In the second year of marriage, Yvette Thiel was pregnant. Yvette was full of joy, but she got a divorce agreement. In a car accident, Yvette lay in a pool of blood and begged Lance Wolseley to save their child, but Lance left with his sweetheart in his arms. Yvette was disheartened and slowly closed her eyes. Later, it was heard that Lance from New York had a taboo name, and no one could mention it. At the wedding, Lance suddenly went crazy. He knelt on the ground and looked at the cruel woman with red eyes. "You are pregnant with my child. Who do you want to marry?"
"Congratulations, you are pregnant."
Yvette was a little absent-minded.
Her mind was occupied by the words that the doctor said in the afternoon.
Suddenly, Lance pinched Yvette hard, and his voice was low. "What are you thinking about?"
Before Yvette answered, he grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard.
Then, Lance got up and went to the bathroom.
Yvette lay on the big bed weakly. Her hair was wet, and her eyes were full of tears. She looked exhausted.
After a while, Yvette opened the drawer and took out the pregnancy report.
In the afternoon, she went to the hospital because her stomach was uncomfortable. After the blood test, the doctor told her that she was five weeks pregnant.
Yvette was stunned. They wore condoms every time.
Yvette racked her brain to recall that there seemed to be an exception last month when Lance sent her home after the party ended. When she reached the door, Lance suddenly asked, "Is it safe?"
Yvette didn't expect that the rhythm method was unreliable...
The sound of water dripping came from the bathroom. The man inside was Yvette's husband, whom she had married secretly for two years, and her immediate superior, Lance, the president of the Wolseley Group.
Because of an accident after getting drunk, Yvette, who had just joined the company, had sex with Lance.
Later, Lance's grandfather suddenly fell ill. Lance proposed a fake marriage to fulfill his grandfather's wish that the latter wanted to see him get married.
Lance and Yvette signed the pre-marriage agreement that their marriage could be terminated at any time.
Yvette felt that she was so lucky.
She never expected that she could marry the man she had a crush on for eight years and readily agreed.
After they got married, Lance was very busy, and he might be away from home for twenty-five days a month.
But in these two years, Lance never had any other women around him, nor had there been any affairs.
Although Lance was a little cold, he was a perfect husband!
Yvette looked at the pregnancy report in her palm, feeling both sweet and nervous.
She decided to tell Lance!
Yvette wanted to tell him that it was not the first time they met two years ago. She had loved him for a decade.
In the bathroom, the sound of water gradually came to a stop.
As soon as Lance came out, his phone rang. He only had a towel on him as he went to the balcony to answer the phone.
Yvette looked at her watch. It was already past midnight.
She felt inexplicably uneasy. Who would call Lance so late?
After the call ended, Lance walked over and untied the towel without any hesitation.
Lance's figure was extremely superior, his abdominal muscles were distinct, and his muscles were tight and strong. Lance's long legs and butt were extremely sexy.
Even though Yvette had seen Lance's naked body countless times, she blushed, and her heart was pounding.
Lance walked to the bed, picked up his shirt and trousers, put them on, and tied his tie with his slender fingers. His handsome face was distinctively outlined and elegant.
Lance was pleasing to the eye.
"Good night," Lance said.
Was Lance leaving?
Yvette was a little disappointed. The hand holding the pregnancy test report unconsciously shrank back. After thinking for a while, Yvette could not help but say, "It's late."
Lance stopped tying his tie and reached out to pinch Yvette's plump earlobe. Then he said with a faint smile, "Don't you want to sleep tonight?"
Yvette's face instantly flushed red, and her heart beat faster uncontrollably. Just as she was about to say something, Lance released her and said, "Be good. I have something to do. Don't wait for me."
Then, he walked out.
"Lance."
Yvette chased after him and stopped him.
Lance turned his head and looked straight at Yvette.
"What's the matter?"
His voice was stern. Along with the cold air outside, Yvette felt the temperature seemed to drop a bit.
Yvette felt somewhat stifled as she asked softly.
"Do you have time to visit my grandmother tomorrow?"
Yvette's grandmother, Phoebe Cassell, was in poor condition, and Yvette wanted to take Lance to see Phoebe so as to make Phoebe feel at ease.
