"Excuse me, Sir. May I know the color of your underwear?" Due to a game of truth or dare, Kimberly found herself asking a random stranger such a bold question. Unbeknownst to her, the man she had chosen was her husband of six months, the husband she had never laid eyes on since their marriage. Charlie couldn't stay calm. He had just returned from his business trip, and here his wife was, already trying to cuckold him. The cunning CEO made up his mind there and then to spoil his feisty wife. Consider leaving him? No way!
"Kimberly, you've lost!"
The cards laid out on the table revealed a pair of matching Ace of Hearts, indicating that the player must accept the punishment as per the rules of Truth or Dare.
"Okay, I lost." Kimberly Powell conceded with a shrug, taking a sip from her glass of martini. "What's my punishment?"
She glanced nervously at Millie Walsh, seated opposite her, and added, "Just don't make it too harsh."
Millie chuckled mischievously, swirling her wine. "Kimberly, it's a rare sight to see you at the bar, and even rarer to see you lose. Let's make this one memorable."
"What? What is it?"
Kimberly felt unsettled under Millie's gaze.
Millie was known for her plethora of tricks and her lack of mercy when it came to playing pranks.
"You need to go to the door, find a man, and ask him about the color of his underwear. And remember, you have to verify it with your own eyes."
"No!" Kimberly replied promptly, rejecting the idea outright.
Millie narrowed her eyes and stared at Kimberly.
Sighing, Kimberly pleaded, "Millie, let's pick something else. This is too much."
"Too much?" Millie raised her glass, scanning the room with a confident gaze. "Does anyone else think it's too much?"
"Not at all!"
"Absolutely not. I think it's too tame."
Their friends in the room were eager to please Millie.
Kimberly felt the urge to flip the table in frustration.
Then, a realization dawned on her, and she blinked. "Millie, I would find this punishment quite fun if it were in the past, but now..."
She offered an innocent but helpless smile. "You know, I'm married. My husband wouldn't approve."
Marriage! That was a convenient excuse!
Kimberly felt a sense of pride in her cleverness and wanted to applaud herself.
But Millie scoffed, raising an eyebrow. "Your husband?"
Leaning in close to Kimberly, Millie lowered her voice. "He's been absent for six months since you two got married, and he was recently photographed at a charity event with Melina Shaw, who just won the Best Actress award."
Millie then unlocked her phone and opened a photo to show Kimberly. "I was at that event too, and I have high-definition pictures."
Kimberly's gaze immediately fixed on a tall, handsome man standing in front of a woman in a long dress. His smile exuded grace and nobility.
A sudden chill flooded Kimberly's heart, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it.
She felt a twinge of disappointment settle within her.
Standing up with determination, she declared, "Fine, I'll take the punishment. Just wait."
Millie leisurely sipped her wine, a smirk playing on her lips. "Go on then."
Kimberly approached the bar door, her pulse quickening. It was too late to back out now.
Taking a deep breath, she peeked outside and spotted a man.
Looking down and concealing her face with her hand, she approached him.
"Excuse me, what color is your underwear? Can I see?"
No answer came.
The man seemed to be stunned.
From her vantage point, Kimberly could only see his handsomely crafted, expensive black leather shoes.
Anxious, she twisted her fingers and considered asking another man if he kept silent.
Just as she was about to lift her head to look at him, she heard the man's clear and pleasant voice.
"You can if you want. But how will you repay me, Mrs. Hussain?"
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Daisy is the illegitimate daughter of Mr. Hubert. His company went bankrupt, so he asked for help from Drkov's house. They agreed to help Mr. Hubert but with one condition. One of his two daughters must marry their nephew - Atlas Drkov. Atlas Drkov is a billionaire but he is disabled and uses a wheelchair. Yaretzi - daughter of Mr. Hubert's official wife - does not accept marrying a disabled man. She and her parents made a plan. They kidnapped Daisy's mother, threatened her, and forced her to marry Atlas. To save her mother, she accepted. However, after getting married, she fell in love with this man, and so did he. Difficulties start from here.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
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."
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
During her three years of marriage with Brendan, Adeline had become as humble as dust itself. However, what she got in return wasn't love and affection, but endless indifference and disdain. Worse yet, when the woman in Brendan's heart suddenly showed up, he further distanced himself from her. Finally, Adeline couldn't stand it anymore and asked for a divorce. After all, why should she stay with such a cold, distant man? The next one would surely be better. Brendan watched as his ex-wife left with her luggage in tow. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him and he made a bet with his friends. "She'll definitely regret leaving and will come crawling back to me in no time." After hearing about this bet, Adeline sneered. "Dream on!" A few days later, Brendan ran into his ex-wife in a bar. It turned out she was celebrating her divorce. Not long after, he noticed that the damned woman seemed to have a new suitor. Brendan was starting to panic. The woman who had clung to him for three years suddenly didn't seem to give a damn about him. What was he going to do?