Ariana was forced to marry into the Anderson family. As a result of the union, everyone expected her to have a baby with her new husband. However, it turned out that her new husband, Theodore, was actually in a coma! Was Ariana doomed to live a life no different from that of a widow? Unexpectedly, her comatose husband regained consciousness on the day after their wedding! Theodore opened his eyes and looked at her coldly. "Who are you?" "I'm your ... wife," Ariana answered in a trance. Hearing this, Theodore looked extremely upset. "I don't recall getting married. This marriage doesn't count. I'll get my lawyer to handle the divorce procedures." If it weren't for the fact that his family stopped him from divorcing Ariana, the latter would've become an outcast the day after she got married. Later, she conceived a child and wanted to leave in secret, but Theodore caught wind of her plans and disagreed. Ariana looked at him stubbornly. "You don't even like me. You pick on me all the time. What's the point of our marriage? I want a divorce!" All of a sudden, Theodore's arrogance disappeared and he pulled her into a warm embrace. "You're my wife, and you're mine now. Don't even think about divorcing me!"
The bell rang, and a flock of white doves flew from the church, spreading their majestic wings against the blue sky.
"Now, please welcome the bride!"
The melody of Wedding March filtered through the air, and the large doors of the hall swung open slowly.
Dressed in a lovely white wedding dress, Ariana Edwards composedly entered the church with a bouquet of fresh flowers in her hands. Her clear eyes were filled with expectation and unease.
But when she looked around the inside of the church, the hope and expectation in her eyes suddenly diminished.
Not only was there not a single guest at the scene, but the groom himself was absent.
Other than the priest who was standing on the stage with the Bible in his hands, only her stepmother, Glenda Edwards, was standing nearby and gazing at her with a smile.
"What happened?" Ariana froze in her tracks. She looked at Glenda with apprehension mounting in her heart.
Glenda ignored Ariana's question and walked to Ariana's side as if nothing was wrong. She took Ariana by the arm and dragged her to the front of the priest.
"Let's begin." Glenda instructed the priest to carry out the wedding process.
The priest nodded and began to read Bible. Then he asked the bride, "Miss Ariana Edwards, do you take the groom, Theodore Anderson, as your husband and vow to stay by his side, in sickness, and in health, till death do you part..."
When she heard the priest state the groom's name, Ariana thought she was experiencing an auditory hallucination.
Her groom-to-be should be Jasper Anderson, the second son of the Andersons.
Theodore was Jasper's elder brother. Three months ago, he was involved in a terrible car accident that rendered him a vegetable. Now he was still lying on the bed!
"You've made a mistake! My boyfriend is Jasper Anderson, and the groom-to-be should be him! How could it be Theodore?" Ariana stumbled back in a panic, stepping on the long hem of her wedding dress behind her. The material pulled, and she staggered and almost fell.
Glenda's sharp eyes glared at her stepdaughter, and she sneered, "There is no mistake. You and Theodore were meant to be the bride and groom of this wedding from the very beginning. Theodore has become a vegetable and only has a few days left to live. An IUI procedure must be implemented using his preserved sperm so that he can have a child before he dies. You are the chosen container for that embryo."
"This is ridiculous! Where's Jasper? He won't allow you to do this!" Ariana demanded, her eyes red. She couldn't accept any of it.
Glenda didn't answer Ariana. Instead, she raised her hand impatiently. The bodyguards lurking in the shadows rushed over immediately, grabbing Ariana and trying to get her to finish the wedding by force.
Ariana tried her best to struggle, flailing and twisting. Her intricate wedding attire untangled as her hair scattered and her dress tore and dirtied. She was like a fierce desperado, trying every way she could to fight her way out.
She hit the bodyguards with her high heels and managed to free herself from their grasp. Then she ran toward the door of the hall as fast as her legs could carry her, desperately trying to escape her pursuers.
The church was a vast building. Ariana gasped for air as she ran without a destination.
The bodyguards were still chasing after her. She could hear their heavy footsteps close behind, but she didn't dare to stop to look. Ariana fled into a white villa beside the church in panic.
She looked for a place to hide, trying to stay quiet and calm her heavy breathing.
When she went upstairs and passed the first room on the corridor, Ariana suddenly stopped.
The door was slightly ajar, and a familiar giggle came from the crack of the door.
Ariana's heart sank in dread. Lifting her dress and holding her breath, she approached the door quietly and peered through the crack into the room.
A man and a woman, both half-naked, were embracing each other on the sofa in an intimate posture. Ariana instantly recognized who they were, and her breath hitched in her throat. The woman on the top of the man was Ariana's stepsister, Brielle Edwards. But the man underneath her was Ariana's current boyfriend, Jasper, whom Ariana had expected to marry and had been desperately looking for.
"Why are you so distracted? Are you still thinking about Ariana at this point?" Brielle complained, grabbing Jasper's collar and making him look up at her.
"I've just tricked her into marrying another man. Why would I still think about her? I'm just afraid that something might go wrong. I won't be sure unless I go there in person," Jasper answered impatiently. He gently pushed Brielle and made a move to stand up.
But Brielle didn't take it seriously. She held firm and lowered her head, kissing Jasper passionately. She pulled away for a breath and said, "My mother's there. Ariana can't run away."
"You're right." Jasper relaxed his body and lay back on the sofa. He smirked, slipped his hand under Brielle's clothes, and said, "Ariana is such a gullible woman. Once the wedding's over, I'll make up another lie to comfort her and let her ruin the operation. Then, after Theodore dies, I'll be the only remaining heir of the Anderson family."
As Jasper's hand moved, Brielle groaned coquettishly. She trembled with pleasure and fell into his arms weakly. She chuckled. "Ariana loves you so much. She's been looking forward to the wedding for months. But it turns out to be a fraud planned by the person she loves. You're such a bad boy."
"Don't you like me bad?" Jasper turned over and pressed Brielle onto the sofa, kissing her eagerly.
The next second, their voices trailed off and were replaced with pleasurable whimpers and moans.
Ariana staggered away from the door, her legs shaky and weak.
It turned out that everything had been a schemed ruse from the very beginning!
All the sweet words and promises Jasper had told her were to use her and cheat her! He even personally planned this wedding and tricked her into marrying someone else!
A painful lump formed in her throat, and hot tears fell from her eyes. The cruel truth made Ariana feel as though it were crushing her chest.
Her pale fingers clenched her dress tightly, the moans from the room still audible in her ears. The sound was like a stab in her heart, and she gnashed her teeth with hatred.
The suffocating feeling and heartache were so overwhelming that she nearly collapsed. She knew she had to get away from here. As if she were in a trance, she walked through the villa. She even forgot how she left that place which made her sick.
Her eyes were red, and her face was tear-stained as she walked to the garden dejectedly. The bodyguards found her and soon surrounded her, preventing her from escaping again.
Not that she had the heart to flee again. Ariana was like a walking body without a soul. The misery had been so intense that she now felt numb. She lowered her head and laughed bitterly at herself. After a moment, she suddenly looked up at the bodyguards with cold, hard eyes and snapped, "You don't have to take me back. I'll go back myself and marry Theodore."
She knew she couldn't escape, but now she didn't want to.
At this moment, the hatred in her heart broke out.
She wanted revenge. She wanted to compete with Jasper for the Anderson family's property, and she wanted to see them all go to hell with her own eyes!
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
"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."
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."