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Sharon was a common college student who dreamed of being a journalist. Two years ago, her father had a car accident, and the expensive medical expenses almost drove her insane. Stanley, an overbearing president, helped her get rid of the predicament. After that, she married him, and he was in charge of all her father's medical expenses. Every night, he often got drunk and called another woman's name when he was making out with his wife. Who was this woman? And why did he marry her? It seemed she didn't have the right to ask these questions even though she was his wife. She didn't know these answers until the woman her husband called every night showed in front of her...
On a rainy night.
It was raining cats and dogs outside the window. The raindrops landed on the window, producing crisp and loud noise.
The TV in the living room was on, broadcasting the entertainment news.
The beautiful TV host with a sweet voice was reporting yesterday's news, "Stanley Jones, the son of a rich and powerful family, was spotted frequently checking in a five-star hotel with Jewel Russell, the popular actress recently. It seems that we will be expecting good news from the couple soon, and their wedding will be around the corner..."
Meanwhile, two bodies were cuddling each other on the big soft bed in the bedroom.
The man's muscles were sturdy and strong, and his tanned skin hinted at strength as he moved.
Sharon Cruz opened her eyes and quietly looked at Stanley who was on top of her. The man in the midst of lust had attractive facial features and a sexy jawline. There was a thin layer of sweat on his body because of the lovemaking, making him look more manly.
Their expressions were completely different.
The man's expression was that of enjoyment, while Sharon was in pain.
"Why does he always take so long? I don't want to do it anymore..."
She secretly lamented in her heart, but she dared not say it out loud.
Resigned, she closed her eyes again and silently endured his thrusting actions.
Half an hour later, the man stopped and Sharon breathed a sigh of relief. "It's finally over..."
Stanley got up and went to the bathroom. After a while, there was a sound of water coming from the bathroom.
Sharon sat up from the bed. During the final thrust, the man released his strength in a burst of energy. It was so hard that her chest ached.
She was thirsty, so she picked up the mug.
"There's no water."
Licking the corners of her mouth, she got out of bed, but as soon as she took a step, her feet went jelly followed by a blush on her face.
Uh, she seemed to have lost all her strength after being pounded by him for two hours...
Taking a deep breath, she insisted on going to the living room and pouring herself a glass of water. Reluctant to return to the bedroom, she simply sat on the sofa and took a small sip of water.
Her drinking movements slowed down gradually as she watched the broadcast on the TV.
Her beautiful almond eyes darted as a trace of surprise flashed across them. "Stanley and Jewel?"
"They're together?"
The photo seemed to be taken from a dark place as it appeared to be blurry. Jewel was hugging Stanley's waist and her face was buried in his chest. They seemed to be hugging each other...
Sharon looked toward the bathroom where the male lead of the news was taking a shower now. He probably didn't know that he was on TV.
She had seen Jewel in several popular dramas. She was beautiful and had a great body.
After drinking the last mouthful of water, Sharon came to the conclusion that the handsome man and the gorgeous woman on TV were a perfect match made in heaven.
"What programme are you watching?"
Suddenly, a deep male voice came from behind her. Sharon immediately came to her senses, reflexively grabbed the remote control, and turned off the TV. Then, she shook her head and said, "Nothing."
Stanley came over and glanced at her with sharp gazes.
He had very thin lips. Sharon had heard from someone that a man with thin lips was ruthless by nature...
The man didn't say anything to her. He picked up the remote control directly and turned on the TV.
When the TV was turned on, it was still the beautiful host with a sweet voice who was excitedly gossiping about Stanley and Jewel. "It has been rumored that Stanley Jones is married some time ago, but now he is romantically involved with the superstar Jewel. It seems that the rumor has been put to rest. Young Master Jones is not married, nor is he secretly married!"
With a click, Stanley turned off the TV and threw the remote control aside.
Sharon stealthily lifted her gaze and sized him up. He was very calm and she did not see anything unusual in him.
It seemed that the news was true.
If it was fake, he would definitely be angry.
Silence ensued in the room.
Sharon couldn't stand the awkward silence when she was with this man, so she tried hard to think of something to say but to no avail. Eventually, a thought crossed her mind and she suddenly blurted, "Well, why don't we... get a divorce..."
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
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.