The Desire of His Revenge

Daniel Grant was a special forces king, with unparalleled strength and dignity, but he became different because of Ashley Marcellus, the cute and stubborn little doctor. Their flash marriage was surprising, but even more surprising was his domination and protection of her. He was noble and aloof, cold-blooded and ferocious, but he clung to her like a child. When she proposed a divorce agreement, he pestered her every night, demanding physical compensation from her. She couldn't take it anymore: "Daniel, look clearly, we're divorced." He kissed her fiercely and said, "Don't be silly, military marriage is not something you can just leave when you want to!" Their relationship was so complicated, but also so real. They loved each other, depended on each other, but also hurt each other. This is a love story full of contradictions and challenges, but they persisted until the end.

Elyana thought that she could successfully escape her grandfather's marriage arrangement and avoid marrying a rich old man. But unexpectedly, she escaped from an arranged marriage. But involved in another marriage. And this man, he is powerful and has an indissoluble bond with her.

Clarie woke up to find her boss sitting on the edge of the bed, and she was startled awake. The touch on her body made her unable to resist opening the quilt to check, she! Naked! "I...we last night..." Clarie blushed with embarrassment. "What do you mean, did we have sex last night?" her boss humiliated her in an extremely sexy voice. She couldn't meet Lucas' eyes. She admitted that the first time she saw her boss, she wanted to sleep with him. But, after all, she found he has a wife. She has taken her heart back. "I don't like having sex with a woman who's been asleep.I would feel like I was fucking a dead body. ." "Then what do you mean, we haven't done anything, right?" Clarie's fast heart beating finally slowed down. Everything was not as bad as she thought. "But, now, you're awake. I ... I think we can have sex now." Lucas lifted her chin, moved it to her ear, and shook her earlobe, "Don't think I'm blind, the first time you entered my office, I saw the desire for me in your eyes..."

The intention to apply for a job as a nanny, because she needed an additional job to make a living and pay for her father's treatment, actually led Laura to Greyson's madness which took away her chastity, and bound her to become a gratifier. Will Laura be willing to become Gray's gratifying slave for some money for her father's medication?

Rosemary went to her husband's office with the pregnant checking document .But meeting her husband had sex with her friend in the office.She cried and left bravely and conceal the news of their baby. She hided in her best friend--Safa's house,whom was the sister of Max ,her first love. They met again. Max wanted to pushed her down on the bed, "You ruined my life. Ten years ago, you said I got your virginity.My fiancee left me .Now ,you stand in front of me .I won't let you go now." Rosemary screamed :" Don't hurt me .I'm pregnant." Then things became messy.

Five years of devotion ended when Brynn was left at the altar, watching Richard rush to his true love. Knowing she could never thaw his cold heart, Brynn walked away, ready to start over. After a night of drinking, she woke beside the last man she should ever cross-Nolan, her brother's arch-enemy. As she tried to escape, he caught her, murmuring, "You kissed me all night. Leaving isn't an option." The world saw Nolan as cold and distant, but with Brynn, he indulged her every desire. He even bought her a whole village and held her close, his voice low, deep, and endlessly tempting, his robe falling open to reveal his toned abs. "Want to feel it?"

I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"

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?"

For seventeen years, I was the crown jewel of the Kensington empire, the perfect daughter groomed for a royal future. Then, a cream-colored envelope landed in my lap, bearing a gold crest and a truth that turned my world into ice. The DNA test result was a cold, hard zero percent-I wasn't a Kensington. Before the ink could even dry, my parents invited my replacement, a girl named Alleen, into the drawing room and treated me like a trespasser in my own home. My mother, who once hosted galas in my honor, wouldn't even look me in the eye as she stroked Alleen's arm, whispering that she was finally "safe." My father handed me a one-million-dollar check-a mere tip for a billionaire-and told me to leave immediately to avoid tanking the company's stock price. "You're a thief! You lived my life, you spent my money, and you don't get to keep the loot!" Alleen shrieked, trying to claw the designer jacket off my shoulders while my "parents" watched with clinical detachment. I was dumped on a gritty sidewalk in Queens with nothing but three trunks and the address of a struggling laborer I was now supposed to call "Dad." I traded a marble mansion for a crumbling walk-up where the air smelled of exhaust and my new bedroom was a literal storage closet. My biological family thought I was a broken princess, and the Kensingtons thought they had successfully erased me with a payoff and a non-disclosure agreement. They had no idea that while I was hauling trunks up four flights of stairs, my secret media empire was already preparing to move against them. As I sat on a thin mattress in the dark, I opened my encrypted laptop and sent a single command that would cost my former father ten million dollars by breakfast. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves, but they forgot one thing: I'm the one who leads the pack.