"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Lance did not agree or refuse and then left.
After taking a shower, Yvette tossed and turned without any sleepiness.
She had to get up and heat a glass of milk for herself.
There was entertainment news on the phone page.
Yvette was not interested in these and was just about to close it when she saw the familiar name. She could not help but click it in.
"The famous designer Yazmin Myers returns and appears at the airport with her mysterious boyfriend."
Yazmin was wearing a bucket hat, and the man with her was blurry, but it could be seen that he had a perfect figure.
After Yvette enlarged the photo, her mind went blank.
The man turned out to be Lance!
Did Lance cancel the meeting in the afternoon to pick up his ex-girlfriend Yazmin?
Instantly, Yvette panicked, as if a stone had been stuffed into her heart.
Her hands trembled, and she did not know why she dialed Lance.
Yvette was just about to hang up when a voice came from the other side.
"Hello."
The woman's voice was exceptionally gentle.
Yvette paused for a second and abruptly dropped the phone.
Then, as if her stomach was being stirred up, she could not help but rush to the bathroom and vomit.
...
Dawn broke.
Yvette went to work on time.
After they got married, Lance wanted Yvette to stay at home, but she wanted to earn her own living.
Lance let Yvette be, but he did not allow her to go anywhere else. Yvette stayed by his side and served as his assistant. She was responsible for serving coffee.
Lance left the core matters to his special assistant, Frankie Sainsbury.
In the company, no one knew Yvette's identity except Frankie.
Lance only hired male assistants. In the past two years, Yvette was the only female assistant, so everyone thought Yvette had an affair with Lance.
After a long time, they found that Lance was not special to Yvette and they despised Yvette even more.
How could one always rely on her beauty?
A colleague handed Yvette a document and asked her to hand it to the president's office.
Last night, Lance did not return, and Yvette did not sleep the entire night.
Yvette had been thinking about who exactly that woman on the phone was and whether she stayed with Lance all night.
The answer was obvious, but Yvette didn't dare to or want to admit it...
Perhaps Yvette needed to be slapped before waking up.
Now Yvette was extremely calm. She thought that no matter what, she wanted to give her ten years of crush an explanation.
Yvette calmly pressed the elevator button and went up. Before getting out of the elevator, she tidied her hair to ensure that she was in good condition.
When she reached the entrance of the president's office, the male voice that came from the wooden door that was not closed made her stop.
"Do you like Yvette or not?"
The one who spoke was Lance's friend, Marvin Icahn.
"What do you want to say?" Lance's voice was cold.
Marvin said, "I think Yvette is pretty good. Is she not your type?"
"How about me introducing her to you?" Lance replied casually.
"Forget it."
Marvin's disdainful laughter from inside sounded especially harsh.
They were discussing Yvette as if she were an object...
Yvette took a deep breath and tightened her grip on the documents, her palms cold.
Soon, Marvin's voice rang out again.
"You are Yazmin's 'mysterious boyfriend', right?"
"Yes."
"Ah! You're willing to sacrifice anything to make her happy."
Marvin let out a sigh and continued to tease, "You were with Yazmin for a night. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Did you... Huh?"
It came as a big blow for Yvette.
Yvette's face was pale, and her body was cold.
A night!
Absence made the heart grow fonder.
Every word was like a knife, stabbing into Yvette's heart.
A lot of voices rang in Yvette's mind. She suddenly felt dizzy, unable to see or hear anything.
Just as Yvette wanted to escape, the door opened with a click.
"Yvette?"
Marvin opened the door. He seemed to be leaving.
Yvette clenched her fingers, adjusted her expression, and nodded. "Hello, Mr. Icahn."
Then, Yvette passed him and sent the documents in.
In front of the luxurious desk, Lance was in an expensive suit. He was exceptionally handsome.
However, Yvette could tell that this set of clothes was not the same as last night.
Yvette lowered her eyes. "Mr. Wolseley, please sign the sales report."
Lance was expressionless as he signed and handed the document back.
Yvette received it and walked out. Marvin, who had a surprised expression, was still at the door.
It was not until Yvette's back disappeared from the elevator that Marvin said, "Fuck. Did Yvette hear anything?"
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
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!