Candice's life took a strange turn on her wedding night. Her groom, Greyson, didn't show up to consummate their marriage. Instead, a stranger broke into her room and violated her. Marriage was hell for her. As she licked her wounds, her mother-in-law took every chance to make her feel less of herself. Greyson who was supposed to be supportive didn't give a damn about her. He brought his side chick into their matrimonial home. It didn't take long before she was kicked out of the house. Everyone thought that she was just a helpless weakling. They didn't know that she was an extraordinary lawyer. She dragged the stranger who raped her to court. She intended to make his life a living hell for ruining hers. In the course of this, she was stunned to find out that the rapist was actually the richest man in the city. He was a domineering and clean freak. Things soon went out of her control. This man tried every means to make her marry him. It dawned on her that she caused even more trouble for herself. How could she get this man off her back, while also bringing him to book?
It was Candice Blake's wedding night.
She finally married Greyson Harman.
It was a milestone moment, a day she'd been expecting for a decade.
Yet, as night fell, her husband still didn't come to her.
As Candice sat in the exquisitely decorated suite that had been thoughtfully arranged by the Harman family, her heart fluttered with nervous anticipation.
Surely he was mingling with the guests below, but it was getting late. When would he appear?
Candice was uncertain.
Greyson didn't love her. He had another woman in his heart. He married her just because his family forced him to do so. Candice held on to the fantasy that matrimony and shared time would eventually kindle love in his heart.
While she was thinking, a rush of heat coursed through her. Something was wrong with her...
"Bang!"
The door burst open and a towering figure stormed in. An ecstatic Candice turned to the man. "You're here..."
Before she could properly see him, he pounced on her, a predator catching its prey, pinning her to the bed. He pressed his head against her neck, his teeth sinking into her flesh with primal ferocity, sending a shiver of fear through Candice.
"Stop... Release me..."
Her pleas fell on deaf ears. His overpowering grip rendered her helpless. His dominance left her cornered.
This man was not Greyson!
"No... Don't touch me, don't... Ah!"
Hot, it was so hot...
The man's impassioned kisses and assertive movements overwhelmed her. Pinned beneath him, she was left to endure until she lost consciousness.
"You've got some nerve, plotting against me. Here's ten million. Take it and vanish."
A unfamiliar, deep voice echoed in her ears just when she came to her senses. Then, a checkbook, thrown like a knife, struck her face.
His words were icy, his tone condescending. "Administer the morning-after pill yourself and leave Ploville. Cross me and you'll regret you were ever born."
She was suddenly wide awake.
Lifting her heavy lids, she glimpsed the man's cold, dismissive silhouette.
She held the checkbook in her hand, the weight of ten checks, each one worth one million dollars, feeling heavy like a burden, as if they were pressing down on her heart, suffocating her.
A hefty ten million for her departure? It was a man of considerable wealth.
But his money held no allure.
His unexpected intrusion had destroyed her world and now he dared to dismiss her with a cash offering.
Who did he think he was?
Candice's voice failed her. She struggled to her feet, ripped the checks into shreds, and hurled them at the retreating man.
Unfortunately, the door was firmly shut, and he failed to notice it.
Only fragments of checks fell like snowflakes.
As she wrapped herself in the quilt, an attempt to rise was met with searing pain, her body void of strength.
The man's identity was a mystery. She'd only caught a glimpse of his back.
Even she herself didn't know what was wrong.
Why had a stranger intruded on her wedding night?
Why did this happen?
The confusion spiraled, her mind racing to understand.
Suddenly, the suite's door was flung open once again.
The sudden illumination from the bedroom lights made her involuntarily recoil, shielding her eyes from the intense glare.
Before Candice could react, a sharp slap landed on her face.
A tirade of insults ensued.
"You bitch! Last night was your wedding night, but you were having sex with another man in the suite? You have disgraced the Harman family!"
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
After my family's sinister plots collapsed, they lashed out at me, taking their rage to a violent level. Cornered and desperate, I married Jaxton—the town's most sought-after bachelor—due to an unplanned pregnancy. Love had no part in this marriage; I assumed he married me purely out of responsibility, his heart belonging elsewhere. The moment I chose to let him go and turned to leave, he grabbed me and pinned me down hard. "Jaxton, you promised you'd never touch me!" I snapped, glaring fiercely. His eyes flashed arrogantly as he leaned closer. "You're the one who started this!"