"Your husband fled with another woman. I'm here as his substitute," I didn't imagine the hell that awaited me as Connor's eyes pierced into mine. I knew something was wrong, Carl couldn't have done that as he loved me with everything in him, this man had something to do with his disappearance and I was sure of it, but I was so consumed by my fear that I couldn't question him. Standing in front of the altar together, my heart pounded hard against my chest and the smirk that played on his lips made me regret ever playing a trick on this man. If only I could be given another chance to make things right, but it was too late. Just two weeks ago, I was happy, stealing from this man, thinking I was smart, little did I know the hell that was awaiting me. "You may exchange your rings now," My heart stopped beating as I watched him slid the diamond ring into my finger while having a deadly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The ring felt like shackles of bondage, a promise of lifetime nightmares and miseries, something I wasn't sure I would ever be able to escape from. There were only two things involved. It was either I have a happy ending, or a sad one...
Chapter 1
Janice POV
I walked elegantly into the rowdy club, looking as hot as usual. There was only one reason I came to the club, and it was for a new catch. It has been a while, and I really needed it now.
The club was loud as usual with the smell of alcohol and cigarettes everywhere, and of course, music was not left out. Since I wasn't here for any of that, I just walked over to the counter and knocked on it, getting the bartender's attention.
"One glass of non-alcoholic wine," he immediately turned to me with a flirty smile, but he was not my type, so I just turned my face away.
"Here is your order, Ms. Bill on me," He winked at me, but I just grabbed the glass and stood up.
"Thanks, man," And with that, I walked away from him and headed to sit on the long couch, feeding my eyes with nothing while sipping on the wine.
A strong expensive cologne caught my attention, and I immediately looked around to check where it was coming from, but my eyes fell on a young man seated on the far end of the couch where I was seated. Although I could barely see his face, I knew he was handsome and of course, he looked like a wealthy person.
"This is your catch tonight," I whispered to myself as I stood up and walked up to him.
"Hi... Can I sit with you?" I smiled at him flirtatiously, as I spoke in the calmest and sexiest voice I could use.
"No..." He looked at me through the light darkness, and I mouthed an 'oh'. What a rude jerk he is. There is nothing wrong with sitting with him, yeah?
"Alright," I turned to leave when someone held my hand from behind, bringing me to a halt.
"You look like a desperate bitch... How about we get a room, hmm?" A smile formed on my lips, knowing that I would be getting what I wanted soon.
"Sure... Why not?" He stood up immediately and held my waist after he pulled close and our bodies collided. He must be a pervert. Hmph!
He claimed my lips and kissed me slowly. I almost lost myself, unable to resist the urge to kiss him. It felt so fucking good. Yeah, he was a good kisser.
I managed to pull away from him and said, "How about we get a room? We can't do it here, you know?" I trailed my fingers down his chest.
"Sure," He leaned forward and whispered against my ear before he bit my earlobe, and my heart missed a beat.
He finally led the way and I followed him. We arrived at a room in the club, and he pinned me to the wall as soon as we walked inside. The way he kissed me and explored my body with his warm palm almost gave me away, but I had to constantly remind myself of the reason I had come here. It wasn't for pleasure but for something more important.
He kissed my neck roughly, leaving me almost breathless. He was so good with everything he did that I almost succumbed if not that I was here for something else. He fondled my boob, pinching my nipple from the gown I was wearing, and of course, teasing the nape of my neck.
"Ho...hold on..." I stuttered and held my breast as I gently stopped him.
"Can I use the restroom, please?" I managed to speak, and he looked at me. Now that I saw what he looked like, I was almost swayed by his handsome face. Those charming brown eyes, the sharp jawline, the pointed nose, and fuck! Those sexy lips made me want to kiss him again. How could someone be this handsome?
"Think straight, Janice... Think straight," I slapped myself mentally and inhaled briefly.
"I can't wait anymore..." He held my waist and pulled me close, our bodies pressing hard against each other. I felt his hard dick poking me down there, and fuck! My cheeks flushed. He was way taller than me, so I had to look up at him, and all I saw in his eyes were desires. He looked like a playboy, but is he always like this with every girl?
