"Woman! No one dares to make such a request to me!" Baylee mistook her husband for an escort in a club. Julian thought she wanted to be his sugar mommy, finding it ridiculous. In the end, Julian fell in love with her, only to discover she was his wife who would soon divorce him. On the day before their divorce, Julian tore up the divorce agreement, and pleaded with Baylee to stay with red eyes, "Please don't leave me, okay?"
"We should get a divorce."
"Meet me tomorrow afternoon at four o'clock at Lewis Mansion. We need to talk."
Baylee Morrison was propped against the bar, her eyes fixed on her phone. Her grip on the device was so tight that her knuckles whitened, a stark contrast to the dark bar atmosphere.
The two messages signaled the imminent end of her three-year marriage to Julian Lewis. A whirlwind of emotions surged through her.
Julian hadn't bothered to discuss the divorce with her beforehand.
Their marriage, if it could even be called that, had been suffocating. Baylee had not met Julian in person even after they got married. With a bitter smile, she tossed back a glass of wine.
The dance floor was alive with revelers, the club's vibrant scene a stark contrast to Baylee's inner turmoil. This was Breross' most exclusive club, a playground for the rich.
Baylee's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Linda Wright, her closest friend.
Linda had coaxed Baylee out tonight to toast the imminent end of her celibate marriage and the prospect of returning to single life.
But Linda was nowhere to be seen. Baylee signaled the bartender. "Another brandy, please."
Her concerns were not solely about her impending divorce; her career was at a standstill.
Star Company, where she worked, had not been receiving any major orders recently. Without a turnaround, she faced financial jeopardy.
She downed another brandy, seeking solace in its burn.
After a few rounds, the alcohol kicked in, causing her to feel slightly dizzy.
Baylee checked the clock, realizing it was well past their agreed meeting time and puzzled by Linda's absence.
Right on cue, her phone rang-it was Linda calling.
"Sorry, Baylee!" Linda's urgent voice came from the other end, sounding breathless. "My boss sprung a last-minute trip on me. I can't make it tonight. Rain check?"
"It's okay. Take care of your work," Baylee responded, her tone forgiving.
Linda's voice carried a hint of mischief over the phone. "Baylee, since I can't be there, I've arranged a little surprise for you. I've booked a very charming companion for you in Room 777. Have fun!"
Baylee hesitated, her initial instinct was to decline. "But... I'm not sure that's wise. I'm still technically married."
Linda cut her off with a mix of frustration and indignation, "What marriage? Your husband of three years has barely acknowledged you, and now he wants a divorce out of the blue! He hasn't shown you any respect, so you don't need to consider his feelings."
Baylee's emotions churned as she listened.
Anger and self-pity surged within her.
Considering Julian's neglect over the past three years and his sudden desire for divorce, she thought maybe it was time to seek her own happiness.
"You're right," Baylee admitted, clutching her phone. The alcohol in her system lent her a rare boldness. "I don't owe Julian anything."
"Exactly!" Linda's voice was triumphant. "Go on, enjoy yourself."
After ending the call, Baylee rose, her movements a bit unsteady, and made her way to Room 777.
Determined to shed the frustrations of the past three years, she approached the door. The room number blurred and danced before her eyes as she pushed the door open and entered.
Inside, a man sat on the sofa, his back to her.
His posture exuded elegance.
At the sound of her entrance, he turned around, his expression detached.
Baylee squinted in the dim light, trying to discern his features.
The man before her had striking features, his handsome face framed by deep, penetrating eyes and full lips, lending him an air of sophistication.
Baylee found herself momentarily captivated by the sight, reinforcing Linda's assertion of his allure.
Julian, on receiving such unexpected attention, was equally surprised.
Encounters of this nature were not entirely new to him, so he responded with a frosty, "Leave."
Baylee, not quite herself due to the alcohol, ignored his command and drew closer, looping her arms around his neck.
"I have a thing for men with a wild side..." she murmured to Julian, her voice a drunken slur.
Enthralled by Julian's strong chest, Baylee felt emboldened and daringly pecked his cheek. She playfully tapped his face, locking eyes with him. "Handsome, you bear such a resemblance to my husband. Haha."
Julian, typically reserved and distant from women, found this proximity unusual. Surprisingly, he didn't push her away, experiencing an odd, unfamiliar warmth.
Yet, his patience had its limits.
With a swift move, Julian detached Baylee from himself, grabbed an ice bucket, and doused her with its contents, his tone sharp. "Wake up and see who you're really with."
The shock of the cold jolted Baylee to clarity. As she gazed at the man before her, a cool detachment reflected on his face.
With his visage now fully imprinted in her mind, a shocking realization dawned on her.
This man was Julian, her husband, unseen for three years, whom she had just mistaken for a gigolo!
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
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.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
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?
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”