Everly, the adopted daughter of the Howard family, was Gavin's little shadow. She followed him from childhood until the age of twenty-four, until she overheard him say- "She's just the adopted daughter of the Howard family. How could I truly care about her? People like us need to marry within our own social class." After Everly disappeared completely, Gavin searched everywhere for her but could never find her again. When they met again, he saw her walk towards him holding the hand of the young and handsome billionaire, Aiden, her face lit with a bright smile. Gavin grabbed her, his eyes red as he asked, "Everly, do you still want me...?" Before Everly could respond, Aiden, standing beside her, glanced over with a lazy smile, his Adam's apple moving slightly, "Gavin, if you don't want to spend the night in jail, I suggest you let go of my wife's wrist." Everly's Perspective: Marriage Before Love Aiden's Perspective: Years of Secret Admiration Come True The person who cherishes you may arrive late, but they will come for sure.
As the sun set, vast expanses of fiery clouds filled the sky, casting a golden glow through the lace curtains into the room. The light fell upon the delicate butterfly bones of a woman's back, tracing golden patterns on her figure.
A man with a finely chiseled face gazed at her, his voice low and husky. "Everly, tell me, who am I?"
Her thick, curly lashes brushed against his skin as she lifted her arm, lightly hooking her fingers around his neck. A rich scent of alcohol intertwined with their closeness, leaving crimson marks on his crisp white shirt.
Those shimmering, watery eyes of hers curved, her sweet voice as if dipped in honey, "You are... Aiden..."
Suddenly, the eyes that had been fixed on her turned dense and murky-
Aiden Coleman's shirt collar was loosened, sweat beads rolling down his collarbones. The woman in his arms curled up like a small animal, her curly lashes trembling lightly. In a soft voice, she murmured, "...hot."
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The sky began to lighten, golden rays gradually piercing through the clouds.
Everly Lawson's head pounded, and she rubbed her sore eyes. Even before fully opening them, fragments of last night rushed into her mind.
["She's just an adopted daughter, how could I really care about her? In our circle, we still need to be of the same class."]
Everly paused, her hand that had been rubbing her eyes dropping back down.
She had chased after Gavin Stewart for more than a decade. No matter when or where, Gavin could always see her whenever he turned around.
A sour sensation uncontrollably welled up in her eyes, along with the laughter of the people around him last night, carrying endless bitterness.
Like tangled thoughts, they continued to churn, slowly engulfing her.
Everly sank into the pillows, feeling everything around her was suffocating.
The suffocating feeling of dizziness almost made her unable to breathe.
Until the light gauze curtain on the side was lifted, clusters of light rushed in, and the feeling of suffocation stopped abruptly.
The lazy and pleasant voice sounded in her ear-
"Awake?"
Everly suddenly raised her eyes and saw a stunning face.
The other person stood beside the bed with arms folded and looked down at her, and the stunning face suddenly stopped, looking at her and said, "Miss Lawson, you took advantage of me. Now it should be me who feels bad, right?"
Everly's fingers pulled the quilt, taking advantage of the advantage?
Fragmented memories floated before her eyes, one after another. Dim streetlights, orange-flavored liquor, her arms wrapped tightly around someone's neck, refusing to let go, and then...
She tilted her head back and bit down.
Everly's lashes were still wet with tears, her expression dazed. Her previously grief-stricken face suddenly flushed a deep crimson.
Her round, clear eyes lifted in an instant, her gaze accurately landing on the person's Adam's apple.
There, a faint pink bite mark.
Everly couldn't help but study it closely, the slightly raised Adam's apple appearing almost like a work of art, made all the more suggestive and intimate by the red mark.
Her fingers tightened slightly, her pupils gradually dilating.
It seemed like she had been the one who bit him...
She had bitten him last night.
The man standing by the bed noticed her apparent recollection, his thin lips curving into a lazy smile, "Miss Lawson."
Everly raised her head in confusion, meeting his narrow, dark eyes.
