Norah had to make a big move to Raybourne City after an engagement arrangement between her family and the Chase family. She wasn't given the best welcome as everyone thought she was a country girl who wanted to dig gold by marrying into a wealthy family. All three sons of the Chase couple refused to have anything to do with her. They scoffed and belittled her, saying that she wasn't their type and they had better options to choose from. Unbeknownst to them, Norah was more than they thought she was. She had multiple careers going well for her. She was a renowned contemporary artist, an enigmatic hacker, a world-famous designer, a top racer, and even the founder of a widely-known luxury brand. She didn't need their goddamn money! Norah enjoyed working anonymously in different fields. But one day, her secret identities were exposed. The three brothers instantly made a U-turn. Janson, the eldest of them all, said so romantically, "I think we are a match made in heaven, Norah. If you get married to me, you will be the wife of the president of Chase Group." Simon, the third son, declared, "Norah, I can move mountains for you. I want to marry you even if I have to fight with my big brother." Hearing this, the second son, Darren was speechless. He still couldn't believe what was happening. "Are you guys being serious right now? You want to chase me after rejecting me? Ha-ha! It's too late!" Norah snorted coldly. She was fed up with the whole engagement thing, so she decided to leave. But before she could do so, the infamous playboy, Darren grabbed her by the arm. He refused to let her go despite her struggle. He stared her dead in the eye and smirked evilly. "You flirted with me, and now you want to leave? Over my dead body!"
At the suburban Sorphis airport
"Grandpa, I've just landed in Sorphis." Norah Bector was talking on her phone, balancing her luggage in her other hand as she strolled through the VIP section of the airport.
"Good to hear you've arrived safely, Norah. The three sons of the Chase family are waiting to pick you up outside the airport." The elderly man's friendly and dignified voice emanated from the other end of the phone.
"Alright, Grandpa. Don't forget our agreement," Norah responded casually. "If I don't find love with any of them within three months, our families' marriage contract will be canceled. You won't meddle in my marital affairs after that. And make sure the Chase family doesn't find out who I am."
The old man chuckled and reassured her, "I've never broken a promise, don't worry."
Outside, three distinctively styled young men stood by their luxurious vehicles.
The eldest had a sharply defined face, exuding the aura of a driven, ambitious professional.
The youngest had an innocent, youthful look, brimming with energy. However, his current impatience gave off an air of unapproachability.
The most striking among the three was the one dressed in the most understated manner. Anyone who noticed him momentarily forgot to breathe and then let out a heartfelt sigh, acknowledging that he was indeed a favorite of the Creator!
The three young men, with high-end clothes and blessed with remarkable looks, caught the attention of passersby, making everyone glance back repeatedly.
The onlookers didn't dare to approach too closely. Instead, they could only exchange hushed whispers with their companions.
"Oh, my God! Look at them!"
"Are they here to pick someone up?"
"Who's the lucky one? Whoever the person is, they must be extraordinary to have three affluent and good-looking men picking them up simultaneously!"
Amidst the public gaze, the three sons of the Chase family appeared somewhat impatient, as if they were there under compulsion.
"I've been standing here for over thirty minutes. My feet are killing me!" Simon Chase, the youngest one, complained. He nudged his eldest brother, Jansen Chase, and grumbled, "What is Grandpa thinking? Why is he pushing us to pick up a country girl from the airport? She got lucky by saving Grandpa's life once, didn't she? Why on earth did Grandpa saddle us with this task? It's absurd that one of us is supposed to marry her!"
Jansen kept glancing at his watch, seemingly impatient. He looked at Simon flatly and said, "It's Grandpa's decision, so just accept it without complaining."
Jansen might not have voiced his disdain as openly as Simon, but deep down, he held a low opinion of the girl they were supposed to meet.
"Why should I hold back? Grandpa's not here," Simon retorted with a snort.
Darren Chase, the middle son, was the most relaxed of the three. He tried to ease Simon's mood, suggesting, "She might be pretty."
"Stop daydreaming!" Simon sneered. "I guess no man is willing to marry her. That's why she's turning to the Chase family to repay her for her kindness. Bet that country girl must be plain and unsightly!"
