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Trying to drown her sorrow with alcohol after her boyfriend hooked up with her sister, Ning Qing ran into the rich and powerful Lu Shaoming in a bar. "I need a wife," Lu said, and the two got their marriage license. Soon, she who became a pop star won many pretty boys' hearts. Singlehandedly, he got rid of all her potential flings and acted innocent. Ning Qing bristled, "Lu Shaoming, what happened to staying out of each other's private life which we talked about?" Turning the light out, he came over her and whispered, "Now our priority is to make a baby."
Winter days in Nangong were extremely bleak and desolate. The biting cold wind whipped the flesh, and the steps on the dry and frosty road made slight squeaking sounds.
Ning Qing was walking on the road in a white down jacket. She is fair-skinned, with silky black hair, sparkling eyes, and a bright smile. She kept exhaling through her rosy lips to warm her hands.
Even such a cold day could not dampen her spirits. She was going out on a date.
It was her first date after turning eighteen, with Xu Junxi.
They had grown up together and got along like peas and carrots. Young love had been in the air. It wasn't until yesterday that Xu Junxi finally expressed his feelings about her and asked her out on a date at a park.
She was more than delighted to go.
Thinking of his sunny, warm face, she arched a sweet smile and quickened her pace.
Suddenly, a stumbling man appeared from the corner who slammed into her shoulder and fell to the ground.
Rattled, Ning Qing looked down at the man.
He was about twenty-six, twenty-seven years old. He had a sculpted face, sword-like eyebrows, and a tall nose. This was definitely the most handsome man Ning Qing had ever seen.
He was wearing a black wool coat and a thin, navy V-neck sweater. One of his hands was pressed against his bleeding abdomen. He was obviously severely injured.
"Sir, are you alright?" Ning Qing squatted and asked, "You're injured. I'll call an ambulance."
The man could barely open his eyes, his face pale due to excessive blood loss. He frowned and shook his head, "Don't ... some people are chasing after me ..."
At that moment, Ning Qing heard some rushing footsteps, alongside a man's low voice. "Hurry! We must get rid of him today!"
Are they going to murder him?
Ning Qing bit her lips, and with great effort, moved the injured man into the bush by the side of the road. "Sir, hide here for a while. I'll lead them away."
"Don't go..." He waved to stop her. But the girl was swift like a rabbit, leaving him with a hazy yet beautiful image.
Ning Qing stood in the road, and soon a group of men in black appeared. They looked fierce. Upon seeing her, they asked rudely, "Oi, young lady. Have you seen an injured man passing by?"
Ning Qing quietly and naturally hid one hand in the pocket of her down jacket, her face unchanged. She pointed the front with the other hand and said, "I just saw a man walking over there."
The men in black looked at each other. Today they would rather kill a thousand innocent people than miss their prey. This girl seemed a little suspicious, and they had reached a silent consensus to remove her as a potential threat.
Ning Qing felt their gloomy stare. One of them even started to walk towards her...
At this critical moment, a string of melodious ringing sounds came from her pocket. She reached for the phone and answered it.
"Hi, Junxi...I'm at Fumin Road... You'll be here in one minute?... Okay, I'll just wait by the bus stop."
Ning Qing hung up the phone. Without even looking at those men, she crossed the road and stood by the bus stop, quietly waiting for her date.
The men in black looked at each other again. The girl's calm and natural behavior seemed to have removed doubts from their mind. With the innocent look, she did not seem to be lying. She tilted her head, smiled and waved her arms at a man wearing a suit, who was just walking towards her. "Hi, Junxi. I'm here."
The arrival of that man completely dispelled those men's thoughts of killing Ning Qing. They did not hesitate anymore and quickly rushed toward the direction where Ning Qing had just pointed at.
Can lust actually turn into love? *Mature Content.* * This book is not for young readers.* So, Paula gets hooked up with William in this arranged marriage thing. The catch? William's already got a thing going on with Lea. Sounds like your classic setup for a "he doesn't touch his wife" plan, and he's all set to divorce Paula once Lea's back. But, surprise, surprise – Paula's not your typical quiet wife. She's got him wrapped around her little finger. Long story short, they decide to be friends with benefits on the down-low, keeping it hush-hush from Lea. They also plan to divorce when the time's right. But, oh snap, things get messy when both Paula and Lea end up pregnant. Now, who's William going to pick – Paula or Lea?
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.
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
"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.
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."
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!