Karlee felt crushed when she uncovered her fiancé's betrayal, and she sought comfort by drinking alone. During this vulnerable time, she encountered a striking man who was none other than the famous Brian Olson. Following an unexpected night together, they impulsively agreed to a contractual marriage. Brian showered Karlee with attention, leading her to believe she might have discovered the ideal partner. However, his actions were merely a part of his deliberate plan. Overwhelmed with anger, Karlee initiated divorce proceedings, despite discovering she was pregnant. Tears welled up in Brian's eyes as he implored, "Honey, I know I messed up. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"
At Zoria Club.
"Karlee, are you sure about this?"
On the phone, Jessica Mason, Karlee Elliott's friend, voiced her concern. "Even if Jeremy has betrayed you, you shouldn't risk your own happiness like this!"
Karlee tipped back another glass of wine, her vision clouding with alcohol. "It's the only way I know to get back at them. Otherwise, I'll be forever tormented by those two shameless people!"
Indeed, she was plotting to seduce Brian Olson, the CEO of the Olson Group.
Word on the street was that Brian's family was desperate for him to marry soon because a family elder was critically ill and wished to see him tie the knot.
After she hung up the phone, Karlee spotted Brian emerging from the restroom. Clumsily gripping her glass, she staggered toward him.
"Oh! I'm so sorry."
Karlee "accidentally" spilled her drink on Brian's chest, instantly staining his tailored suit.
"Watch out, Mr. Olson." Dennis Fletcher, Brian's secretary, intervened, scrutinizing the tipsy and disheveled Karlee. "Mr. Olson, should I..."
Brian lifted his hand to stop Dennis.
Karlee, with flushed cheeks, was clumsily wiping Brian's shirt, her breath reeking of alcohol. "I'll... I'll clean it up for you!"
Her perfume wafted around Brian, her touch sparking an unintended desire. Brian adjusted his tie, his expression tense, and firmly caught her wrist.
Brian had been forewarned that his uncle, Laurence Olson, intended to place a strikingly beautiful woman at his side.
The woman in front of him, with her enchanting gaze and silky skin, had a tiny scar by her cheek-so subtle that it was nearly invisible. Her lips, slightly curled, resembled the petals of a rose.
It was clear now why those people had chosen today, of all days, to drug him.
Karlee struggled against Brian's hold. In a soft voice, she cried out, "You're hurting me!"
Brian, his breath uneven from the drug's influence, gently lifted her chin. Presented with such an irresistible temptation, how could he turn away?
"How do you plan to compensate me?"
His voice was hoarse from the drug, his lips nearly brushing Karlee's. The desire in him burned.
Karlee looked up at him, biting her lip innocently, her eyes dewy. She was like a prey at his mercy.
She murmured, "Just... Just tell me what to do. I'll do anything..."
Brian chuckled, lifting her in his arms as they headed to an upstairs suite. After locking the door, he threw her onto the bed, discarded his tie, and looked at her with a darkened gaze.
"Hope you won't regret this!" he said.
Upon hearing that, Karlee shivered, yet Brian wasted no time, pressing his lips firmly against hers.
A night of frenzied madness followed, shattering her previous resolve. She had reserved her first intimate experience for her wedding night with Jeremy Cooper, the man she had loved for more than ten years.
She had been instrumental in building their studio from nothing, helping Jeremy orchestrate deals and execute contracts, always letting him take the credit for every design she had made. And she had accepted only two thousand dollars a month as her salary because she loved him.
But Jeremy had betrayed her!
As the morning light poured through the window, turning over was a struggle for Karlee. Her body ached as if it had been shattered.
"Mr. Olson, the driver is waiting downstairs." Dennis' voice resonated from outside the door.
Brian muttered a reply, and Karlee's gaze shifted to him by the dressing mirror; he was adjusting his attire.
She had spent the night with him...
Quickly, Karlee drew the blanket over herself to hide the marks on her skin, and Brian, securing his cufflinks, glanced her way.
"What's your name?" His tone was icy, utterly devoid of any warmth.
Karlee, caught off guard by his indifference, bit her lip and lowered her head. "Karlee... Karlee Elliott."
Hearing her name, Brian turned to face her, looking down at her like a ruler deciding her fate.
"What do you want?" he asked.
The question struck Karlee as peculiar, yet it saved her from the awkwardness of asking it herself.
With Jeremy's betrayal fresh in her mind, she lifted her gaze. "I want to marry you!"
Brian's expression remained unchanged, but his eyebrows lifted inquisitively as he studied her.
He thought even though the woman Laurence had arranged was both unique and stunning, she seemed too impulsive.
Karlee detected the mockery in his eyes, realizing how absurd her request was. Just as she was about to clarify, Brian extracted a business card from his suit.
"Tomorrow morning at nine, meet me at the City Hall," he said.
He threw the card onto the white sheets.
Karlee retrieved it, reading the name-Brian Olson.
She exhaled a breath of relief. Then, it suddenly dawned on her.
He had actually agreed?
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!”
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."
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
On her wedding night, Natalie's stepmother set her up to marry Jarvis, a disfigured and disabled man. Fortunately, she managed to escape, but little did she know that later she would fall for the man she was betrothed to.Jarvis pretended to be a poor man, but he didn't think that he'd fall head over heels for this woman.Their life went on until one day, Natalie found out her boyfriend's little secret."Huh? How could you have billions of dollars' worth of assets?" she asked in disbelief.Jarvis didn’t know how to respond.Being met with silence, she gritted her teeth angrily. "They said that you couldn't walk, but as far as I can see, you're strong enough to run a marathon."Still, he remained silent.Natalie continued, "They even said that you only have a few years to live. What about now?"Finally, Jarvis opened his mouth to explain. "Honey, this is all just a misunderstanding. Please calm down. Think about the baby.""Jarvis Braxton!"The man knelt down immediately.
After a passionate night, Verena left some money and wanted to leave, but was held by her companion. "Isn't it your turn to make me happy?" Verena, always disguising herself as ugly, slept with her fiance's uncle, Darren, in order to escape her engagement with her unfaithful fiance. Darren had respect and admiration. Word of his romantic escapades circulated, some saying they saw him kissing a lady against a wall and others calling it gossip. Who could ever tame Darren's heart? Then, shockingly, Darren was caught bending down to help Verena with her shoes, all to score a kiss from her!
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?