Thea felt she would never be happy again after she was forced to marry the infamous and mysterious cripple, who went by the name, Mr. Reynolds. It was rumored that her new husband was ugly and very mean. As a result, Thea prepared herself to endure her unhappy marriage. But she received a big shocker soon after. Her husband showered her with all the love. He made her feel so special. Mr. Reynolds was her knight in shining armor. He defended her against all those who came for her. Even when her own father mistreated her, he destroyed the geezer's car. All her haters resented her to the bone. As they licked their wounds, they cussed her out in their hearts. What a heartless woman! Mr. Reynolds put his arms around Thea and declared, "She's the love of my life. I love her just the way she is. Does anyone have any objections?"
In the dimly lit corridor, Thea Russell, slightly tipsy, leaned against the cool wall, her eyes fixed on the approaching figure of a man.
Tall and lean, he had a narrow waist and a charming derriere.
Then she looked at his face...
The male escorts at this club were renowned for their looks, and he was no exception.
As a man in his thirties, he was incredibly handsome!
Thea couldn't resist herself and threw herself into his arms. She had been forced into an arranged marriage by her family, so why not spend money to enjoy the company of a handsome male escort?
"One thousand dollars," she boldly declared while gazing up at him.
Holding the man in front of her, Thea raised her head and made a price.
Colton Reynolds, initially searching for someone, was suddenly enveloped by the embrace of a young woman. Her warmth and the scent of alcohol on her breath made him furrow his brow. Just as he was about to push her away, he glanced at her and realized she looked oddly familiar.
A couple of weeks ago, Talia Reynolds, who was Colton's mother, had bombarded him with photos of potential brides from affluent families, demanding he choose one.
In the photo, this girl had a quiet and lovely charm, catching his eye immediately.
After making his choice, he had returned to Akarough on urgent business, dispatching someone to the Russell family to formalize the arrangement. What he didn't expect was to encounter the very girl he had chosen at this club upon his return.
Seeing that the man remained silent, Thea gathered her courage and raised her offer. "One thousand five hundred dollars!"
Colton continued to observe the girl in his arms. Her flushed face and bewilderment in her eyes suggested she had consumed a considerable amount of alcohol.
"Let me take you home..."
Before Colton could finish his sentence, Thea took the initiative, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his lips.
The kiss was soft and sweet, catching Colton by surprise.
Thea couldn't contain herself any longer. After the kiss, she pushed him against a wall, lunging in for another kiss.
"Two thousand dollars! That's my final offer!"
She couldn't afford any more than that.
Before Colton could react, Thea descended on him once more, her lips finding his in an eager kiss.
Her passionate embrace, fueled by alcohol, proved to be quite a temptation. Colton, who had remained celibate for years, found himself unable to resist her advances. Thinking that she was now his chosen wife, he lowered his head and asked in a husky voice, "Do you know what you're doing?"
"Yes," Thea affirmed.
She knew exactly what she wanted.
Before marrying Mr. Reynolds, she found a male escort to sleep with. In order not to let such a handsome man run away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and said, "Sir, don't worry. I will be responsible for you."
Before she could lean over to kiss him again, Colton bent over and kissed her.
Afterward, with her head spinning from alcohol, Thea awoke with a throbbing headache. She couldn't recall what had transpired the previous night. All she knew was that when she tried to get out of bed, her body ached, and her legs wobbled, nearly causing her to fall.
Before departing, she glanced at the man still asleep in bed. Checking her pockets, she found a mere hundred dollars.
It wasn't until then that she remembered that she had recently used most of her money to cover her mother's medical expenses. This was all she had left. Blushing with embarrassment, she left a note and hurriedly fled the scene.
"Handsome stranger, I apologize. I didn't bring enough money with me. I'll pay you in installments."
As Colton awoke and read the note, he spotted a meager sum of money on the bedside table, a stark reminder of their encounter.
Had she given him money for their night together and then simply run off? Was that what she considered taking responsibility?
"Mr. Reynolds!"
Greyson Brooks entered the room and saw his boss scowling at a note. Greyson hastily took a step back in alarm before noticing the hickeys on Colton's neck. After a brief pause, he couldn't contain his excitement.
Finally, his boss had lost his celibacy!
"Make arrangements," Colton instructed, crumpling the note and placing it in his pocket. He retrieved a cigarette, lit it, and exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Go to the Russell family's house and bring her back."
He had a lesson to teach her!
"Whom are you going to retrieve?" Greyson inquired, still a bit puzzled. It suddenly dawned on him that Colton had been forced to select a bride by Talia, and he must have chosen one of the Russell family's daughters.
"Maggie Russell!"
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
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."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
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."