Serena Suarez, who was injured and had lost her memory, was saved by Wayne Becker, so she shamelessly pestered him to marry her. However, after two years of marriage, Wayne had always disliked her and scoffed at her. "You don't deserve to be my wife!" Serena suddenly woke up. She decided to change her mind and become the true her. After the divorce, Wayne found that his ex-wife, who he had abandoned and looked down upon, had transformed into a real big shot. The aristocratic families and the mysterious secret sects respected her; the ace mercenaries treated her as their master; the medical leading authority regarded her as a legend; and the richest man in the world confessed his love to her every day in various ways. "Mr... Mr. Becker, Ms. Suarez, she..." "Want to see me?" "No, princes, the extremely rich, and generals of different countries are all on the way to propose to her!" Wayne slammed the table, stood up, and dialed a number. "Serena, let's remarry..." "You want to remarry? You don't deserve to be my husband!"
The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. Garrett was taking a shower.
Ashley got up from the bed, covered by the quilt. When she thought of what happened last night, her face was red.
Although they were husband and wife, she still felt very shy after they had sex.
The sound of the water stopped, and Garrett walked out with a towel wrapped around him.
She handed the clothes to Garrett, "Breakfast is ready. I will wait for you downstairs."
"Okay!"
Going downstairs, Ashley carefully took out a cake from the refrigerator and placed it in the middle of the table.
She held a pregnancy report in her hand. Since she was nervous, her heart was thumping.
Today was their second marriage anniversary. Thinking about telling him about her pregnancy, Ashley was both nervous and excited.
Garrett had changed his clothes and came down. He was wearing a custom-made black suit, looking elegant and charming.
After breakfast, Ashley grasped the report in her hand, took a deep breath, and nervously said, "Garrett, I have something to tell you."
"Well, I have something to tell you, too."
"Then you say it first."
Garrett got up and took out the document from the drawer. He slowly handed it to Ashley with slender fingers.
"This is the divorce agreement. Take some time to look at it."
Ashley was caught off guard and tried hard to prevent herself from falling.
She took a deep breath. The air in her mouth hurt like a knife.
The divorce agreement?
Ashley's mind went blank. After a while, she finally came to her senses.
Ashley asked him blankly, "Do you want a divorce?"
"Yes."
His voice was extremely light and gentle.
Ashley held the pregnancy report and wanted to ask him if there could be any negotiation.
What if we have a baby?
Will you reconsider it?
Garrett said, "Lilliana is back. I want to end our marriage in advance. In the beginning, we agreed on a three-year marriage, but now the situation has changed. Let's end it one year earlier.
"I know it's a bit rushed. This is a drafted agreement. Take a look. If you have any requests, you can ask. I will satisfy you as much as possible."
Ashley's mind was blank as she replied. "Okay, I'll look at it later."
She placed her hands behind her back and tightly gripped the pregnancy report in her hands, layers of sweat seeping out.
She knew that there was no need to take it out.
"I still have to ask a favor from you," Garrett said.
Ashley clenched her hands and tried to look at him with a smile, "Okay, as long as I can help."
"You should tell Grandpa about our divorce. If I tell him, he won't agree."
"Okay, I understand."
She was an ordinary girl born into a humble family. Her mother, Laura Milbank, was a nurse and her father, Nick Howe, was a gambler.
Such a family would never be able to match the Baldwin family.
Many years ago, Garrett's grandfather Robert Baldwin and his father Dexter Baldwin were plotted against by their business rival. A car accident happened and triggered their heart disease.
Laura happened to pass by and warmly saved them.
Years later, Laura suffered from cancer. Nick was a gambler, so Laura was worried about Ashley. She contacted the Baldwin family for the first time and asked them to take care of Ashley after she passed away.
Robert then decided to marry Ashley to Garrett as soon as she graduated.
At that time, Garrett said, "I can marry you, but I have another woman in my heart. Our marriage will last for three years. Three years later, tell Grandpa you want a divorce and we'll part our ways."
She resisted the bitterness and the impulse to express her love.
She replied calmly, "I know. I also have someone in my heart. Once the time comes, I will keep my promise and leave."
Garrett fulfilled all the responsibilities of a husband.
He loved her, doted on her, protected her, and treated her extremely well.
All of Garrett's friends knew Ashley was his treasure. As long as she was irritated, the person responsible would suffer. Everyone was envious that she married a good man.
However, only Ashley knew that their marriage was not because of love at all. It was just a contract.
All the care Garrett gave her had nothing to do with love. It was just an obligation. The only thing Garrett loved was her body. He was obsessed with her body on the bed.
They had agreed on a three-year marriage. But now that the woman he truly loved had returned, she should give up.
Ashley bowed and picked up the divorce agreement on the table.
She had lost her appetite. Just as she was about to return to her room, Garrett suddenly tugged at his tie and called out to her.
"When you bring up the divorce, Grandpa will definitely ask the reason. Didn't you say that you liked a man for many years when you got married? Now that you're free to pursue your happiness with him. In this way, Grandpa won't refuse you."
Ashley nodded. "Yes, I will tell Grandpa so."
She couldn't wait to go back. If she stayed any longer, she might regret it and tell him, "Garrett, I don't want a divorce."
Garrett suddenly stretched out his hand. Ashley was afraid that he would find the report in his hand and retreated.
Garrett became worried and insisted on holding her hand. "Why do you look so pale? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No." Ashley hurriedly broke free of his hand.
"We've been married for two years. Do you think I can't tell that you are lying?" Garrett's gaze was deep.
Ashley finally succumbed. "Nothing serious. It's just that my period came."
"Have a good rest."
After saying that, Garrett suddenly glanced at her clenched right hand and asked in a low voice, "What are you holding in your hand? Why are you holding it so tightly?"
Ashley immediately threw it into the trash and forced a smile. "Nothing. Just trash. I kept holding it in my hand and forgot to throw it away."
Garrett wouldn't know how much her heart hurt.
It was as if someone cut open her heart with an axe and split it in two. Blood was dripping and the flesh was badly damaged.
Every part of his heart was still bleeding. She held the broken heart and the intense pain almost killed her.
"Garrett..." Ashley murmured, "We are a good couple. Why can't we just keep it like that?"
She took a leap of faith when she married him.
Now she was politely asked to leave the house.
"Ashley, silly girl, you lost the bet in the end. He doesn't love you, not at all."
Seeing that Ashley was weak and staggering, Garrett didn't think much before picking her up.
Ashley was stunned and hurriedly said, "Let me go. I'll go back myself."
"You're so weak. Don't force yourself."
Garrett's gentle and charming low voice sounded in her ears.
It was this voice that she was addicted to for two years. But now he suddenly wanted to leave.
Ashley blinked, unable to hold back her tears.
Garrett teased her. "You're not a teenage girl anymore. Why are you crying because of your period? Don't cry. I'll get a doctor to check on you later."
"I'm not crying," Ashley said stubbornly.
He was so stupid.
He had no idea what she was crying about.
"Alright. You're not crying!" Garrett compromised.
"Can you tell me who he is?" He suddenly asked.
"He?" Ashley was baffled.
"Haven't you said you have loved a man for many years? I'm curious who is so lucky to win your heart," Garrett said.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
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."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"