Armin Rodríguez Suegra is the only heir among one of the most powerful and rich Nobel listed families worldwide. When he was just three years old, he developed emotions for the breathtaking Seraphina Holland. Armin has given it much thought and decided that his best choice is Seraphina Holland. Armin was hopelessly smitten with Seraphina Holland all his life. Armin claimed Seraphina was meant to be his. Should I not have her, no one else can have her. Armin broke the family and everyone else to marry Seraphina and formally name her Mrs. Rodríguez. Armin's family was disappointed but was unable to inform him a big secret meanwhile. A few years later, to Armin's surprise, a gorgeous royal blood princess graced his life. But the shocking Truth was the royal princess was his real wife. Armin found the disclosure shocking and confusing. Armin already had too late to learn all his family had been keeping from him. Seraphina was never his wife? He was actually married to a beautiful princess? Armin found it shocking. He was depressed since he felt let down by all around him. The royal princess is indeed quite beautiful, unmatched. But the situation gets more worse when Armin's uncle, Ivan Anderson Suegra steps into The princess's Life without any notification. The jealousy mixed with anger consumed Armin. Who then was meant to be Armin's wife from birth? Beautiful and mysterious princess or Seraphina Holland? Who was really born to be mine? Claiming back his missing wife!
Boston University
On a bright day at Harvard University in Boston, an air of anticipation hangs over the campus. A Rolls-Royce, sleek and imposing, rolls into view, capturing the attention of everyone present. The surrounding crowd grows, a mix of curiosity and excitement buzzing through the air.
Navin, standing among the students, looks around, puzzled by the gathering. "Why is everyone gathering here?" he asks. Megan, beside him, can barely contain her excitement. "Oh my god, you don't know? Armin Rodríguez, Gabriel Rodríguez's son, is coming to the university today. Everyone's here to see him," she explains.
Navin, taken aback, queries, "The Rodríguez family? The richest and most powerful family in Boston?" Megan, even more excited, corrects him, "Not just in Boston, but in the world. They are one of the richest families."
As they speak, two Mercedes G-Class SUVs pull up, brimming with security personnel ready to protect Gabriel Rodríguez. The crowd's anticipation reaches a fever pitch as the driver opens the back door of the Rolls-Royce. A security guard steps forward to open the door for Gabriel Rodríguez, and the crowd catches its first glimpse of the man himself. Following closely, his assistant Willie appears by his side.
Then, the moment everyone has been waiting for arrives. The door opens for Armin Rodríguez, and as he steps out, the crowd is momentarily silenced by his presence. Standing at 202 cm, with a commanding physique, brown hair, and emerald green eyes, Armin Rodríguez looks every bit the heir to a vast empire. Megan and the other onlookers are stunned, their reactions ranging from gasps of admiration to awed silence.
Armin's appearance on campus is not just the arrival of a new student; it's an event that captivates the entire university community. His every move is watched by eyes filled with admiration, curiosity, and perhaps a hint of envy. As he makes his way through the crowd, his demeanor is calm and composed, unaffected by the attention he commands.
This moment marks the beginning of a new chapter for Armin at Harvard University, one that is sure to be watched closely not just by his peers but by the world at large. For the students and faculty of Harvard, the arrival of a Rodríguez is a reminder of the extraordinary lives that intersect with their own, bringing a touch of glamour and intrigue to the storied halls of academia.
As Armin walks into the heart of Harvard, the crowd disperses, left to wonder about the impact his presence will have on the university and their own lives. For Megan, Navin, and the others, this day will be one to remember, a day when they stood shoulder to shoulder with a legend in the making, a day when Harvard University welcomed a king among its ranks.
Megan's reaction, a mix of awe and excitement, mirrors that of the onlookers, many of whom are seeing Armin in person for the first time. The women among the crowd are especially captivated, their gazes fixed on Armin, recognizing him as the most eligible bachelor in the city.
The atmosphere is charged with an electric mix of admiration, curiosity, and the unspoken acknowledgment of Armin's unique blend of academic ambition and inherited prestige.
As Armin Rodríguez steps onto the grounds of Harvard University, he does so not just as a new student, but as a living embodiment of his family's legacy. The attention he garners is a testament to the weight of his surname and the expectations that come with it.
At Harvard University, amidst the buzz of anticipation and the arrival of the Rodríguez family, Principal Harold stands ready to greet them. Known for his warm demeanor and welcoming smile, Harold extends his hand in greeting as Gabriel Rodríguez approaches.
The handshake between them is firm, a sign of mutual respect and recognition. "It's an honor to see you again, Mr. Rodríguez," Harold begins, acknowledging Gabriel's significant yet distant role as one of the university's board of directors. "You are one of our board of directors, but you never returned for 10 years."
Gabriel, with a tone of sincerity, explains the absence. "We had to leave Boston for some personal reasons. My son Armin was in boarding school in Switzerland. After his military training, now he is joining Harvard as a family tradition," he shares, bridging the gap between past and present.
Turning to Armin, Harold extends the same gesture of welcome, offering his hand. Armin's response, however, is unexpected. "I prefer not to shake hands if you don't mind," he says, his voice calm but firm. The moment is one of surprise for Harold, momentarily taken aback by the refusal.
Gabriel, quick to smooth over the slight awkwardness, interjects with an explanation that borders on humor. "My son is a net freak. He is not comfortable shaking hands because he prefers to shake only clean hands. I am sorry about it," he says, his words aimed at lightening the mood. Harold, ever the gracious host, recovers with a chuckle. "Actually, this is a good sense of humor. I really like it. I am sure your son will be the biggest lawyer in this county," he responds, his words a blend of admiration and assurance.
