive that he could barely hold it.
"All right, Mrs. Shawn, I can satisfy your need."
With a light laugh, he scooped up the woman who was clinging to him like an octopus and strode to the dreamy bed...
The next day, Miley opened her eyes and was dazzled by strong light. The sun was shining outside, while the room...
It was filled with scents of hormones.
Thinking of what had happened last night, she had a cold shiver and sat up. After looking around, she sighed with relief. To be honest, if she hadn't drunk a bottle of drugged wine, she wouldn't have done this so boldly. Fortunately, that money boy was sensible and had left before she woke up. Otherwise, she would feel more than embarrassed.
Trembling, she crawled out of bed and gave him a negative score in her mind. Why was it a negative one? It didn't mean that he was incapable. Instead, he was so capable that she could hardly stand up now, which made her unsatisfied...
Standing by the bed, she was stunned to notice a red spot on the white sheet. She had maintained her virginity for five years and never expected herself to lose it in this way. How pathetic!
When she calmed down and looked away, she saw a note on the nightstand.
She took it up and soon exploded with rage.
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Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
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She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.