One fateful night, she fled abroad as soon as she realized she was pregnant with his child. Eight years later, she returns to the country, bringing with her a super smart and adorable little boy, but he now has a fiancée. He said, "Give me the child, or the consequences will be more than you can handle!" She replied, "I've always had a varied appetite, but I never swallow my pride. If you want the child, you'd better find someone else to give birth to one for you!" The little boy smiled cheekily and said, "If you want to be my dad, you'd better prove you've got what it takes... otherwise, be prepared to pay the price!"
**White Fur Pack**
The sky was clear with warm sunlight, the deep blue sky devoid of clouds, as the wedding of Louis William, known as the golden bachelor, and the internationally renowned actress Wendy was taking place at White Fur Pack.
The red carpet, fresh flowers, and the lavishly decorated altar all contributed to the dream wedding that many could only hope to attend.
With the presence of famous personalities and the most prominent stars of the time, everyone was showing off their status.
The bride wore a white saree wedding gown designed by Milan, the world's most famous designer, enhancing her beauty, making her look like a goddess. At this moment, she could only be described with four words: 'nation-toppling beauty.'
The groom exuded a lazy yet commanding aura, with an arresting appearance that was both luxurious and enchanting. His forehead bore a hint of allure that was impossible to ignore. Every gesture, every move, radiated a noble and elegant demeanor, but these movements only made it harder for the spectators to look away.
The elder asked, "Groom Louis, do you take Miss Wendy to be your wife, to become your Luna, and vow to stay by her side in both wealth and hardship, never to part?"
Louis's thin lips curled up into a smirk, a smile that was both affectionate yet tinged with a hint of indifference.
There was no answer for a long time.
The elder was surprised and asked once more. Wendy looked at Louis in astonishment. She didn't understand; this was the Louis who had always adored her, so why was he hesitating?
Just when everyone was shocked and bewildered, Louis spoke, "I do!"
Wendy let out a slight sigh of relief, and everyone else also breathed a collective sigh.
The elder then asked, "Miss Wendy, do you take Louis to be your husband, and vow to stay by his side in both wealth and hardship, never to part?"
With a loud bang, the grand doors of the chapel were kicked open.
The light from outside shone in, making the scene even more surreal.
A petite figure appeared at the chapel's entrance, with long hair tied up in a high ponytail, her face concealed beneath a golden mask.
Dressed in a tight-fitting outfit, she looked rebellious yet fragile.
She appeared as if she had just stepped off a fierce battlefield.
The scene descended into chaos, with everyone clustering together, whispering.
"Who is that?"
A cold smile played on her lips. Suddenly, with a flick of her wrist, a handgun appeared in her hand, aiming directly at the bride, Wendy.
She took aim and pulled the trigger.
The bullet flew like an arrow released from a bow, piercing straight into the bride's heart.
Her actions were swift, clean, and fluid.
Blood gushed from Wendy's chest, looking as beautiful as Mandala flowers, the flower of death.
The scene turned into an uproar, with people screaming in terror.
The woman placed her right hand on her lips, suddenly smiled, and blew a kiss to Louis, before turning and leaving smoothly, without leaving a trace.
Louis faintly smiled, a smile that grew even stranger, but his eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth.
Louis leisurely walked out of the chapel.
His white suit stained with blood resembled a white grave adorned with striking red flowers.
He was the darling of the heavens, with a face of unparalleled beauty, as if he were a painting created by a master artist, truly mesmerizing.
No one outside was unfamiliar with Alpha Louis's reputation.
He was known for his strong, decisive, and beautiful ways.
He was a man who could sip red wine slowly while ruthlessly hunting down his enemies without mercy.
Cold, bloodthirsty, beautiful, and alluring, all combined into one.
Today was supposed to be his wedding, but in the blink of an eye, it had turned into a funeral.
The media thronged around him, trying to get an interview.
"Alpha Louis, was your future Luna really shot dead?"
"Alpha Louis, can you tell us who killed your future Luna?"
"Is someone trying to get revenge on you, Alpha Louis? Do you know who is behind this?"
...
The security team escorted him, blocking the fierce onslaught of the media.
Suddenly, Louis stopped walking, and all the cameras and microphones focused on him, waiting for his answer. Under the sunlight, Louis looked as if he were a beautiful, luxurious sculpture, so splendid that it made people feel inferior to look directly at him.
"Get lost!" Louis spat out a single word.
Just one word, not loud, not angry, yet it felt like a cold wind swept through, the temperature around them suddenly dropping. Everyone felt a wave of chills, as if an invisible hand was tightening around their throats, making it hard to breathe.