The exchange between Harold, Gabriel, and Armin is observed by the students gathered around, a mix of curiosity and wonder evident in their eyes. Gabriel's pride in his son is unmistakable as he looks at Armin, a silent acknowledgment of the path that lies ahead for him at Harvard.
This moment at Harvard University serves not only as an introduction for Armin Rodríguez but also as a testament to the legacy and expectations that accompany him. As Principal Harold and the Rodríguez family navigate the formalities of welcome and introduction, the surrounding students are left to ponder the impact that Armin's presence will have on the campus.
As Armin Rodríguez made his way through the campus of Harvard University, his presence ignited a flurry of conversations among the students. Whispers and murmurs filled the air, a testament to the intrigue and fascination surrounding the latest addition to their academic community.
"Did you see Armin Rodríguez? He's even more impressive in person," one student said, unable to hide the admiration in their voice. "I heard he just finished military training. Imagine having that kind of discipline and then coming to Boston University. He's going to outshine us all."
Another group of students huddled around a bench, their conversation a mix of curiosity and speculation. "The Rodríguez family is back in Boston. I can't believe it. And they've brought Armin to Boston University. Do you think he'll join any clubs or stick to his studies?" one pondered, highlighting the blend of academic and extracurricular excellence that Boston University prided itself on.
Nearby, a couple of students glanced over at Armin from their textbooks, their study session momentarily forgotten. "He's not just any student; his dad's on the board of directors. And with the Rodríguez wealth and influence, Armin's going to have countless expectations on his shoulders," one commented, underscoring the pressures that come with such a prestigious lineage.
In the library, a whispered conversation took a different turn. "I heard Armin refused to shake hands with Principal Harold. Says a lot about his character, doesn't it? He's not here to play by the usual rules," a student mused, intrigued by Armin's boldness and the potential for him to bring a fresh perspective to the university culture.
Outside, a group of students watched as Armin walked by, his confidence and bearing the subject of their quiet discussion. "He looks like he could be in a movie, doesn't he? But I wonder what he's really like. Do you think he feels the weight of his family name, or is he just another student trying to find his way?" one student speculated, touching on the universal experience of navigating one's identity in the face of external expectations.
Amidst the buzz of conversations, it was clear that Armin Rodríguez had become a figure of significant interest on campus. His arrival at Boston University was not just the beginning of his academic journey, but also the start of a broader dialogue about legacy, expectations, and the unique challenges faced by those who carry a renowned family name into the future.
As the students continued to talk, debate, and speculate, Armin's presence at Boston University promised to be anything but ordinary, marking the start of a new and notable chapter in the university's storied history.
Elizabeth Taylor gave Sofia Roth a subtle nod, as if to calm her, before turning her full attention to Cloe. Her gaze was sharp, unforgiving. "This is not your home, Cloe." The words slammed into Cloe like a blow, knocking the air from her lungs. She froze, her body stiffening as the weight of the moment settled over her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Elizabeth cut her off, her voice like a blade slicing through Cloe's hope. "Meet Ethan's fiancée, Sofia." The words hit Cloe like a thunderclap, a shock so violent it felt as if lightning had struck her to the core. Her body stiffened, her eyes wide, her heart pounding so loud it echoed in her ears. Fiancée? Ethan's fiancée? Her eyes darted to Sofia, who stepped forward with a cruel smile, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Yes. Fiancée. I'm pregnant with Ethan's child." Cloe's world shattered. The words slammed into her with the force of a thousand storms, and she staggered backward as if physically struck. Her knees buckled, her hands clutching her chest, her breathing shallow and ragged. Pregnant? With Ethan's child? -------- Cloe was not ready to give up. So she received a sex tape from Sofia Roth. A sex Tape The man's face was deliberately obscured, lying back on the bed, while Sofia's naked body moved atop him, her large breasts bouncing as she rode him with exaggerated enthusiasm. Sofia's face, however, was clear. Her eyes locked onto the camera with an unmistakable awareness of what she was doing. Her moans were loud, theatrical, and filled with purpose. She threw her head back, calling out, "Oh, Ethan... love it, babe." The hands of the man beneath her, though blurred and devoid of identity, reached up to grip Sofia's breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers. Sofia's moans grew louder, her voice filled with pleasure as she called out again, "Ethan, baby... you're the best." ------ Three years later. She stepped cautiously into her apartment, her heart racing as she noticed the dark figure seated on the living room sofa. The shadows of the room made it hard to make out who it was. Her breath caught in her throat as she instinctively gripped her bag tighter. "Who's there?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly. The figure stirred, slowly rising to his feet. Ethan, unable to believe his eyes, stood frozen, his heart pounding in his chest. It was her. Cloe-his Cloe-right there in front of him. The woman he had thought lost forever. She took a step forward, her brow furrowed in confusion. "Who are you?" she asked again, her voice firmer now. Ethan felt like the world had stopped moving. The woman standing before him, looking at him as if he were a stranger-how could she not know? His emotions collided within him, confusion, shock, and an overwhelming sense of longing. "I... I am your husband," he managed to say, his voice hoarse with disbelief. She froze, her face contorting in shock. "My husband?" she repeated, disbelief lacing her words. She took a step back, her confusion deepening. "Who are you? And what kind of joke is this?" She refused to recognize him.
Maximilian Scott was injured in a dangerous mission. He lost memories of his past. He came to know he has a wife and a son. But a mafia clan leader has taken them away. Now Maximilian needs to find them. Maximilian reached, asking for a help to another Secret Agent, Marvin Oslo. Who exactly looks like Maximilian Scott. But during the search, both secret agents uncovered some horrible untold and unspoken stories in the elite world. Will Maximilian Scott able to find his missing wife and son? Which big surprise is waiting for him after 5 years?
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. 【Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.】
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
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.