One drunken night, Miranda boldly approached Leland, only to be met with his cold and unyielding gaze. He pinned her to the wall, cautioning, "Don't provoke me. I doubt you can handle it." Soon after, her engagement fell apart, leaving her destitute. With no other options, Miranda sought refuge with Leland. Over time, she took on the role of a stepmother, caring for his child. She came to understand that Leland's decision to marry her wasn't just about her being obedient. It was also because she resembled someone he cherished. Confronted with Miranda's request for a divorce, Leland hugged her. "Please reconsider." Miranda just smiled. "Mr. Adams, are you ensnared?"
It was common knowledge that Miranda Martin had feelings for Edwin Murphy.
However, people had no idea that Edwin hadn't shown affection towards her in the last five years.
On the phone, Miranda spoke with a hint of hope. "Edwin, it's our engagement's 5th anniversary. When are you planning to come?"
She had been waiting in a hotel's top-floor suite decorated with balloons and roses. The call connected at nine, even though their meeting was set for seven.
"I'm tied up right now," Edwin responded, his voice devoid of warmth.
"What's keeping you so busy?" Miranda barely finished her question when a soft cry echoed from Edwin's end.
"Edwin, that hurts!"
A pang of distress hit Miranda. She managed to ask, "Are you with Maggie Adams?"
"She's had an accident," Edwin replied, his tone frosty.
"Why must you be there with her?" Miranda's voice quivered as she continued, "Or in your heart, she's more important than I am?"
"Must we argue about this now?" Edwin's impatience was evident.
Miranda felt a wave of disappointment wash over her for a moment. Her eyes reddened, and her heart sank, with a shiver through her entire body.
She opened her mouth and finally said, "If that's the case, let's call off our engagement."
She expected Edwin to offer some words of consolation.
To her shock, he just ended the call.
Miranda laughed bitterly at herself, tears streaking her face. What had she been hoping for?
She reached for a bottle of wine and gulped it down.
By eleven at night, she finally left the suite.
Stepping into the elevator, she glanced back and noticed a man outside.
He stood tall in a black suit, with a defined face and a furrowed brow that gave him an imposing air.
The man was checking her out from head to toe.
She wore an elegant dark green bodycon dress, accentuating her slender waist and long legs. Her flushed cheeks resembled blooming peach blossoms, and her almond-shaped eyes and thin eyebrows added to her charm. Her movements were captivating and seductive.
She exuded an alluring charm.
But the scent of alcohol on her dimmed his expression. He hesitated at the elevator entrance when, unexpectedly, the woman inside stepped forward.
She reached out, playfully grabbing his tie and pulling him into the elevator.
In the next moment, she fell into his arms, the heat of her body taking him by surprise. His entire body tensed instantly in response to her sudden proximity.
Caught off guard, he found the woman in his embrace reaching up to kiss him.
Her lips were gentle and warm.
Yet, she swayed unsteadily, nearly slipping from his grasp. Just in time, he caught her by the waist to steady her.
Their bodies pressed tightly against each other, sending waves of excitement coursing through Miranda.
Regaining her senses, she found herself pinned against the elevator wall by the man. The wall was chilly, yet the man's passionate kisses were both commanding and intense.
She couldn't handle both the heat and the cold at once, letting out a groan like a little kitten.
Her voice was enticing, adding to her allure.
As the elevator descended, it felt like she was being drawn deeper into a whirlpool of desire.
"Ding!" The chime of the elevator signaled their arrival on the ground floor.
Their intimate moment was interrupted.
With her hand still clasped around his tie, Miranda whispered, "Take me away."
The woman before him was so frail that she leaned on him, her warm breath brushing against his face.
It was a tempting moment.
The man's gaze grew intense, and he swallowed hard.
They understood each other's intentions with just a glance, especially given her forward approach.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was back—and with child—they couldn’t wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, I’m the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
"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."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.