His gaze seemed to burn, causing Everly to instinctively flutter her eyelashes.
As she looked at him, she tried hard to remember. Besides clinging to his neck, biting his Adam's apple, and kissing his face...had she done anything even more outrageous last night?
The man by the bedside raised his hand and lightly pulled at his collar, pointing to the bite mark on his neck. "I can understand Miss Lawson's intentions towards me, but was this necessary?"
Everly looked up dazedly. "?"
Did she have intentions towards Aiden Coleman?
Everly inadvertently recalled something from her school days.
She and Aiden attended the same high school and the same university. Whether it was Avalon High School or Avalon University, Aiden was always a prominent figure, quite popular indeed.
In high school, she once saw him playing basketball while waiting for Gavin, Isaac and the others came back and saw her sitting there watching him play. Isaac even asked her if she was also captivated by Aiden.
["Aiden is really famous. It seems like all the girls in school like him. Everly, are you going to abandon Gavin and like him too?"]
What did Everly say at that time?
She sat in the seats beside the court, paused and looked at the male student wearing a white jersey, turned back, and smiled, and said how impossible it was, she only liked Gavin.
Aiden noticed her distraction, stepped back, leaned against the nearby table, crossed his long legs in trousers, and looked at her askance. "Everly."
"...Mm." Everly finally regained her senses and nodded earnestly.
She thought it was understandable for Aiden to think like that. After all, he had always been so popular since childhood, and last night she had been a bit too... enthusiastic after drinking too much.
It was normal for him to misunderstand.
"I will compensate you."
"How will you compensate me?"
Both voices sounded simultaneously. Everly hesitated for a moment, slowly sitting up from the bed, carefully looking at the perfect and noble person beside her, and cautiously said, "I will buy you new clothes and invite you to dinner, okay?"
This was the first time she had encountered such a situation and really didn't know how to resolve it.
This was already the best solution she could come up with.
Aiden turned his head, his narrow eyes curved in a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "Invite me to dinner?"
Everly: "..."
Did he misunderstand again?
She pursed her lips and said seriously, "If Mr. Coleman finds it inconvenient, then I will convert the cost of the clothes and room into cash for you. Would that be alright? And also the money for dinner."
As if finding it amusing, Aiden's beautiful blue eyes raised slightly.
"Everly, do you think I'm short of money?"
Everly was suddenly choked.
He definitely wasn't short of money.
Whenever she heard his name before, it was often "Aiden of Avalon University" or "Aiden of Avalon High School," but now it was mostly "Aiden of BioGen Innovations."
BioGen Innovations was founded by Aiden after graduation, and the company was about to go public with an estimated market value of over ten billion.
Of course, he wouldn't care about a piece of clothing, room expenses, or dinner money.
The time of such a person was measured in seconds.
So how could she compensate him and make amends?
Everly furrowed her brows lightly, momentarily perplexed.
Aiden's gaze lingered on her. He lowered his eyes, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the table. "My company is about to go public, you know."
Everly looked up at him and nodded. "...I know."
Aiden's gaze shifted away from his fingers. In those shimmering blue eyes were emotions deep and shallow, making it hard to discern. He looked steadily at her, his tone casual.
"At this time, both my company and I can't afford any scandals, especially not public incidents like tearing clothes and scandalous kisses with unknown women."
"For both me and my company, that would be fatal."
