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They were heartbroken, they were drunk, and they spent the night together. And something out of control happens. *** But the young billionaire wasn't a bastard who shirked responsibility for the baby she was carrying. "I will marry you, and fulfill all my duties as this baby's biological father." "But, don't ever force me or expect more....because I can never love you."
"I'm Dante, who booked the president's suite earlier."
"Here's the key, sir. Our concierge will take you to your room."
"Thank you," Dante panted from the exhaustion of carrying the girl lying limp on his chest.
"This girl is so heavy, like a hippo," Dante complained.
"Do you need any help, sir?" the concierge volunteered.
"No, thank you," Dante said hoarsely as his throat felt like it was on fire from too much liquor.
A few seconds later, the elevator stopped at the top floor of the five-star hotel building.
"Please," the concierge said and helped Dante open the door to his room.
"Do you need any other assistance?"
"I don't think so, thank you," Dante, with difficulty, closed the door to the president's room. With unsteady, staggering steps, he went to the bedroom, laying her down on the soft, white-sheeted bed.
"What a hassle!" Dante complained again as he was about to leave after successfully landing that girl's body on the bed smoothly.
However, suddenly, she pulled him.
"Jerry, don't go!" Dante turned his head.
Jerry??? Who is Jerry??
"I'm not Jerry!" Dante retorted and tried to break her tight grip on his arm.
"Jerry, don't leave me!" that girl pleaded like crazy to Dante, who also felt a heavy dizziness in his head.
"I-" she stood up and got off the bed, but one hand held Dante's arm tightly.
"I'll give my body to you, Jerry, just like you asked," she said as she pressed against Dante's.
With both hands grasping her shoulders tightly, he pushed her away.
"You've gone crazy, Miss. Let go of me; I need to check on someone," he began.
"Please don't do anything rash or... or..." he struggled to remember.
"Or I-"
But that girl landed a kiss on Dante's lips without permission, without Dante being able to avoid it. When she pulled back a minute later, her eyes seemed to glow even more brightly, and her skin also looked slightly paler.
"Kiss me..." she pleaded.
"Please let go of me, Miss," Dante whispered shakily. The light within her eyes intensified until it looked like she was burning alive.
"Please fuck me, Jerry," she pleaded.
"You can fuck me as long as you did not marry that whore! Don't leave me, Jerry!"
"I am not Jerry!" Dante said sternly.
"I love you so much, Jerry!"
She screamed as if in rage, and Dante could feel the deep disappointment when he heard the wounded cry that escaped her lips.
"I'm not Jerry, and I'm not going to fuck you..."
"Do you hear me?!" Dante screamed.
"You have to do it now, Jerry; I'm leaving this to you," she slipped off her blouse and pulled Dante gently into her arms.
He fell onto the bed, lay down, and she began kissing him feverishly. She wrapped her arms around him tightly. The kisses got so hot that Dante could hardly breathe.
Dante, who is also very drunk, finds it hard to contain the adrenaline and the desire that wells up inside him to do what he shouldn't be doing.
He welcomes her and responds like a man aroused by her kisses and moans.
He starts to kiss that girl wildly while she bites his bottom lip roughly. She is intoxicated. Dante's breathing becomes heavier.
Suddenly, she breaks the kiss, and she smiles evilly as she looks down at Dante.
"We're not done yet, are we, Jerry~" she purred softly and ran her hand through his hair.
She kissed him again. This time, Dante didn't pull himself out of it as if a magnetic force compelled him to return to her sweet mouth. She tasted like strawberry ice cream mixed with alcohol.
He couldn't believe how intoxicating it was, as if someone had injected opium into his bloodstream. It was all-consuming and addicting.
***
The sun shone through the slits in the open curtains. Dante, with a heavy head, a queasy stomach, and an exhausted body, tried to open his eyes. His vision was blurred. He couldn't see clearly.
"Was it a dream? No, it had happened!" He remembered her.
He remembered the feeling of passion, of complete satisfaction.
He recalled that girl's warm body lying under him, how good everything smelled... And then... Oh yes, he recalled.
The girl had given herself to him willingly.
"B-but where is the girl now? Did she disappear?"
"What if...?"
He sat up in bed, groggily rubbing his eyes. Looking around the room, it was empty. It was morning already. Dante exited the bed and walked slowly to the bathroom to check if she was there, but no one was there.
He returned to the room and accidentally looked at the white sheets covering the hotel bed. There were visible bloodstains on them, contrasting with the color of the sheets.
"Blood?"
"What?"
"Is she still a virgin?"
"Oh God, what have I done?!"
At that moment, at that very second, Dante conceded that he was now in big trouble.
"Oh, shit!" he yelled, frustrated.
"You have to marry me-" "I don't want to!" "Hey, hey, hey, Miss Anya Smith, this is not an offer but an order!" "I don't care, you can order your other maid to be your wife!" "I don't want another maid. I just want you!" *** Anya Smith finds herself in a dire situation when she loses her job and she has no choice but to move in with her alcoholic father. Until her father used her to pay all his debts. He sold her to the brothel, but a mysterious guy saved her, it turns out that he is the future heir of DX. Corporation, Xavier Dimitry. To repay all his kindness, he forces Anya into a contract marriage to secure his position as the main heir to the family fortune. However, fate seems to be playing tricks on her as Xavier, slowly falls in love with her. Xavier becomes possessive, especially after learning of that Anya fell in love with his older brother, Noah Dmitry. Will Anya be able to be with Noah? Or will she fall in love with Xavier, the man she hates with all her heart?
"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?"
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
When they were kids, Derek saved Norah's life. Years later, after Derek ended up in a vegetative state from a car crash, Norah married him without a second thought and even used her medical knowledge to heal him. For two years, Norah was devoted, seeking his affection and looking to settle her life-saving debt. But when Derek's first love returned, Norah, faced with divorce, didn't hesitate to sign. Despite being labeled as forsaken, few knew of her true talents. She was a race car driver, a famed designer, a genius hacker, and a renowned doctor. Regretting his decision, Derek begged for her forgiveness. Just then, a charming CEO intervened, embracing Norah and declaring, "Back off! She's my wife!" Taken aback, Norah blurted out, "What did you say?"
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. 【Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.】