When the identity of the mysterious Mrs. Marshall's was finally revealed, it set off a citywide sensation. Charged with premeditated murder, she was accused of orchestrating a car collision involving her husband's lover. With his wife behind bars, Mr. Marshall remained steadfast, waiting for the day of his wife's release. However, what greeted him wasn't his wife's release, but her lifeless body, cradling an innocent baby. Six long years later, Kallie returns, no longer carrying the title of Mrs. Marshall. By her side is a clever young girl. When she crosses paths with Mr. Marshall again, Kallie's face lights up with an enchanting smile. "Mr. Marshall," she says gracefully, "I must let you know that I'm happily married now. I sincerely hope you'll behave appropriately."
It was getting cold in Violetmage in autumn.
"I'm 8 weeks' pregnant. The baby is Mr. Marshall's."
"Mrs. Marshall, Mr. Marshall loves me-not you. You're just his wife on paper."
"You and Mr. Marshall have been married for three years, but you don't have any kids yet. You don't deserve to be his wife at all!"
A woman dressed head-to-toe in designer brands barged inside the house, accompanied by two maids and three bodyguards. She looked down at Kallie Marshall arrogantly.
Sitting quietly on the sofa, Kallie sighed and calmly returned the woman's gaze.
Her expression was soft and gentle, and her voice was as smooth as velvet.
"And you are...?" Kallie asked with a soft smile.
The woman, Jocelyn Owen, was stunned.
As the most popular star in the entertainment circle, she believed she had become a household name. How could this bitch not know her? Jocelyn gritted her teeth, thinking that Kallie was feigning ignorance on purpose.
"Jocelyn Owen," she spat angrily. "Mrs. Marshall, please be sensible and sign the divorce agreement. Quit pestering Mr. Marshall!"
She looked at Kallie domineeringly, but to her surprise, the latter looked almost... leisurely. It was as though Kallie didn't take her threat seriously at all!
All of a sudden, Jocelyn became a little restless. Before she could say anything more, Kallie stood up with a smile, but her eyes were devoid of warmth.
Kallie strutted over to Jocelyn and started to speak slowly. "Miss Owen, just this year, over thirty women have come to me and told me that they're pregnant with Bellamy's child."
Jocelyn's face changed.
"You're not the first, and you won't be the last." Kallie was still smiling, which sent shivers down Jocelyn's spine.
Jocelyn found it a little creepy when she heard Kallie's flat chuckle. When Kallie calmly put her hand on Jocelyn's belly, the latter subconsciously stepped back.
"Wh-what are you doing? Don't you dare try to hurt my baby! I know what you're thinking!" Feeling uneasy, Jocelyn protectively covered her belly.
"Miss Owen, are you sure this child is Bellamy's?" Kallie's smile widened.
"Of course!" Jocelyn said stubbornly.
"I see." Kallie let out another lifeless chuckle. "Miss Owen, you probably don't know this, but Bellamy had a vasectomy in order to avoid troubles like this. But since you're so sure that the child is his, why not run a DNA test when you give birth to it? As you said, Bellamy and I don't have any children of our own, so the Marshall family is anxious to have an heir. We'll definitely treat you well if the child is Bellamy's."
Hearing this, panic filled Jocelyn's eyes.
"But Miss Owen, if we find out you're lying, then..." Kallie's lighthearted tone took a dangerous turn.
Her lazy, unhurried attitude suddenly disappeared, replaced with coldness. She stared daggers at Jocelyn, which made her tremble.
"Bellamy hates liars the most. Do you know what happens to those who lie to him?" Kallie stopped right in front of Jocelyn and said nothing more.
Jocelyn wasn't as arrogant as before. With her head bowed, she turned around and left quickly.
In essence, Kallie just warned Jocelyn that she could make her vanish from Violetmage without a trace.
Seeing Jocelyn leave, Kallie sighed quietly. She had gotten good at dealing with these troublemakers.
There were always women who showed up to make trouble. Initially, Kallie was scared of them. But now, she had learned how to deal with such troublemakers within ten minutes. Shooing them away was a piece of cake for her now, so she felt no sense of achievement at all at this moment.
She lowered her head absentmindedly, but after a while, she saw the silhouette of a familiar figure from the corner of her eye.
It was none other than her husband, Bellamy Marshall. The man had obviously seen and heard everything. But he had simply watched the fun; he had no intention of stepping in. It was as though the situation wasn't caused by him in the first place.
Without raising her head, Kallie sneered silently. Suddenly, the figure came closer, and then a pair of strong arms grabbed her by the waist. The next moment, she was pressed against the man's firm, broad chest.
The sickly sweet smell of tobacco wafted to her nose. Without raising her head, Kallie knew that it was Bellamy.
"Honey," Kallie greeted him in a soft voice.
Bellamy stroked her hair.
"Did you visit your mom today?" He was referring to Irene Howard. Recently, her condition had become quite unstable. She was confined to Rheingold Hospital at the moment.
Kallie nodded meekly.
The next second, Bellamy turned her around to face him. He pressed his lips against hers.
Kallie didn't resist. On the contrary, she found herself wrapping her arms around the man's neck. Realizing this, she chastised herself for being so spineless. She couldn't even stop her body from reacting to him.
The atmosphere suddenly changed.
"Remind me something, Kallie. When exactly did I have a vasectomy, huh?" Bellamy nibbled Kallie's lower lip.
"Uh," Kallie grunted awkwardly, averting her gaze. "I had to come up with something to get rid of her."
They had been married for three years, but Kallie knew that Bellamy was just using her. She had to take care of his family and deal with the women who pestered Bellamy, just like today.
There was probably no love involved, but their sex life was always really great.
"Are you dissatisfied with me?" Bellamy asked again.
After a moment's silence, Kallie shrugged nonchalantly. "No, I don't dare."
"You don't like dealing with these women?" Bellamy continued, still kissing her.
"It's just ten minutes of my life wasted. But they always resort to the same tricks. When will they give me a challenge?" Kallie pouted.
Bellamy was speechless.
Then he burst into angry laughter. He took it out on her by biting her lip again-harder this time.
The bite made Kallie wince, but she didn't dare to make a sound. Feeling uncomfortable, she couldn't help but complain, "You have so many side chicks. Why do you always come back and torture me?"
"Why, Mrs. Marshall, are you jealous?" Bellamy looked at Kallie with amusement.
Kallie was speechless.
How could she be jealous?
Annoyed, she didn't answer his question. But Bellamy couldn't hold himself back at this point.
He scooped her up and carried her to the master bedroom. The atmosphere was thick with sexual tension. It was chilly outside, but inside the room, the temperature kept rising.
There seemed to be a lustful beast inside Bellamy's body that needed to be released.
Afterwards, Bellamy let go of Kallie and went to the bathroom directly.
"Honey?" Kallie suddenly called him.
Bellamy stopped in his tracks and waited for her to say what she wanted to say. Biting her lips, Kallie lowered her head hesitantly. Bellamy waited patiently.
After a while, Kallie opened her mouth again. "Let's divorce."
The man, who was calm just now, suddenly frowned darkly. "What did you just say to me?"
"Bellamy Marshall, let's divorce." Kallie addressed him by his full name this time.
Without saying a word, Bellamy turned around and walked towards Kallie. He was born with an imposing manner. As he strode towards her domineeringly, she couldn't help but hold her breath.
But her face remained expressionless.
It wasn't until Bellamy was standing over her that she said calmly, "I saw the news. She's back."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
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.”
"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.
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."