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?"
"Ow, that hurts..."
As she felt something hard pierce her body, Marissa Nash momentarily felt dizzy from the agony.
Then, noticing blood seeping from between her legs, she gasped in shock and exclaimed, "Oh no!"
She had forgotten about the bunch of Dreamweed on the seat and had accidentally sat on it. Its long, sharp thorns had dug deep into her flesh.
Dreamweed was known for its strong anesthetic properties, meaning she would likely be numb for the next six hours. Realizing this, she decided to close the shop and rest.
Gritting her teeth against the pain, she removed the thorns and wanted to go put up the "Closed for Today" sign.
But before she could stand, a tall, well-dressed man in a sharp suit entered the flower shop through the glass door. His imposing presence quickly dominated the space.
His face was handsome and stern, his eyes a mix of disdain, hatred, and something fiercely destructive.
Marissa slightly frowned; she did not recognize him and knew nothing of his intentions.
But it was evident he wasn't here on a friendly visit!
She had many enemies. Though she often used aliases and disguises on her missions, there was always the risk of being unmasked. There was also the possibility that a traitor emerged within the organization she belonged to. It wasn't uncommon for enemies to seek her out for revenge or abduct her.
Feeling her strength fading away, she dared not act hastily. All she could do was try to remain calm on the surface.
"Are you here to buy flowers, sir?"
"Heh!" The man scoffed.
Without a word, he scooped her up and carried her outside.
Marissa instinctively tried to punch him, but her feeble punches felt more like gentle taps against his solid body.
What awaited her outside left her stunned.
Down the narrow, run-down Vintage Street, over a dozen luxurious black Rolls Royces were lined up impressively.
Over a hundred stern-faced bodyguards in black surrounded her modest flower shop, making it seem like a fortress.
Passersby had already scurried into nearby stores, driven by fear.
It was as if a scene from a mafia movie had come to life, with the mafia boss making a dramatic public appearance.
Despite Marissa's extensive experiences, she couldn't determine which powerful person in Blebert was targeting her.
To cause such a spectacle in broad daylight was incredibly bold and insane!
The man roughly shoved her into a car and then climbed in beside her, settling next to her.
Once the door was shut, the car's interior was engulfed by his intense, chilling presence, making it hard to breathe.
Marissa tried to remain composed and discreetly reached into her pocket for her phone to send out a distress signal.
But just as her fingers grazed the device, the man beside her snatched it away.
She glanced at his harsh, tense face. "Sir, could you at least tell me your name and why you're abducting me... Ugh!"
Her plea was abruptly cut short as his hand clamped tightly around her throat.
It was evident that any resistance might lead him to end her life.
"I'm not interested in your antics! Say another word, and I'll end you right here!"
To save her life, Marissa quickly shut her mouth.
Powerless to fight back, she could only sit and wonder what would come next.
However, what happened next left her completely astounded.
The man brought her to the City Hall.
Before she knew it, her name was listed next to his on the marriage certificate.
Thrown back into the car, Marissa was in shock.
She stared vacantly at the marriage certificate in her hand, finally seeing the man's name, Connor Daniels.
In Blebert, only one Connor Daniels fit the profile of possessing such immense wealth and influence-the current head of the top family, also known as the wealthiest man in Blebert!
The situation was both horrifying and bewildering.
She had never encountered such an extremely prestigious and fearsome person.
While she might have unwittingly offended him, an assassination attempt or revenge on her would make sense, but a forced marriage...?
"Um, Mr. Daniels..."
"Shut up!"
Marissa attempted to find out what was going on, but Connor cut her off before she could begin to ask questions.
Then, he grabbed her left hand and slid a priceless diamond ring onto her finger.
"Make my grandma happy as you did before. Don't provoke me again!" he ordered.
Marissa was left speechless.
She had never even met his grandmother, so how was she supposed to make her happy?
"Mr. Daniels, there's clearly been a misunderstanding... Hmm..."
She found herself once again gripped tightly by the throat.
His demeanor was tense and grim. Each word he said seemed to echo from a place of deep darkness.
"You went to great lengths to trick my grandma into forcing this marriage upon me. Yet, after I had agreed and our wedding invitations had been sent out, you vanished on the day we were to legalize our marriage? I'm not interested in why you chased me and then ran away, nor do I mind the embarrassment and complications it caused. But my grandma was rushed to the hospital because of this, and we need to resolve it! With her health in a critical condition, you will return and act the part of the dutiful granddaughter-in-law. If you try any tricks, I'll make sure the entire Nash family pays dearly!"
Marissa started to piece things together.
He had abducted the wrong person!
She resembled his actual runaway fiancee closely, leading to this mistake.
She had planned to go back to her hometown Adagend tomorrow to marry her fiance, Derek Tucker. What was she supposed to do now?
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
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.
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."