"Uhm... I'll be back shortly. I just need to use the restroom," I managed to wriggle away from his grip and dashed into the bathroom. My heart pounded hard in my chest as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks turned pink from blushing. I had been a call girl for the past seven years of my life, and this was just happening for the first time. I had never gotten attached to any of my clients in the past. I never mixed work with pleasure. I had never slept with any of my clients.
"You are here for a reason, Janice. Don't get yourself distracted," I reminded myself and ran my fingers through my hair. I was so horny. So fucking horny that I wouldn't mind getting laid by that handsome man, but fuck it! That was the last thing I would do. I couldn't lose my virginity to someone at the club.
After taking a deep breath, I reached for the medicine I had hidden in the bum shorts I wore under my gown, threw a few pills in my mouth and hid them under my tongue. I composed myself and left for the room.
My jaw dropped to the ground and my eyes narrowed when I saw him sitting on the bed, shirtless. I was amazed by his sexy biceps and of course, those sexy toned abs. They looked so cute and I couldn't help but admire them.
"Don't just drool at me and let's get down to business... It's going to be a long night tonight," He winked at me, and I smiled at him.
"Yes..." I barely replied to him as I walked over to the bed and pushed him with my index finger. He lay on the bed while I got on top of him. I had to do what I came for and leave immediately if I didn't want to end up doing something crazy with this stranger.
I leaned forward to kiss him, but he held my hand and gently pulled me away. I was shocked and scared that I had been caught.
"Wh... what is it?" I managed to ask, and he smiled.
"Connor is the name... Moanable, yeah? You might need it to moan later," He said flirtatiously then flipped me over immediately, taking charge.
"I always like being in charge," His voice came out huskily before he leaned forward and claimed my lips. The kiss was intense, and his hand exploring my body gave me this exciting chill which I tried to control.
Unlike every other client I've had in the past, Connor seemed to be different. He wasn't succumbing and it was starting to disturb me.
My head suddenly started to hurt and my eyes felt heavy as a result of a part of the medicine I swallowed after it fermented.
"Hang in there, Janice. You can't sleep... You need to hang in there," I could barely keep my eyes open as my head started to bang.
"Ugh!" I heard Connor's faint voice and that was all I remembered as I passed out.
The sound of my ringing phone pulled me out of my deep slumber, and I groaned as I touched my forehead. I managed to open my eyes and I groaned as I sat up on the bed and reached for my purse that was on the bedside table. The call had already ended by the time I could bring out my phone, and I saw a missed call from Carl, my friend.
My eyes narrowed in shock when I saw the time. Fucking 7am! As memories of last night replayed in my head, I quickly looked beside me and breathed out in relief when I saw the man from yesterday sleeping deeply beside me. The drug seemed to still be working perfectly even after hours. How could I have messed up yesterday? Thankfully, nothing happened between us.
I quickly stood up from the bed and picked up my things. I removed his wristwatch which I was sure would cost a lot if I sold it. I saw his trousers lying on the floor, and I quickly grabbed it.
I was able to find five thousand dollars in his wallet and his credit cards.
"Ugh! How could he carry such a small amount of money? He must be very stingy," I scoffed angrily, wishing I could take his credit card, but that would be the height of it, right?
I heard him yawn, and my eyes narrowed as I watched him toss on the bed, thinking he was going to wake up, but thankfully, he didn't.
I quickly took out a pen and note from my purse and wrote something on it.
'You look wealthy, and I know this won't have anything on you. A few thousand dollars and this wristwatch is like taking a drop of water from a tank. It won't have anything on you. Don't report me to the police, please' I dropped the note on the table and finally left the room hurriedly, not after I composed myself in order not to look suspicious on my way.
Do you think I enjoy living like this? Well, the answer is no, but just that I enjoy the monetary part. For a twenty-five-year-old school dropout who has to take care of her family of four singlehandedly, what were you expecting me to do? Yes, you would say that there are other ways I could make money, but do you think I haven't tried that yet? Life is not always a bed of roses. Mine was filled with thorns right from birth.
