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.
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
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?"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."