Rhea is a hybrid type werewolf: elf-werewolf, a blend of werewolf and elf. Legends say elf-werewolves possess a unique allure over male and are destined to have multiple fated mates. In ancient times, a renowned Alpha once defied the objections of his pack members to be with his fated mate, an elf-werewolf, and they lived a peaceful, joyful life-until she encountered another fated mate, the Rogue King. The Rogue King was the Alpha's half-brother, exiled after a bitter power struggle for the Alpha title and eventually leading his own outlawed rogue wolfpack. Captivated by his wild nature, the elf-werewolf betrayed her husband by revealing vital wolfpack secrets to the Rogue King, leading to her husband's defeat and the downfall of their pack. Since then, elf-werewolves have been deemed ill-fated, perpetually distrusted by their mates, and rarely treated as equals. Even when they met their fated mate, suspicion often overshadowed their bond, making trust nearly impossible. In ancient werewolf societies, elf-werewolves were forbidden from holding high-ranking positions and relegated to low-status Omega roles, subjected to longstanding prejudice and disdain. However, the Moon Goddess, in closing one door for elf-werewolves, opened another. All elf-werewolves were gifted with the rare ability to restore and assess the authenticity of sacred werewolf artifacts-items believed to carry the Moon Goddess's power, able to bolster a pack's strength and enhance an Alpha's mental resilience. Over time, many sacred artifacts were damaged or lost in wars, making the remaining ones highly coveted by great Alphas. A mature market for these artifacts arose, where more ancient and intact relics commanded immense value. When damaged, artifacts lost potency, but skilled restoration could renew much of their power and worth. As their talents were increasingly recognized, elf-werewolves gained more economic power and found their skills in high demand. Their sharp discernment allowed them to distinguish genuine artifacts from counterfeits, and this role elevated their social and financial status over time. In modern society, thanks to movements toward equality, elf-werewolves gained the opportunity to pursue higher education and professional work. Yet many traditional wolfpacks still harboured biases against elf-werewolves, preferring marriages that preserved "pure" werewolf lineage. Rhea inherited her rare silver elf-werewolf hybrid form from her grandfather, granting her an elite gift for artifact restoration, a skill considered unparalleled worldwide. She and Patrick had been married in secret for three years, and although his wolf instinctively recognized her as his fated mate, he had yet to mark her. Patrick's father, the Alpha of Fabian Wolfpack was determined to drive her away, constantly pushing Patrick to rekindle things with his ex-girlfriend, the daughter of a rich Alpha with pure blood. Due to the damning legend, Patrick, despite his love for Rhea, struggled with doubt. Knowing she would likely have more fated mates, he couldn't fully believe she could ever be wholly devoted to him. Even as his wolf spirit claimed her as his fated mate, he feared it might already be too late. Because he thought before their marriage, Rhea has met another fated mate, Christopher. Patrick was torn-unable to let her go, yet reluctant to fully trust her loyalty. Rhea, meanwhile, was convinced Patrick's heart still belonged to his ex. Adding to her anguish was the disdain she felt from Patrick's father, who looked down on her elf-werewolf heritage.
Isabella Anderson's life was turned upside down by a single sentence from her doctor: "Miss Isabella Anderson, you are pregnant." The shocking news left her utterly bewildered. Despite being nineteen, she had never been intimate with any man. Even more incredible was that the lab results showed she was already four months pregnant. The doctor informed her that due to her physical condition, she couldn't undergo an abortion and would have to carry the baby to term. Returning home, Isabella's father, Lucas Anderson, was furious. Rumors spread rapidly, and everyone began mocking her. Speculation arose that the Mitchell family, her fiancé's family, would undoubtedly call off the engagement. As everyone awaited the Mitchell family's response, her fiancé, Dylan Mitchell, unexpectedly appeared at the Anderson household. Seeing Isabella's swollen belly and her unattractive appearance, Dylan angrily declared that although he loathed Isabella, he wouldn't call off the engagement if the baby could be given away after birth. Isabella, moving from confusion to reluctant acceptance of reality, had already developed feelings for her child after feeling its heartbeat. She firmly refused to give up the baby or allow the engagement to be called off. At that moment, her baby decided to come early, and she went into labor amid the chaos. **Five Years Later** "Mommy, wake up, the plane is taxiing!" Isabella was awakened by her daughter Amelia's voice as they returned from abroad. Over the past five years, Isabella was no longer the overweight and unattractive girl she once was. She had become slim, exuding an exceptional charm, and now stood out as a stunning beauty. She informed Amelia that their return was primarily to handle the annulment of her engagement with the Mitchell family, but her most important mission was to find her other child, who had been taken away by force. Just after stepping off the plane, Isabella received a call informing her that Asher Perez, the head of the most powerful family, was gathering information about her worldwide. Isabella had a secret identity: she was the world's top surgeon, and Asher wanted to find her to cure his family member's illness. However, Isabella was not concerned about this; her priority was to find her son and avoid getting entangled in the affairs of powerful families. As she left the airport, Isabella unexpectedly ran into her former fiancé, Dylan. Dylan did not recognize the slimmed-down Isabella and flirtatiously approached her. Isabella gave him a cold glance and walked away with Amelia. Upon returning to her home country, Isabella checked into a luxurious hotel owned by the Perez Group. Unexpectedly, she encountered a little boy, Charles Perez, and mistook him for her daughter. It turned out that Charles was Asher Perez's son. Seeing their interaction, Asher mistakenly believed Isabella was trying to use Charles to get close to him. Their meeting was disastrous, and at this point, Asher had no idea that the beautiful woman was the top surgeon he had been desperately searching for.