Suddenly, a voice emerged from behind the three.
"Are you talking about me?"
They all turned and were visibly taken aback.
The woman standing before them sported thick, lengthy bangs that draped over her forehead and nearly obscured her eyes. She was wearing a pair of big and thick glasses with a black frame, and these covered most of her face.
Her attire was extremely plain, and none of her clothes bore recognizable brand names.
Even more peculiar was the large, colorful, woven bag she carried. Was that supposed to be her luggage?
"Wow, look at these cars! They are incredible!" Norah exclaimed, admiring the luxury vehicles with wide-eyed wonder, like someone who had never seen such things before.
She said aloud, "Back in the countryside, I only drove a tractor. Are these faster than a tractor?"
None of the brothers responded, each wearing an expression of distaste.
Without a word, Jansen got into the driver's seat of his car and slammed the door shut, clearly not intending to let Norah ride with him.
Simon's face was a picture of disgust. He said to Darren, "You were the one who thought she might be pretty. So, you can take her. I'll leave her to you."
With that, Simon pushed Norah toward Darren, started his car, and drove off, leaving a cloud of exhaust behind.
Hidden behind her thick bangs, Norah scrutinized the solitary man facing her, speculating when he'd be frightened off by her.
Surprisingly, Darren, the most attractive of the three, took the woven bag from her and smiled. "Let me carry that. It's not polite to let a lady lug such a heavy item. I almost forgot to introduce myself. The name's Darren Chase."
He effortlessly tossed the woven bag into the trunk as he spoke. Then, he strolled to the front of the car and courteously opened the passenger seat door for Norah. "After you, Miss Bector."
Darren certainly acted like a true gentleman. He didn't seem to mind her "country girl" appearance. At the thought, Norah smiled.
However, as soon as she entered the car, she was hit by a strong perfume scent. She wrinkled her nose and covered it with her hand.
"I apologize," Darren said quickly, noticing Norah's reaction. "That's probably the lingering scent from my date last night..."
Norah realized what he meant and felt a wave of disgust.
Indeed, he was well-known as a playboy in Sorphis.
The favorable impression she had just had disappeared in an instant. She wished she could get out of the car immediately. But the car had already started.
From the corner of his eye, Darren noticed Norah's look of distaste. He gave a cheeky smile and advised, "If you're thinking about marrying into the Chase family, I'd suggest not picking me. I have many female partners and can't give them up."
Norah grasped his intention. She smirked inwardly and intentionally baited him, saying, "What if I decide to pick you?"
Darren gripped the steering wheel tighter and stayed silent.
His reaction left Norah feeling slightly bored. Was he intimidated that easily?
When they arrived at the Chase family mansion, Norah played up her bumpkin persona and sighed at the building. She unbuckled her seatbelt, ready to exit the car.
However, at that very moment, a dark silhouette suddenly loomed before her. It was Darren who leaned in and gently pressed her against the backrest.
Norah was taken aback. She had never seen a man so bold with her before!
"What are you trying to do?" Norah asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
Darren playfully lifted Norah's chin and asked with a grin, "Miss Bector, didn't you select me? I've been with plenty of gorgeous women. It's nice to switch things up and be with someone like you occasionally."
He then leaned in, seemingly about to kiss her.
“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?”
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
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?
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?"
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk! "Ahhh...". She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear. "What..what..what was that?" "A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other". Antonio replied and pressed the button again. Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly. "Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it". Her mouth moved convulsively. "The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready". He replied dry, watching her face closely. "Please....". "Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back". He replied and increased the speed. "Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please". Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too. "Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun". He pressed the next button. "Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop". "If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in". He smirked. She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back. "Let's take it to the next level,shall we?" She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating. "No..no..please..no..more...." Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively. I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears. "Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up". He breaks into her thoughts. "I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!" Her eyes rolled back... Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote. He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him. "Fuck! I am hard". He cursed under his breath. Suddenly the door opened. "Grandma?" Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady. *****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela... One year Angela will have her simple life back. But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment? There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped.