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"Your father didn't die from an accident." Who was he? How did he know that her father didn't die from an accident? "Do you have proof?" "I don't have proof but I can help you find it." "What do you want in exchange for helping me?" "You!" Wuraola was stunned and didn't understand, "What?!" "Marry me." Would a normal person propose to someone they have never met before at a funeral?
In the middle days of July, the large funeral hall was crowded with people. As she looked at the affectionate and flattering faces of each person and listened to their concerns about her living together with them, Wuraola's heart grew colder and colder.
"My father didn't have any close friends in his lifetime, and he won't have any after his death. If you have any humanity left in you, please don't disturb his peace and leave."
"That's not it, Wuraola. Your father's house was demolished. Do you still have a house to live in? As a young girl, you're easily deceived."
Standing up with a cold face, Wura opened the door. "I'll give you ten minutes to leave. If you don't leave after ten minutes, I'll call the police."
Her mother died when she was young, and her father worked so hard to raise her. All of her relatives avoided them like a plague. Now that they know that their old house has been demolished and money is to be given, they suddenly appear one by one. Were they trying to take advantage of her?
Seeing that she wasn't joking, the crowd left, cursing and swearing. For a moment, the funeral hall became quiet, except for a man in black who didn't leave.
"Do you want to wait for me to call the police before leaving?"
"My master wants to see you, Miss Wura. Please come with me."
The man looked bold, he was clearly not an ordinary person.
Wuraola was almost numb with grief and had no interest in who this man's master was.
"I'm busy. You can leave."
"Miss Wuraola will regret it if she doesn't come. This matter is very important to you."
Kneeling in front of her father's picture, Wuraola silently remembered her father's hardships, with the gift she had bought for him still by her side.
"Dad, this is the first gift I've ever bought for you. I don't know if you'll like it... Don't worry, I'll avenge you."
Her eyes were cold, and the man in black left silently. Her father died in their old house, which was demolished. Everyone said it was an accident, but Wuraola didn't believe it, because he left her alone in this world.
It was the first time in her life that she received a paycheck. She couldn't wait to buy her father a windbreaker and make a reservation at a fancy restaurant for dinner. But what she saw was her father's lifeless body.
Wuraola clenched her fists, filled with hatred.
"Your father didn't die from an accident." A man's voice sounded from behind her, deep and hoarse, yet sexy at the same time.
Wuraola turned around abruptly.
Behind her stood a man in a suit and leather shoes, with perfectly groomed hair. He wore a white silk shirt with a dark red tie.
He looked down at Wuraola with his deep, black eyes.
His straight nose was topped with a thin, cold mouth which complimented his long eyebrows.
Who was he? And how did he know that her father didn't die from an accident?
"What do you mean?" Wuraola asked.
"Just what you're thinking, exactly as you're thinking it." The man's expression was indifferent, and his eyes were filled with sympathy.
"I can help you."
Wuraola's heart raced. Although she firmly believed that her father didn't die in an accident, hearing someone else confirm it made it difficult for her to control her emotions.
"What evidence do you have to prove it? Or are you just making it up?" Wuraola asked.
There was a moment of silence, the man crouched down, maintaining eye contact with Wuraola.
"I don't have any evidence, but I can help you find it."
Wuraola didn't feel happy, but rather weary.
This man looked dangerous from his head to his toe. He wouldn't help her for no reason.
"What do you want?" Wuraola looked at him and asked, "Or rather, what is the price to pay if you are helping me? What do you want to exchange with me?"
"You."
Wuraola was stunned and didn't understand, "What?"
"I want you."
The man reached out and pinched Wuraola's chin, his actions felt romantic but his voice remained cold, "Marry me."
This was even more shocking than winning a lottery. With just a few simple words, Wuraola still felt like she needed a lot of effort to digest it.
"Are you...sick?"
Would a normal person propose to someone they've never met before at someone else's funeral?
The man wasn't angry, but instead withdrew his hand and rested it on his knee, "If I told you that the only way to find evidence is to marry me, what would you say?"
"Why?"
"Because." The man leaned in close to Wuraola and whispered, "My name is Mide Wellington."
Midd Wellington? Wellington... Wuraola suddenly opened her eyes wide in disbelief and looked at the young man, her lips tightly pursed.
"You said your surname is Wellington?"
She clenched her fists, restraining the urge to punch him in the face, "What's your relationship with the company that forced my dad to sign the agreement?"
Mide saw her sudden change in expression and didn't hide anything as he said "I am the vice president of that company, and my father is the chairman of the board."
Wuraola's head was banging. She had always suspected that the company was responsible for her father's death. What did it mean for him to come and ask her to marry him?
"Are you playing me?"
The reason why her father refused to agree to the demolition was because all of his and his wife's memories were there. If they developed the area, my father would become a thorn in their eye.
"Or do you think I won't do anything to you? Do you think that just because we are common people without money or power, we can't do anything to you?!"
All of a sudden, Mide was about to stand up when Wuraola stretched out her hand to grab his collar, but he grabbed her wrist in mid-air.
"Get rid of that thing!" "No, this child means so much to me." An arrogant billionaire and heir to a famous company, is forced to marry a common waitress. The waitress gets pregnant in the process and he wants the baby gone. Would he reconsider his decision after having a near death accident?
All men are dogs. After losing her baby and falling down the stairs, everyone thought Simisola was dead. Her body was left to rot at the river, by her fiance and stepsister. A billionaire heir came just in time to save her and Simisola regained consciousness. A contract agreement is signed between the two. Simisola returns as a wealthy and powerful wife, to take revenge on those that caused her pain.
All men are dogs. After losing her baby and falling down the stairs, everyone thought Simisola was dead. Her body was left to rot at the river, by her fiance and stepsister. A billionaire heir came just in time to save her and Simisola regains consciousness. A contract agreement is signed between the two. Simisola returns as a wealthy and powerful wife, to take revenge on those that caused her pain.
It was a bad night for one of the heirs of Twilight pack, when she discovered that she never had a wolf in front of the entire pack. Kiana had to deal with life and her wolfless nature. Unknown to her, the moon goddess had more plans for her than she could ever imagine.
Claudia's parents died because of false accusations and Claudia became a slave to the pack. She only hoped that she could leave the pack when she became an adult. So when she found out that her mate was the son of the Alpha of the pack, she chose to reject her Alpha mate. As the future Alpha of the pack, Isaac had been loved by everyone since he was born, with his handsome looks and good qualities of kindness and enthusiasm. When he found out that his mate was a slave of the pack, he was disappointed, but he couldn't help but pay attention to Claudia. Until he was rejected by Claudia, he went completely crazy. Claudia, who rejected her mate, discovered the secret of her birth, and as the daughter of a witch, she had a powerful mind-reading ability and became the famous negotiator. Two years later, the Moon Goddess gave her a second chance, but Claudia found that her mate was still Isaac. What else will happen between them? In the face of Isaac's strong personality change, will Claudia choose to redeem him or reject him again?
On the night before her wedding, she discovered that her fiancé was having an affair with her stepsister, so she went to register her marriage at the Civil Bureau with a stranger in anger. The next morning, she regretted it and wanted a divorce when she sobered up, but the stranger started to act pitifully. She got kicked out of her home by her parents and only had her flash marriage husband to accompany her. Until one day, she found out that her flash marriage husband was not as ordinary as she thought.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
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.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”