Olivia's past life was a series of sacrifices for Aiden Brown, her chosen mate who loved Mia Taylor, his fated mate. Olivia sold her dowry to support Aiden, but he funneled their savings to Mia. When their son fell ill, Olivia pawned her jewelry to cover expenses, only to be scorned by Aiden. Determined, she reopened her pharmacy, gaining success and respect. Mia returned, marrying Alpha Committee Chairman and belittling Olivia. Aiden's infidelity and constant comparisons to Mia further crushed Olivia. When her son, loyal to Aiden, demanded she close the pharmacy, Olivia collapsed, heartbroken by the betrayal. After being reborn, Olivia returned to the fifth day of her marriage, determined to change her fate completely. Although she could not return to the time before her marriage, she was resolute in making Aiden pay for his actions. The path of rebirth was not smooth, but Olivia was determined not to repeat her mistakes. She returned to her family and re-established her own influence. In a twist of fate, Olivia was mistaken for a spy by the powerful Clark wolfpack's army and nearly lost her life. Using her medical skills, she cured the future Alpha of the Clark wolfpack, Alexander Clark's headache. Young, promising, and highly influential, Alexander Clark proposed that Olivia become his mistress. Reluctantly, Olivia had no choice. She could only navigate the whirlpool of power and intrigue to regain control of her own destiny.
"Tell me, why do you have to marry me?" "Because I love you, of course." Olive spoke sweet words, but there was not a trace of affection in her cold eyes. Vincent Stone, Alpha of the Stone Wolfpack, sneered. No one in this world dared to treat him, Vincent, as prey; what audacity. Little did Vincent expect that the day after Olive's proposal was rejected him, she watched as he walked past her with his future mate, without even glancing at him. Vincent was immediately irritated: Is this how much she loves me?! ****** “Is it worth it, Olive?” Sydney’s voice cracked with emotion, her heart aching for Olive. Of course, it was worth it, Olive thought. Since the moment her mother, Alana, was driven to suicide by Ivy and Finley, she no longer lived for herself. Besides, the marriage alliance between Stone Wolfpack and Davis Wolfpack was originally meant for her. She was merely reclaiming what was rightfully hers.
