How does one torture another person? For Vincent, it was to trap her in a loveless marriage and fill her days with endless humiliation and misery. He was convinced that the treacherous Kaitlin deserved it all, and never regretted his actions-until he was standing before her grave. Kaitlin was twenty years old when she fell in love with Vincent. She spent the next three years as his humble and docile wife, helping him rise to glory while enduring his ruthless spite. "Love?" he sneered at her during her final moments. "There was never any love between us." How does one destroy another person? For Kaitlin, it was to make him realize that he had wrought tragedy upon himself. When Vincent learned the truth about what he always longed for, he had already ruined it with his own hands.
Vincent Roberts arrived home just as I had hung up the phone.
Seconds later, there was a gentle knock at the door.
It was the housekeeper, Janice Simpson.
She said, "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Robert is home."
Coming back to my senses, I stood up, wiped the tears from my face, and said, "Thank you."
As I was about to leave the room, she abruptly said, "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Robert has..."
She stopped mid-sentence and offered me a sympathetic look.
I smiled at her but averted my eyes.
As expected, I heard a woman's unabashed, charming laughter when I opened the door of Vincent's room.
Based on the sounds they were making, I could tell that they were having sex.
Standing at the door, I observed the scattered clothes on the floor.
Some of the clothes belonged to Vincent, as he favored wearing suits to display his affluence and authority.
The rest of the clothes were a one-piece dress and black lace underwear, which exuded a seductive aura.
Vincent had a penchant for attractive, alluring women who could easily captivate men's attention.
Unfortunately, he found me uninteresting and lackluster, as I had nothing to offer apart from having a wealthy father- which at the time was not the case.
I quietly closed the door and waited outside the room. Two hours later, the sounds ceased, signaling the end of their romance.
Swiftly, I straightened my attire, approached the door, and gently knocked on the door.
Vincent's lazy voice said, "Come in."
I could sense that he was in high spirits.
As long as he didn't lay eyes on me, his mood remained pleasant.
However, I had to disrupt his joyous moment by entering the room.
The bedroom was in disarray, permeated with the scent of cigarettes.
Vincent lay on the bed, the sheets draped over his waist.
He held a beautiful woman with flowing hair. Her skin was delicate and her arms were slender. There was a vivid, lifelike green peafowl tattoo on her back.
Upon my entrance, she smiled as she placed a lit cigarette between Vincent's lips.
Vincent turned his head, squinting through the smoke, and stared at me coldly.
"Darling..." It was the first time in my existence that I sought help, and I had to beg Vincent. "I need your help. My father's company is facing some problems."
Vincent shut his eyes, offering no words in response.
The woman directed a disdainful gaze my way, her charming eyes revealing her contempt.
Undeterred, I pressed on, explaining, "My father requires a cash flow of five hundred million dollars. I know that you have the means to provide it. Of course, we will utilize your money and compensate you with interest... You know we don't go back on our words. Throughout the years, my family has treated you with utmost respect."
Despite the adversities that plagued Vincent's company and our subsequent marriage, my father consistently made efforts to help him.
"Get out!" Vincent spoke finally.
But I couldn't simply leave.
I persisted, pleading, "Darling, please. My father is currently in the hospital. If even you refuse to aid him, I..."
As I spoke, he abruptly grabbed the crystal ashtray from the bedside table and hurled it at me.
I was utterly taken aback. The ashtray narrowly missed my ear, producing a resounding crash as it collided with the door behind me.
I trembled, gazing at him in disbelief.
Vincent opened his eyes and looked at me with a blank expression.
"Get out!" he repeated.
I held my breath.
After a while, I clenched my teeth and sank to my knees.
"Darling..." I found myself uttering words I had never spoken before. "You know that over the past three years, I have never wronged you. I've refrained from making any demands or requests of you. We kindly ask for your help, and rest assured, we will promptly reimburse you for any funds. In the event of smooth company operations, we will expediently refund both the principal and the interest owed to you."
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.
Billionaire Bennett Graham urgently needed a wife to close a business deal but his fiancée wasn't ready to tie the knots yet. So his grandmother picked the most unassuming maid for him. Everything was supposed to go incredibly well, and all he had to do was wait until he divorced her a year later. But after seeing Maliyah's ocean eyes.it wasn't looking simple anymore. *** Before I could get her up, it was as if she felt the light and an uncomfortable sound came out of her mouth. "Uh-huh..." She raised her hand to cover her eyes. But I didn't have time to wait for her to wake up, so I told her to "Get Up." My voice seemed to scare her, and her light-fearing eyes suddenly widened and she kept moving to the corner. The only voice in the quiet art room was her fear-filled voice, "No...please...go away...don't come close to me." She was afraid of me? I hadn't even spoken to her before, what was she afraid of? This was definitely not going to work, I couldn't talk to her if she couldn't calm down. Then I moved closer to her, my hand on her trembling shoulder, and I whispered soothingly "Calm down.I'm not going to hurt you.I'm not going to hurt you."I assured and then she moved her hair away from her face as if to stare at me properly. Our eyes met.It was that moment. It felt as if I was enchanted for a moment. Those ocean eyes were the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
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."
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.