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As the months passed, Elena worked tirelessly to regain Smith's love and affection. She showered him with attention, and she began to win him back. Emma, on the other hand, grew increasingly desperate, knowing that she was losing the man she had manipulated and controlled. And so, the battle for Smith's heart continued, with Elena and Emma each determined to win him over. The outcome was far from certain, as the two women fought for the love of the man they both adored. But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, it became clear that only one woman could truly win Smith's heart. The question was, who would it be? Elena, the loyal and loving wife, or Emma, the manipulative and controlling seductress? The fate of their love story hung in the balance, as the two women engaged in a fierce and passionate battle for the heart of the man they both loved. Only time would tell who would emerge victorious, and who would be left to pick up the pieces of a shattered heart.
The hall was filled with many dignitaries as the heir to the Brandson industries is said to be getting married to a country girl. The atmosphere was filled with happiness and the music was played in the background. A man was seen to be on the stage, clapping his hands to call the attention of the people while he was holding the microphone.
"We are all here to celebrate with the family of Smith Brandson and Elena Helen as today is a day of joy as the knot will be tied between the two families. And as we can see, the couple looks beautiful, doesn't it?" The man in the suit said with a smile on his face. People were seen laughing and clapping for the couple coming to the main stage.
Smith was smiling at his beautiful wife as he couldn't get enough of how beautiful she was. The couple held their hands together as the knot was about to be tied but this was caught short as her chief bridesmaid came up in the same wedding dress as Elena presenting a drive to the Master of Ceremony and a shocking video was seen by all.
The audience was shocked at the sight of the absence video, they began to murmur among one another while the bride tried to defend herself.
"Elena, there is nothing that you can say that will make you innocent, this is you with Smith's uncle right before your wedding. You are a thief, you are not worthy of Smith. It's okay, despicable things are hereditary which is why you did this shameful act just like your father." Emma said as she approached the main stage.
"Smith, look, it's not what you think. I can explain, please listen... Elena tried to explain but was cut short with a slap by her Smith.
"Who is there? Take this bitch outside." Smith ordered and watched two hefty men carry Elena outside.
"I can't believe she did this," Smith screamed.
"Smith, I have known Elena for a long time. She has always been a bitch, taking what does not belong to her. I guess old habits die hard." Emma said as she rubbed Smith's back as a way of consoling him.
"No, No, No...I didn't do it...." Elena cried out from her sleep, hearing the voice of his fiance, Smith ran towards her bed in fear.
"What's wrong? Drink this water." He passed her a glass of water to drink.
"I had the weirdest of dreams."
"Weird? What could it be?" Smith asked as he rubbed her back gently and smoothly.
"You called off the wedding ceremony due to a paparazzi that broke out," Elena said with her hands trembling as she remembered the events that played out vividly.
Holding her hands to calm her down, her fiancee Smith said "Don't worry. Nothing like that will happen. You are my love and I will spend the rest of my life with you" kissing her on her soft and tender lips.
"I trust you," Elena said but Smith was interrupted with a call and quickly excused himself.
"Don't forget, tomorrow is our wedding and you have to look perfect for the day. See you at 5. Dinner time." Smith said as he dashed out of the house.
Trying to figure out what the dream was all about, she remembered his words and then muttered "It's just a dream. Stupid dream." Waving the dream aside, she got down from the bed, took her shower, and prepared herself as she had a meeting with a client even though Smith did not want her to work, she felt she had to support him with all she had. After staring at the huge mirror before her to see which dress was perfect, she headed outside, driving the red SUV given to her by Smith on her 24th birthday anniversary. A smile beamed on her face as she could recall those sweet moments. She rode to the restaurant to meet with her client.
"Mr. Albert, I am so sorry I am late," She said as she extended her hands towards the middle-aged white man in a suit sitting opposite her direction having a cappuccino.
"Miss Helen?" He said looking confused as he stretched out his hands to receive the handshake.
Elena smiled and corrected the confused man standing before her.
"It's Elena. My mum is Helen and I know I look so much like her." She said as she rolled her eyes.
"Yes, you look a lot like her. Your mum and I were best friends in school and I will be happy to help you with whatever you need." He said holding her hands and patting her gently.
"I need.............."
"Honey, I am home. And guess what, I got you something." Smith said as he removed his coat and gently laid it on the white sofa chair in the sitting room he headed towards the kitchen as he could hear the sounds coming from that area as well as the aroma.
"I am ...coming, my love. I am almost done in the kitchen." She said as she was engulfed in the smoke from a burnt chicken fry, coughing from the aftermath of the burnt meal.
"What do you know how to do? My beloved wife." He said as he gently removed the burnt fry from the fire and helped her out of the kitchen but could not help but laugh at her appearance.
"What? Why are you laughing?" She asked, feeling ashamed.
"You look beautiful no matter what." He said gently holding her arms and locking eyes with her.
"Smith, tomorrow is our wedding and we are going to spend the rest of our lives together," Elena said, holding his hands.
"Me, too"
THE WEDDING DAY.
The scenery was beautiful, filled with cauliflower, as colorful as dignitaries from different facets of industries were present awaiting the arrival of the bride and the groom. A soft background music was played as the guests enjoyed the moment.
The door opened.
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
"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?"
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.