No one knew that four years ago, Choi Ji Eun had a contract marriage with a lawyer in London, not even her parents, and until now, everyone would still sees Choi Ji Eun as a single woman who would soon marry Lim Woo Jin, a young company owner. However, who would have thought that her former contract husband would suddenly appear in Seoul, becoming the talk of the town for defending a well–known embezzler of agency funds in South Korea. Choi Ji Eun knows that great danger is threatening her marriage, especially when a five-year-old little girl mentions the woman's pseudonym while still living in London. "Mommy is Cassandra Choi. You're my mom, right?"
"Are you happy?" asked Lim Woo Jin, gently stroking the hand where the ring was placed on his beloved's ring finger.
She nodded and smiled warmly, a happy twinkle in her eyes. "I'm delighted."
Lim Woo Jin turned to the watch, and he chuckled. "What a pity. Time has interfered with today's fun."
"No problem. You must have a lot of business at your office, so hurry up and leave. Besides, you asked me to meet you in the afternoon, and there must be many things to do, Woo Jin-ssi."
The man smiled. He rubbed his girlfriend's head. "I'm getting dizzy from having a too-nice girlfriend."
"You say that too often."
"Good girl, I must drop you off before taking care of all my work. Let's go!" He took Choi Ji Eun by the hand, a woman with long wavy hair that was always loose, emphasizing her beauty.
They came out of a jewelry store with a famous brand, let's call it Cart**r. It wouldn't be a hardship for Lim Woo Jin to spend only a few million won to buy his wedding ring–considering that aside from being the son of a chaebol, Lim Woo Jin also has his own business.
When he arrived at the parking lot, Lim Woo Jin suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" asked Choi Ji Eun.
The man chuckled. He had just remembered something. "I left my phone in that storefront. Can you wait about five minutes?"
Choi Ji Eun nodded. "Go on."
Lim Woo Jin had stepped aside, and while Choi Ji Eun looked back at the ring on her hand, she couldn't stop smiling. Anyone knows that marrying the person you love the most in life is a happy thing, and soon Choi Ji Eun will be the wife of Lim Woo Jin, the man she's been with for a year.
The direction of Choi Ji Eun's eyes shifted, and she saw the highway across the street–a little girl around five years old was standing next to her nanny, visible from the woman's clothes.
There was nothing unusual about them until Choi Ji Eun glared when the little girl slipped out of the nanny's custody and ran towards the highway. However, the situation was quiet. Anything terrible could happen at any time.
Without thinking much more, Choi Ji Eun ran toward the little girl in the middle of the road. She pulled her hand and hugged her without hesitation when a black sedan drove from the opposite direction, but fortunately, the driver quickly hit the brakes, so Choi Ji Eun and the girl were safe.
Across the street, the nanny screamed, crying, and running to the girl.
"Are you okay?" Choi Ji Eun released her hug. She knelt in front of the little girl and touched some body parts. "You're not hurt, are you? Tell me."
No, the little girl remained silent and stared at Choi Ji Eun without blinking.
"Hey, kiddo. You're okay. Are you scared? I'll hug you again. Calm down." Choi Ji Eun did so, then let go again, but the girl's expression was still the same as if watching or busy recognizing the woman before her.
Tin-tin!
The horn of a black sedan sounded excited. Choi Ji Eun immediately got up and pulled the girl across the street, and the nanny hugged her while crying.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the nanny said without stopping crying.
"I think she was a little shocked. She just kept quiet even though I kept asking about had condition," Choi Ji Eun said.
The nanny woman released the hug, bowed, and apologized to Choi Ji Eun.
"No problem, she must be very active." Choi Ji Eun knelt in front of the girl again. "There are no wounds on your body, so you're fine. I hope you don't run like before. Do you realize it's dangerous?"
"Eomma." A word managed to escape had lips. She looked at the nanny and pointed at Choi Ji Eun. "She is my mother."
The nanny and Choi Ji Eun's expressions were both confused.
"No, Seo Na Ra. She's the woman who just saved you. Let's thank her."
