Kayley returned to Brayden's side for the sake of her dancing career. By day, they were step-siblings. By night, they were lovers. As her feelings deepened, she came to realize that she was a mere substitute for his lost love. They broke up. Kayley reinvented herself and became a beloved star. Seeing her perform in front of so many adoring eyes, Brayden panicked. "Please come back to me!" "You're the one who broke things off." "And I deeply regret it!"
A bolt of lightning slashed through the rainy night, illuminating a woman huddled against a stone pillar in the courtyard.
Brayden Davis paused briefly, his gaze indifferent as he stepped over her.
"Brayden, please, you're my brother," a soft familiar voice pleaded, the woman's fingers tugging at his pant leg.
He glanced down at her, his expression cold. "Kayley, I've told you, Roselyn is my only sister. You don't belong here."
Kayley Spencer's heart sank, but she couldn't refute his words.
She was a burden, an unwanted stepsister. She'd lost her place within the Davis family when her mother died.
Besides, Brayden had never acknowledged their familial bond.
"I'm so sorry. I just... I need help," she stammered, her voice trembling.
Brayden didn't respond. Through a flash of lightning, he saw her pale, fragile face clearly. Despite her pitiful appearance, she still looked undeniably beautiful... just as he remembered.
As he silently gazed down at her, Kayley tentatively withdrew her hand. "I..."
He had made his stance clear. She would have to pick up what remained of her dignity and face this alone.
With a forced smile, she pushed herself up, ignoring the pain in her ankle. "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Davis. I'll leave now..."
Before she could finish, he scooped her up and carried her into the villa.
He pushed his bedroom door open and tossed her onto the bed, his hands accidentally brushing against her injured ankle.
Kayley winced, instinctively grabbing his suit, but stifled a cry.
Brayden's eyes flashed. He cruelly squeezed her ankle.
She yelped. Tears streamed down her face as she begged, "Please stop, it hurts!"
Brayden withdrew his hand and stood up, looking down at her.
Kayley had thought her pitiful state might evoke his sympathy, but all she got was a mocking laugh. "How pathetic. After leaving the Davis family, you actually ended up like this."
Kayley clearly heard the taunts in his words but chose to ignore them. She braced herself and asked for his help, choking. "I can't dance anymore. My leg was broken. The injury healed but the nerves are still damaged. The doctor said it can't fully heal."
Tears flowed freely as she vented her shattered dreams. "Dancing is all I have left. It's the only way I can relive memories with my mother. Please, you're the best surgeon in the country. I believe you can cure me. Please..."
Brayden remained expressionless after hearing her pleas. He then sneered and asked, "What's that got to do with me? Go to Aaron Harding."
Kayley's eyes widened. How could Brayden possibly know about Aaron?
Had he been keeping an eye on her even after she left the Davis family?
Confusion filled her as she glanced at Brayden. When he offered no explanation, she awkwardly admitted, "We broke up. Aaron cheated on me with some rich woman."
He was behind her injury too, but revealing that would only invite more ridicule.
"Oh." Brayden's enigmatic smile held no clues. "I stopped doing surgeries three years ago to focus on the family business," he stated. "You should find someone else."
Feeling flustered, Kayley lunged forward, grasping his arm, pleading, "Brayden, please! You're the only one who can help me. I'll do anything."
His gaze swept over her hand on his arm, a sneer twisting his lips. "Trying to seduce me again, like three years ago, huh?"
His words were a dagger to her heart. She quickly pulled back, stammering an explanation. "No, I'm just..."
"Kayley, is that all you can do?" he interrupted, his eyes locking onto hers. A possessive intensity flared in his gaze, as if he wanted to consume her whole.
Shock washed over Kayley. Did he want her to continue?
But... she thought he despised her.
She had a lot of questions but no answers. There was only one way forward if she wanted to heal her leg. She stood on her tiptoes, her lips brushing his.
Brayden neither welcomed nor rejected her kiss. His Adam's apple bobbed as her moist lips awkwardly fumbled around his.
Seconds ticked by, and Kayley faltered, unsure of the next move. She pulled away, her voice tinged with despair as she asked, "Is this okay?"
"What do you think?" His tone was cold, mocking. "Your kissing hasn't improved one bit. No wonder Aaron left you."
Pain shot through Kayley. She bit her lip, determination hardening her resolve as her hand moved to his chest.
"Brayden, are you home?" a voice called from outside. It was Roselyn Davis, his sister.
Panic surged through Kayley as she tried to escape, but Brayden's grip held her fast, pinning her to the bed.
His hand cupped her chin as his lips descended forcefully, invading her mouth.
A hand slipped beneath her clothes, touching her with a possessive fury.
Kayley's entire body trembled as she struggled against his overpowering strength.
"Brayden, you're back, aren't you? I saw your car. Why didn't you even close the door?" Roselyn called again, her voice getting closer.
There was a brief knock on the door.
Terror seized Kayley's heart. She couldn't be seen by Roselyn - not like this.
Kayley grew increasingly terrified and struggled desperately, but the difference in strength was too great. She couldn't break free from under Brayden, only watching helplessly as the door handle turned.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
The night before her engagement, Valerie was tricked by her boyfriend and stepsister into spending the night with a stranger. After the night together, the man vanished. Later, her boyfriend accused her of cheating, revealing his affair with her stepsister. Pressured by her father, Valerie married an unconscious man in place of her stepsister. Valerie exposed the scheme, sabotaged her father’s ambitions, and transformed herself. When her husband woke and chased her to the airport, she calmly refused him, saying, "It's over between us." He held her firmly. "You married me, so you must commit."
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.
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!"
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
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.