Lucian was always disgusted by Giselle. Nothing she ever did was good in his eyes. Even though she did everything to win his love, he never acknowledged her efforts for three years. Giselle saw hell. When she finally decided to leave him, she felt like she had been given a new lease on life. She decided to stay away from men and focus on her career. Lucian thought she was going to suffer and come back running to him. But to his greatest surprise, she appeared as the CEO of the company that rivaled his. Who the hell had he been married to? Lucian was beyond shocked when he found out that Giselle had several secret identities. All in one, she was a respected lawyer, an ace hacker, and a leading designer! More than anything, Lucian felt cheated. He cornered her one day and yelled, "Who the fuck are you, Giselle? How much have you been hiding from me?" "And who are you to ask me such a question? I don't know you, remember?" Giselle yelled back and brushed past him. Giselle thought he would bury his head in shame after she talked back. Little did she know she was in for a big surprise. Somehow, Lucian fell head over heels in love with her. He used many tricks just to win her back. "Let's get remarried, Giselle. I love you," he said passionately. With her hands on her waist, she replied, "Oh, honey. I'm sorry that's impossible." "But you are the only one for me. I can't live without you. I'm sorry for my past actions." Giselle had a good laugh and then looked at him. Clenching her teeth, she enunciated each word, "It's too late now to say sorry." Can love be restored where it never existed?
Click!
The door of the villa was suddenly opened.
Giselle Murphy, slumped on the sofa, turned to the door. Her husband, Lucian Clifford, was finally back.
Half an hour earlier, she had received a call from Lucian. He informed her that his sweetheart, Erin Brooks, needed another blood transfusion and asked her to prepare.
Both women shared the rare HR-negative blood type. Erin was certain that Lucian would once again request Giselle to be her donor.
Seeing that Giselle had dressed appropriately, Lucian expressed his approval, "Let's go."
Giselle glanced at her husband. He was dressed in a sleek black suit, his chiseled face as handsome as ever.
This was the man she had adored for three years, yet he regarded her as little more than a portable blood supply.
She, too, suffered from anemia and he was well aware that she couldn't afford another donation at the moment. But he didn't care.
Giselle's heart seemed bleeding, but she managed to maintain a steady voice. "Normally, blood donations are limited to once a month. Yet, you've been forcing me to donate more frequently. It's only been half a month since the last one. Do you understand the toll this is taking on my body? Lucian, do you wish for me to die?"
Lucian scoffed, his gaze filled with palpable disdain. "What now? Didn't you promise me that as long as we remained married, you'd donate your blood whenever I asked? Are you backing out now?"
Giselle's fists tightened, her slender fingers turning slightly pale.
This was the first time she had refused him, and it was met with his irritation. He was blind to the agony she endured with each blood donation!
She had hoped for at least a shred of sympathy from him, but what did she receive?
Seeing the unwillingness on Giselle's face, Lucian's patience wore thin. He snapped, "Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. If it weren't for your blood's value to Erin, I would've divorced you a long time ago."
Each word he spoke felt like a sharp blade piercing Giselle's heart.
In his eyes, Giselle was nothing but a petty, jealous woman, reluctant to help someone on death's doorstep. But wasn't her life of equal value?
"If you're unwilling to go, there's no point in preserving this marriage."
These chilling words snapped Giselle back to reality. At last, the inevitable day had arrived. A bitter smile curled on her lips.
Indeed, there was no point. Why should she sacrifice her promising future to play the role of a submissive wife to a man who tormented her physically and emotionally?
She inhaled deeply, pulling out a document from a drawer.
There were two big words on the top.
Divorce agreement.
She had already signed her name on it.
Lucian's eyes widened in shock. Before he could utter a word, Giselle interjected nonchalantly, "As you wish, I renounce all marital assets. My health has been the price I've paid over these years. Lucian, I'm granting you your freedom. From this point forward, we owe nothing to each other."
An hour later, she exited the villa for the last time.
As she was gathering her belongings, Lucian looked on, offering her another chance. If she would only agree to another transfusion for Erin, he would act as if nothing had happened.
Giselle couldn't help sneering. Did he really believe she'd continue to selflessly sacrifice after he'd so heartlessly trampled on her?
After all, it became easier for her to let go of things she had previously considered indispensable after she had been hurt to such an extent.
The sudden buzz of her phone dragged Giselle back to reality. Seeing the caller ID, she hesitated before finally picking up.
"What's going on?"
The caller sighed, sounding helpless. "Miss Murphy, I understand it's not ideal to disturb you, but the situation has spiraled out of control. You have to show up in person."
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It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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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."