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.
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."