However, the girl shook her head and pointed at Choi Ji Eun. "No, she's my mom. You don't know her at all? I tore up her picture and kept it somewhere, and Dad doesn't know I stole it."
"Ah, maybe you have the wrong person." The nanny apologized to Choi Ji Eun again. "Her mother passed away when Seo Na Ra was one year old, and maybe your faces are similar."
"Ah, that should be it." Choi Ji Eun smiled awkwardly. Across the other street–someone was calling her. Lim Woo Jin was standing there waving. "I have to go back."
When Choi Ji Eun was about to cross the street, Seo Na Ra's tiny hand touched her black skirt. "What's wrong? I have to go back there, and my fiancé is waiting."
Seo Na Ra shook her head. "No, why do you have to get engaged to another man while I have Dad at home? He's a hard worker. Can you come home today?"
Choi Ji Eun swallowed. She didn't understand–why Seo Na Ra insisted on believing she was the mother.
"But I'm not your mother, Seo Na Ra."
"Why would you say something like that? You left me a long time ago." It was apparent that the little girl was about to cry, her eyes turning red. "I kept your picture."
"I'm not–"
"Seo Na Ra, let's go home." The nanny led her away as a black Porsche pulled up on the side of the road. "Uncle Wo Rim has picked up, and we should go back now."
"I don't want to go home, and my mom is here."
Not wanting to complicate the situation, the nanny carried Seo Na Ra even though her crying started. The child even stretched out her hands for Choi Ji Eun to do something while the nanny stood by the Porsche.
What's wrong with that little girl?
Choi Ji Eun was stunned. Her heart ached for no reason, and she seemed to want to prevent Seo Na Ra from leaving, but why?
"MRS. CASSANDRA, HURRY BACK HOME. EOMMA! EOMMA!" The last voice from Seo Na Ra's lips before the Porsche took her away made Choi Ji Eun jump out of her reverie.
"Cassan-Cassandra?" The woman swallowed. She froze there while Lim Woo Jin relented to cross the road because his girlfriend never turned around.
"Ji Eun-ssi, what happened?" asked Lim Woo Jin after crossing the street. He touched his girlfriend's shoulder. "Do you know those people?"
Choi Ji Eun shook her head. "No, I don't recognize them. Sorry for making you wait there."
"No problem, let's go home. My uncle called."
"Alright."
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"I've come to avenge you." Bella Renee Parthapat and her mother live a simple life after being kicked out by Aunt Paeng following her father's death, Chali Parthapat. Bella is forced to erase her last name if she wants to move on, as Paeng and her husband continue to try to make Bella's life miserable with their many long-held grudges. Meeting Sky Newton, the future third-generation CEO of Newton Company makes Bella's perspective on her aunt change. The girl decides to take revenge and reclaim all the assets inherited by Chali Parthapat. Bella tries to uncover all the secrets that have been successfully hidden from her by her aunt's family.
Richelle Cole was heartbroken after her boyfriend cheated on her with a close friend she knew, even though they were already planning a wedding. Although her parents knew that Richelle and Samy's relationship had failed, they still insisted that Richelle get married immediately, even though the woman's heartbreak had not yet healed and she had no interest in anyone. Until finally, suddenly Nichole Dalton–CEO in his office offered Richelle a contract marriage, the man said that his offer was a symbiotic mutualism, because Nichole did not want to marry the woman who was set up with him. If Nichole does not get married, then she must accept the final decision about the match. "Your parents are forcing you to get married even though they know you don't have a partner yet, while my parents keep forcing this arranged marriage. Contract marriage is the answer to both problems, Richelle."–Nichole Dalton.
Romance, Adult. Sensitive content 21+ "Saving you to destroy you." Traumatized by his mother's abuse of women, Denis hates the opposite sex, but that doesn't mean he has to be gay. Instead, Denis' hatred leads him to use many women as a means of revenge, toys that he must destroy in such a way after successfully pulling them into a trap. It's just that Denis's temperament and original intentions can change after he meets a woman who works as a disk jockey at a nightspot. Meanwhile, he enjoys making out with different women almost all the time, without any taste and without ever feeling satisfied.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
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!
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!”
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
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."