Harden Stanley was the most powerful man in Sea City. He was handsome, smart, and resourceful. Lots of citizens thought of him as prince charming. However, this man would vomit when a woman touches him. This was an illness for no reason. Harden thought he would never fall in love with someone in this life. However, he met Camila Reynolds, a woman who was a special cure for him. He could fall in love, get married and have a family like any other normal person. How lucky he was!
The night was well-lit, and the neon lights amplified the loneliness in the middle of the night. For many young people, the nightlife just started... Camila Reynolds normally would not come to this place! It was her 20th birthday today. Her college classmate Victoria Wagner booked the best chain nightclub in the city and invited several friends to throw a party for her...
Amid strong drumbeats, people drank boisterously and made noises. The smell of alcohol and tobacco pervaded the air. Those men and women wiggled frantically.
"Victoria! I need to use the bathroom!"
Camila shouted more loudly than usual because the place was too noisy.
"What? I didn't catch it."
As expected, the girl next to her didn't hear her clearly and asked in an equally loud voice.
Camila lowered her mouth to her ear and repeated.
"I need to use the bathroom! Will you go with me?"
When she stood up, Camila looked out of place. Her skin was smooth and fair. Her temperament was refined, and she looked more stunning than the clearest crystal. In a light blue dress and a pair of white shoes, she looked like a fairy.
"Go ahead, it's over there."
Too high to walk away, Victoria pointed to a corner on the left.
Camila looked over. The bathroom was in a corner at the far side, and she would have to go through the noisy crowd.
She sighed and sat back into her seat helplessly. Without the guts to go there, she took out her cell phone and texted her bestie Joan Chavez for help.
"Jojo, where are you?"
On pins and needles, she waited for the reply and checked her phone every few seconds.
"Camila, what are you doing over there? It's your birthday, cheer up. Come on, bottoms up!"
As a regular customer here, Victoria looked familiar with the surroundings, felt at home, and urged her friends to drink.
Camila glanced at the full glass of wine on the table reluctantly.
"I... can't drink much. Will half of it do?"
"No way, a toast should be a full glass!"
"Yeah, it's your birthday today, have fun! What's the harm?"
Those friends advised. Without a choice, she picked up the glass and drank in sips.
She frowned and took pains to finish off the wine as if it was poison. No sooner had she felt relieved than another glass was handed to her!
"Camila, you're quite a drinker. Don't hold back, happy birthday, cheers!"
"Huh? I really can't drink more, enjoy your wine!"
Appalled, she anxiously waved her hand to decline.
'I'll get drunk with this terrible wine!' She thought to herself.
But those beside her urged again.
"Camila, don't be a killjoy. We're here to celebrate your birthday. How could you refuse to drink?"
"Yeah, we've drunk a lot, and you've been playing with your phone."
Without a choice, she drank another glass! Or more like one shot after another! Her cheeks gradually turned rosy, and she was surprised by her drinking capacity. After so many rounds, she was still fine!
As the saying went, alcohol emboldened people. Following a glance at the dense wiggling crowd, she plucked up the courage, staggered up, and walked towards the bathroom. She tried to walk in a straight line but lost control of her body! She made it halfway when those men nearby itched to go up and flirt.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Leanna's life had been full of hardships until her Uncle Nate, who wasn't related to her, offered her a home. She fell deeply in love with Nate, but as he was about to get married, he ruthlessly sent her abroad. In response, Leanna immersed herself in the study of andrology. When she came back, she was renowned for her work on solving problems like impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility. One day, Nate trapped her in her bedroom. "Seeing various men every day, huh? Why don't you check me out and see if I have any problems?" Leanna laughed slyly and quickly unbuckled his belt. "Is that why you're engaged but not married? Having trouble in the bedroom?" "Wanna try it out for yourself?" "No thanks. I’m not interested in experimenting with you."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
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!
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!"
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!”