Five years ago, a young man and a woman hugged each other tightly in a narrow car. Their bodies were bloody. The man clenched the woman's hand at this dangerous moment. "Even if I die now, I would find you in the next life. I won't forget you and leave you." This is Romain Stewart's promise, and Otylia Marguerite believed him for five years, even though she had never seen him again after she was taken away by the rescue team. Five years later, she finally saw the tall and familiar figure again. He turned out to be the president of the Stewart Ltd. He was the most prestigious figure in London, the ideal boyfriend of thousands of young girls in London. He passed by and give a glance at her. His eyes were strange and cool. Such a powerful, handsome, and intelligent man was even willing to give all, even his life, to a woman.
"You're fired," he states flatly.
"I beg your pardon?!" My voice rises in disbelief.
Several minutes earlier, I was looking out my car window, I savor the warm summer zephyr caressing my face. A rare purr from my wolf prompts a fleeting smile. These moments of contentment are seldom these days. My smile dissolves into the memory I've been desperately trying to evade - a memory that brings a twinge of pain every time it surfaces. Pushing it back, I park my car roadside and enter the local diner, quickly slipping into the role of a waitress. Then, my boss told me I was fired?
Hello???
"You heard me right," he retorts, his eyes turning steely.
"But why?" I query, still reeling.
"Your punctuality is poor, you're prone to accidents, and you're not fit for the job," he answers matter-of-factly.
"Not fit?! I just serve tables!" I protest.
"Watch your language!" he snaps back.
"Listen here, mister! I don't deserve this!" I retort.
"Irene," he sighs, adopting a softer tone.
"You need to leave," he adds, a note of regret in his voice.
'Something's off,' my wolf eyes him suspiciously.
"Alright!" I grumble, preparing to exit.
"Irene," he calls out as I head for the door.
I pivot, arching an eyebrow in question.
"An hour ago, someone called for you. You can call back if you want, they left this number," he slides a piece of paper toward me, then stands up and strides past me.
With a reluctant step, I approach the table and pick up the slip. Glancing at the number, a stab of heartache seizes me. I've committed this number to memory. It belongs to him...
I stifle a breath and dial the number, bracing myself for the voice on the other end.
"Hello?" The familiar voice echoes from the receiver.
"Hello," I manage to keep my voice steady despite the tremors within.
"Irene?!" His voice betrays surprise.
"What do you want?" I retort, my tone frosty.
"You can't speak to me like that! I'm your Alpha!" He snaps.
"Of course, Alpha. What do you want?" I grind out, barely keeping my temper in check.
"Whether you like it or not, you're still part of my pack and I won't let you leave," he says authoritatively.
"But you already have, haven't you?" I retort, my jaw clenched.
"Return tomorrow, Irene. That's an order," his Alpha command is resolute.
"No," I retort, unyielding.
"You will come back!" he roars.
My wolf instinctively wants to comply, but I wrestle with her control.
"Consider me a rogue. Oh, and I accept your rejection," I declare calmly before hanging up.
I walked out of the office, my apron left behind. Why would I linger when I had to escape before Jimmy, my ex-pack's Alpha, caught up with me?
My hatred for him was simple: he was my mate, he rejected me, yet he still clung to me. He declared I was unfit to be Luna, too weak for his strong pack. Well, he got himself a real witch for a mate, didn't he?
With a roll of my eyes, I entered my beat-up car and drove off. After five hours on the road, I pulled into a city and decided to stop at a diner for a meal.
As I entered the diner, the scent of other wolves hit me. I was on someone else's turf. I decided not to linger.
Before I could make my escape, a deep voice resonated from behind, "Mate."
I slowly pivoted to face the speaker – the most stunning man I'd ever seen. But it was impossible... He was an Alpha.
"Bring her to the mansion," he said impassively, casting me a look then walking out.
"Come on," someone grabbed me from the back and pulled me to a black car. He pushed me inside causing me to hit my head in the process. He smirked through the rearview mirror once he settled into the driver's seat.
"If you're thinking of jumping out of the window, you should know that I turned on child lock," He grinned tauntingly.
I grit my teeth together and look away.
"So, what's your name?" He asks.
I ignore him and continue to look out the window.
"The cold shoulder. I see, but it's not like it matters, you'll be dead in a few hours anyway," He stated dryly.
I gulped but made sure not to let the fear show on my face.
"I'm Kole, by the way," He said after a few minutes of silence.
I just ignored him and fiddled with my hands.
When the most mysterious Mrs. Austin showed up in New York again, it became a trending topic on social media. Mrs. Austin was charged with attempted murder by driving the car that hit her husband's lover, and she was sent to prison. Alberto Austin stood outside the prison for days, but he only got the bodies of Mrs. Austin and a baby boy. Six years later... Martha Doyle came back, but she was no longer Mrs. Austin. And she was holding a beautiful little girl's hand. When Martha met Alberto again, she was smiling. "Mr. Austin, I am married. Please behave yourself." Alberto replied, "Yes, you are married, but I'm single. So it doesn't stop me from pursuing you." Martha was speechless.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
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."
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
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.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!