The bodyguards quickly drove the reporters away, shielding Alpha Louis as he got into a luxurious, bulletproof Lincoln, leaving with arrogance.
"Young Master, the old master has called, he wants you to return to the old house immediately, he is very angry," the assistant beside Louis reminded him.
Louis sneered, "The old man must be puzzled because the one who got shot wasn't me."
The atmosphere grew icy.
The assistant dared not say more.
"Young Master, this matter is extremely suspicious, I will certainly investigate thoroughly."
In the car, Louis looked back at the chapel, his hand clenched so tightly it seemed like he wanted to crush his bones.
Louis said, "Find out for me, who did this."
Daring to provoke him on such an important day, giving him such a big surprise, he wanted that person dead without a place to be buried.
No matter who it was.
He would make sure she understood the consequences of messing with Louis-how tragic it would be.
...
The Mint Bar was the most luxurious bar in White Fur Pack.
The music was deafening, and the atmosphere was decadent.
On the dance floor, the dancers performed hot, extremely provocative moves.
Cersei Martell sat at the bar, drinking, one glass after another. Irene Watts sat beside her, constantly advising, "Cersei, stop drinking."
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Cersei waved her hand, signaling Irene to be quiet.
Irene said mysteriously, "We came here to watch a show, if you get drunk, how can you watch?"
The so-called show was watching men perform stripteases, a show that took place here at midnight.
Cersei smiled brightly, her eyes pure, her pupils covered with a layer of mist, "You want to watch, after all, I'm not that interested."
Irene noticed she was slightly tipsy, couldn't help but laugh and ask, "You're really not interested?"
"That's right! Not even a little bit."
"Forget it, I won't talk to you anymore, I'm going to the restroom, you wait here, don't wander off."
"Got it."
Irene went to the restroom, and Cersei drank another glass, her bright eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a hint of laziness, yet very seductive.
A flash of light appeared in her eyes, and she smiled as brightly as a flower.
The bar was indeed very lively.
It was a good place to indulge.
She grabbed a glass of wine and staggered toward a quiet corner.
Suddenly, she heard strange noises, someone calling for help. Cersei, holding her glass, stealthily moved toward the sound.
It was a private booth.
Cersei was shocked to see a man and woman in a very intimate position, the woman's clothes disheveled, the man's clothes still intact.
The two were oblivious to their surroundings, the woman's face flushed, her eyes clouded with desire.
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."
Renea was trying the wedding dress, when suddenly the man rushed in the dressing room and held her neck tightly... “Bitch! Are you still trying to pretend innocent!” Jasper said as he tightened his grip on her neck and choked her harder. Then he used his other hand and took out the phone from his suit pocket and played the video of two people having sex in front of Renea… However, what was even more shocking, was that the woman in the video was, Renea Morris, however, the man in the video was not Jasper. Renea struggled to take a phone away from Jasper’s hand and tried to explain, “Jasper, it was not what you think… I… I can…” Jasper looked at Renea with his eyes full of disgust, as he said, “Let’s call of the wedding. I can’t marry a woman like you.” After saying that Jasper walked out of the shop Renea chase after Jasper... But then she sees Jasper passionately kissing her sister Kailey. And she hears everything, that her sleeping with strange men was all a plan of the vipers of the last two days, and that their goal was to get out of this stupid marriage. Even her adopted parents were also involved in this matter... They all do this with her because of the inheritance left by her grandfather... Renea heart was filled with anger and she wanted to expose their true colors to the public... However before she could do anything, Kailey had pushed her in front of the car and she got killed... However, when Renea open her eyes, she found herself sitting in the car with Kailey... She realized that she was reborn and went at the time when everything started... Renea looked at the people who had hurt her in her previous life and her lips curled up in a cold smile... She was back... However, this time... she was back for revenge...
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.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
It was a big day for Camilla. She looked forward to marrying her handsome groom. Unfortunately, he abandoned her at the altar. He never showed up throughout the wedding. She was made a laughingstock in front of all the guests. In a fit of rage, she went and slept with a strange man on her wedding night. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. To her dismay, the man refused to let her be. He pestered her like she had stolen his heart on that night. Camilla didn't know what to do. Should she give him a chance? Or just stay away from men?
Sophia Drake braced herself for the worst when she was forced to move across the country in the middle of her junior year. Desperate to escape her shattered home as soon as she turns eighteen, her plans are disrupted by the enigmatic and captivating Ashford twins. Sophia can't fathom the intense attraction she feels for the twins and tries to avoid them at every turn. As she's thrust into an unfamiliar world, her past demons resurface, making her question her true identity. Will Sophia flee from her past's secrets, or will she embrace her destiny and take control of her future?