Stepping out of the clubhouse minutes later, I breathed out in relief. I was about to haul down a cab to take me home when my phone beeped and I checked to see a text from Carl.
'Hey! Let's meet tonight. I have something important to discuss with you. I will wait for you at our usual spot' I read through the text, and signed briefly. What does Carl want to talk about with me?
"Five million dollars to be my wife for three months," "I'm not interested, Mr. Miles..." "I'll make it ten million. So, what do you say?" May couldn't say no to the tempting offer her boss had given her especially now that she needed money badly to start a new life with her unborn child. "I will do it," little did she know that the reply was going to change her life forever. One month ago, twenty-five-year-old May Walter got her heart broken by her boyfriend of two years whom she had spent her recent years, worshipping for the sake of the love she had for him. May thought being betrayed by her boyfriend was the worst thing that could ever happen to her, but her fate proved her wrong after she got drunk and ended up on the bed with her boss. Nothing was worse than this, May had told herself as she cried her eyes out, but finding out later that she was carrying her boss's child was the worst nightmare she wished to wake up from. Weeks later, May's boss was sitting in front of her, asking her to be his contracted wife for three months for some hidden reason he never told May about. She desperately needed the money to start a new life with her baby, but would this marriage end well?
"Five million dollars to be my wife for three months," "I'm not interested, Mr. Miles..." "I'll make it ten million. So, what do you say?" May couldn't say no to the tempting offer her boss had given her especially now that she needed money badly to start a new life with her unborn child. "I will do it," little did she know that the reply was going to change her life forever. One month ago, twenty-five-year-old May Walter got her heart broken by her boyfriend of two years whom she had spent her recent years, worshipping for the sake of the love she had for him. May thought being betrayed by her boyfriend was the worst thing that could ever happen to her, but her fate proved her wrong after she got drunk and ended up on the bed with her boss. Nothing was worse than this, May had told herself as she cried her eyes out, but finding out later that she was carrying her boss's child was the worst nightmare she wished to wake up from. Weeks later, May's boss was sitting in front of her, asking her to be his contracted wife for three months for some hidden reason he never told May about. She desperately needed the money to start a new life with her baby, but would this marriage end well?
"You don't say no to me, Lilian. You're my property. You belong to me!" His voice was calm, yet the scariest she ever heard. She shivered on the spot as she stared at the dangerous and scary man in front of her. How she suddenly ended up here in a lion's den and there was no hope of escaping, was what she never imagined. She knew her stepmom hated her so much, but if there was one thing she never imagined, it was the fact that she could go to the extreme length of selling her off to a stranger. "Re... Ren... Don't touch me..." Her voice quivered as she pressed her back further into the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. She wished she could disappear into the wall, but was that even possible in reality? "I beg you, please... Leave me alone," She suddenly fell to her knees when her legs couldn't carry her anymore, and he rolled his eyes momentarily. "I'll spare you tonight, Lilian... Not because of your pleas, but because I am in a good mood. When next I want you..." He paused then squatted in front of her and smirk "I will torture you until you can't take it anymore and beg me to f*ck you so hard, Lilian. I'll make you hit orgasms five times in a row, and I promise that by the time I'm done with you, you'll never remain the same again," He whispered against her ear as a dirty smirk played at the corner of his lips, and her heart sank into her stomach. Will she ever get out of this?
"I'm your husband now, Janice. Give me your hand, and don't do something stupid," Connor Hughes whispered those words that sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I was doomed for the rest of my life. I was supposed to get married to Carl Hughes, but his brother, the person I feared the most in life, showed up instead. Standing in front of the altar together, my heart pounded hard against my chest and the smirk that played on his lips made me regret ever playing a trick on this man. If only I could be given another chance to make things right, but it was too late. Just two weeks ago, I was happy, duping this man, thinking I was smart, little did I know that I would be tying the knot with him today as his wife. "You may exchange your rings now," My heart stopped beating as I watched him slid the diamond ring into my finger while having a deadly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The ring felt like shackles of bondage, a promise of lifetime nightmares and miseries, something I wasn't sure I would ever be able to escape from. There were only two things involved. It was either I have a happy ending, or a sad one...
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"