Everything started when Kristopher, confined to a wheelchair, told everyone that Sandra was just a gold-digger. In a fit of pique, Sandra announced that he was a one-minute man who couldn't satisfy anyone in bed. Later, Kristopher said, "Sandra is a seductress who wreck all the men around her." "Kristopher killed his family. He's a wicked man. Besides, he's also impotent," Sandra retorted, unwilling to back down. Kristopher cornered her against a wall and asked furiously, "What is this I hear about you calling me impotent?" Sandra folded her arms defiantly. "What? You are handsome and rich. Many women throw themselves at you. Of course, I have to scare them away." Kristopher couldn't help smiling. "What a coincidence! I was doing the same thing." Would the lovers ever agree that they were in love with each other? Only one way to find out...
"Admit to Monica's crimes and serve a simple five-year term. I promise your mother will be safe. Once released, you'll still be regarded as the lady of the Hussain family. This is actually a bargain. Take it if you're smart!"
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Five years later, Sandra Hussain emerged from her prison term only to find the Hussains disowning her and barring her from seeing her mother.
Her sister Monica Hussain even threatened her to terminate her engagement with Darryl Owen, the Owen family heir, or forfeit any chance of meeting her mother.
Sandra yielded, agreeing to dissolve her engagement with Darryl. Yet, her grandmother, Theresa Hussain, the family matriarch, insisted she marry someone else within three days.
To marry someone else in such haste? Fresh from her incarceration, they seemed to be pushing her towards a hasty and undesirable match to thwart her future.
Despite her reluctance, she complied just so she could finally be with her mother.
Now she had a mere three days to break ties with Darryl.
Learning that Darryl dwelt in the opulent Gale Mansion, she headed there directly.
Clad in the same white dress from half a decade past, her hair in a plain ponytail, she appeared unsophisticated at a glance.
Yet her bare face shone clear and bright, her natural beauty suggesting an underlying charm.
At eighteen, her visage was yet to mature. Now, five years later, her beauty blossomed.
Sandra evaded observation and chose the stairs, reaching Darryl's room undetected.
As her hand grazed the door in preparation to knock, it creaked open under her touch.
Peering inside, she inquired, "Is anyone in here? Mr. Owen? May I enter?"
Her question hung unfinished in the air as an imposing hand clasped her arm, yanking her into the room.
Within moments, she found herself ensnared against a robust frame.
The man's faint yet captivating scent enveloped her, sending tingles through her body.
Struggling to break free from his grip, she was instead effortlessly twirled and pressed against the door.
A sharp click signaled the door locking.
Sandra's gaze lifted to the towering figure behind her. The room's dim light veiled his face, yet she presumed this must be Darryl since it was his room.
His breath warm against her cheek, drawing nearer to her ear, Sandra sensed that something was off.
In that instant, the man leaned into Sandra, his body pressing against hers, and murmured into her ear with a seductive undertone, "Help me, and I'll give you as much money as you want."
The mention of paying her made Sandra recoil, suspecting Darryl had confused her with a woman of the night. Incensed, she swung her hand to deliver a slap, but found her strength waning.
Within moments, her body turned feeble and mute, unable to utter a sound.
Taking advantage of her vulnerability, he scooped her up and strode towards the bed.
Time blurred as Sandra wrestled with her feeble state until at last, she broke free. But freedom brought no solace, as she discovered her naked body under the sheets.
The sound of water cascading in the bathroom jogged her memory. Her initial intent had been to sever the ties of engagement with Darryl. Such a reunion after the decade-long gap was definitely not what she had envisioned.
The recent misadventure in the room had deviated horribly, and she didn't want things to become more awkward than they already were.
Resolved, Sandra cast away the sheets, climbed out of bed, and scrambled for her clothes.
On the brink of departure, the man's murmur echoed in her mind. "I'll give you as much money as you want."
Feeling offended, Sandra searched her bag, found a coin, and left it on the nightstand with a hastily penned note.
Yet, as she reached for the door to leave, the knob twisted from the other side.
The door was being opened from the outside.
Sandra's ears caught an outside voice as she sidestepped. "Mr. Darryl, my boss is truly unwell..."
Her heart missed a beat.
Was that Darryl out there? And if so, who was the man behind the bathroom door?
"You're the moon wolf, Lola. You're the wolf with the power of the Moon goddess", Serena said and collective gasps were heard in the room. After being rejected by her mate in Moonlit pack, Lola escaped on a full moon only to enter the territory of the next Alpha King who also happened to be her second chance mate. Adrian is the next Alpha King but he hasn't been able to assume his role because he needed a Luna by his side. A rogue that trespassed on his territory, whom he ordered be killed turned out to be his mate leaving him in a dilemma. Will Adrian reject Lola because she came into his territory as a rogue? Will he overcome what happened to him in the past and give Lola a chance or reject her and go ahead with Fay as his chosen Luna? What will happen when everyone finds out just how much power Lola wields and how she's supposed to protect her kind in an oncoming war? Find out in Lola - The Moon Wolf!
Eight years ago, Eleanor was a pampered and arrogant young heiress, while Andreas was just a nameless talent from a humble background. Although she had taken him in, she never treated him with any warmth. Their fates flipped, and now Andreas was a business titan feared by all, while Eleanor wallowed in shame and despair after her fall from grace. Upon their reunion, he pinned her with a venomous glare and declared, "It was my hatred for you that drove me into becoming what I am today."
"The bloodline is confirmed. The Universal God Token is activated. All the gods will obey..." ........................................... Everyone believed Ye Liuyun was trash, even himself. No money, no talent, and no one he could rely on. Bully, scorn and laughter, that's what he deserved. But Ye Liuyun never gave up working hard. One day things had changed. Ye Liuyun's inner power was suddenly awakened. He could cultivate a divine level spirit and became a supreme hero. Slaying demons and exterminating devils, his adventures just started... Money, beauty and power, he would grasp everything in his hands...
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
It was a big day for Camilla. She looked forward to marrying her handsome groom. Unfortunately, he abandoned her at the altar. He never showed up throughout the wedding. She was made a laughingstock in front of all the guests. In a fit of rage, she went and slept with a strange man on her wedding night. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. To her dismay, the man refused to let her be. He pestered her like she had stolen his heart on that night. Camilla didn't know what to do. Should she give him a chance? Or just stay away from men?
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.