The South Continent elite circle knew that Ethan Myers, esteemed and unapproachable, had a chosen mate from North Continent whom he hadn't even met. Rumor had it that she was the Alpha of Myers Wolfpack, Ethan Myers' grandfather Brandon Myers' arranged chosen mate. North Continent and South Continent were worlds apart in development. Hence, the young elites lamented and the socialites were envious: Myers Wolfpack's Future Alpha was actually paired with a country bumpkin from North Continent? It was simply squandering a rare opportunity! Moreover, everyone knew Ethan Myers was ruthless and aloof, untouched by the allure of many beautiful female werewolves. How could he possibly accept an arranged marriage, especially with a country bumpkin chosen mate? So, everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of this North Continent chosen mate in South Continent, only to see her rejected by Ethan and sent back to North Continent in disgrace. **** No one knew that Ethan Myers, the usually aloof and pristine future Alpha of the Myers Wolfpack, had been experiencing intensely passionate dreams with a woman every night for the past year. The woman in his dreams was soft and delicate, with an indescribably pleasant fragrance. Whenever she was beneath him, she would look up at him with tearful, cat-like eyes, almost crying yet not quite, making him break his usual restraint again and again. Each night, the dream's setting and his identity would change. Sometimes he was a general, and she was his lady. Other times he was a powerful warlord, and she was his concubine. Upon waking, his inner wolf would insist that this woman was his fated mate, destined to be with him through countless lifetimes. Unfortunately, he could never clearly see her face in his dreams, only catching her surname—Miss Roberts. He swore to find the woman who disturbed his dreams, for if he didn't, both he and his wolf would go mad. However, before he could find her, a car accident left him blind and crippled, unable to shift into his wolf form, and stripped of his right to lead the wolfpack. **** Juliana Roberts had a secret. For the past year, she had been entangled with a man in her dreams every night. At first, she thought it was just a phase, something to do with her hormonal cycle, and that it would pass in a few days. But the dreams persisted, night after night, and always with the same man. Fortunately, the man was handsome, well-built, and matched her tastes perfectly in every way. Juliana didn’t mind; she even got used to it. After all, it was like having a boyfriend she could only meet in her dreams. Before Juliana' s grandfather died, he told her that she has a marriage agreement to the grandson of the Alpha of the Myers Wolfpack in South Continent. He urged her to flee to South Continent for protection; otherwise, her uncle and aunt would marry her off to a local tyrant in exchange for wealth and power. After a perilous journey, she arrived at the Myers Wolfpack, only to find that her fiancé was blind and disabled. Furthermore, he had lost his inheritance rights because he couldn't transform into his wolf. However, under her meticulous care, Ethan Myers' condition started to improve remarkably, leading them to suspect that they were not just chosen mates, but fated mates. Moreover, Ethan bore a striking resemblance to the man in her dreams, making their destined union even more enigmatic.
Jacob was notoriously reckless in the circle. Everyone thought he was in it for the physical, not the emotional. Until one day, a video surfaced. In the video, Jacob, like a devout believer, held a woman's slender wrist tightly, his eyes filled with fervor and tenderness. His voice was low and husky, "Quinn, please look at me..." **** As Quinn entered, Jacob emerged from the bathroom, a loosely tied towel around his waist. Water dripped from his hair, tracing down his collarbone before disappearing into the towel, exuding a natural, lazy sensuality. Seeing Quinn, Jacob's lips curved into a slight smile, showing no embarrassment from being caught in bed by his new wife. “Why is it you?” **** Patrick handed him a glass of red wine. "Since you’re married to Quinn now, you should take good care of her. She appears strong on the outside but is quite fragile inside." Jacob accepted the wine and raised an eyebrow. "You know exactly why I married her, don’t you?"
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!
Alcohol and heartbreak are definitely not a good combo.Too bad I learnt that a little too late. I’m Tessa Beckett and I painfully got dumped by my boyfriend of three years.That led me to getting drunk at a bar and having a one-night stand with a stranger.Before he would see me as a slut the next day,I paid him for the sex and deeply insulted his ability to please me. But this stranger turned out to be my new boss!
Vanessa was about to get engaged when she discovered that her groom-to-be was cheating on her with her own sister. Instead of creating a scene, she went to the club and hired the most desirable gigolo she found. After a wild night of passion, she gave him a generous check. "Thanks. I may require your services in the future." The gigolo was mad at her for being heartless, but Vanessa dismissed his words as an attempt to get her attention. It was only later, when she had to seek out the renowned Mr. Fuller to help with her business, that she realized the man she had slept with was no gigolo at all.
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ “I want to get a divorce, Mark,” I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time—even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.