Clara is not really excited about her new life when her mom marries a rich widower who is a well-known billionaire in the United States. There is nothing exciting in her life except when the stepbrother she thought was cruel suddenly turns out to be so attractive and desirable. The initial hatred slowly turns into fondness, but Clara doesn't want to hurt her mother. She doesn't want to make her mother's marriage fail, but her desire for Geralt Fox, her stepbrother is so passionate that she can't get rid of it.
A girl came out carrying some items that were unloaded from the truck.
"Mom, where should I put this box?" The girl asked in a loud voice.
"Just put it down!" A mature woman answered. She was about forty years old. Her face was gaunt, and her smile was very soothing.
Clara, the girl's name. She was only eighteen years old. Her mother, Matty Grunts, had just married Martin Fox, a wealthy widower in the United States.
"Are you tired, dear?" Matty asked. She smiled at her daughter.
"It's fine," Clara replied.
For Clara, her mother's happiness was everything. Before her marriage to Martin Fox, Clara and her mother were in dire financial straits. Matty was a cake maker, but since Clara's father, John Salvatore, was sick with cancer, Matty was forced to quit her job to take care of her husband. Sadly, John passed away two years ago, and that left Clara's family in a terrible state.
Fortunately, Matty met Martin Fox, a successful businessman in the United States. His company is engaged in building architecture. Martin fell in love with Matty, and they married after a year of dating.
"Hi, Dear." Martin, Clara's new stepfather, came out of the house. He smiled at Clara. Clara walked up to him and shook Martin's hand.
"Hi," Clara greeted. She looked awkward. She knew about Matty and Martin's relationship for the past year. But it was still embarrassing to think of Martin as her father.
"I've prepared a room for you upstairs. You and Geralt will have rooms next to each other," Martin said.
"Geralt?" Clara muttered. "Is he staying with us?" Clara didn't know about this.
Geralt Fox was Martin Fox's only son. He was twenty years old. Clara had only met him once. And even then, they didn't talk to each other.
"Yep. I hope you'll get along with Geralt," Martin said. "He's a bit quiet, but he's a good boy. You'll be studying at the same university."
Martin smiled kindly at Clara. Yep, Martin was very nice indeed. He was the savior of Clara's family. He was also very attentive to Clara.
"I've prepared a nice room for you. You like pink, don't you?" Martin looked very excited.
Clara smiled and nodded. "Thank you."
"No need to say thank you. You are now my daughter. You are my responsibility. Don't feel shy."
"Thank you so much, Sir. You don't have to go overboard like this. You've always helped me and my mother." Clara felt reluctant. She didn't want to be seen as taking advantage of Martin's wealth.
"Hey, Baby. Don't talk like that." Martin put his arm around Clara. He seemed very fond of Clara even though she was not his biological daughter. "I love you like my own child. I won't differentiate between you and Geralt. After all, I've wanted to have a daughter for so long. You are a gift in my life, Clara.
Clara smiled. Martin was being friendly to her again.
"Okay, we're not relaxing!" Matty was annoyed that no one was helping her move the goods. There were still some items that needed to be removed from the truck.
"I have to help Mom before she goes mad at me," Clara said.
"Okay. I'll help you." Martin replied.
"Sure."
Clara and Martin quickly approached the truck. They had to move their belongings before nightfall.
The new house Martin bought was located in New England. Martin deliberately moved to an area with many forests to be calmer in building a new family.
"I am sorry," Martin said to Clara as he took things from the truck.
Clara shrugged her shoulders. She didn't understand why Martin had to apologize.
"Why?"
"You should move from New York to New England. You're not used to a place with too many trees like this," Martin said.
"No, no, no. This is amazing." Clara didn't mind at all. Although she did miss her friends in New York.
Clara picked up a box and brought it inside.
"You can go to your room after this. I'll finish it." Martin looked very enthusiastic. He wanted Clara to see the room prepared for her right away.
Clara shook her head with a smile. She didn't want to sit around while her parents were busy. Tai seemed to think Martin could handle it.
"Mom, can I go to my room?" Clara asked.
Matty was busy cleaning up. She didn't pay much attention to her daughter. After putting down the box, Clara went to the second floor. She wanted to see what kind of room Martin had prepared for her.
When Clara opened her eyes, she saw a room full of pink. Wall paint, bed sheets, dolls. Even the study table was pink. Clara looked at her for a moment. She didn't look happy, but she didn't protest at all.
Clara went into the room. The room was big enough for her to use alone.
"Amazing," Clara muttered.
Clara sits on the bed. She felt very awkward in this room. Clara took out the locket on her necklace. She opened the locket and saw a picture of a blond man.
"Dad, I am happy now," Clara said.
Clara laid down on her back. She looked around the room and couldn't believe she had such a nice room.
Moments later, there was the roar of a car entering the house. Clara immediately got up and looked around to see who was coming.
"Geralt?" she murmured.
A man got out of the BMW. The man looked very cool. His body was tall, and his face was handsome. His skin was pure white. His nose is very sharp. His appearance is very charming. Typical of a rich man, and he was so hot. Clara instantly felt inferior.
Clara looked through the window. Martin and Matty called Geralt's arrival. Geralt looks up and accidentally sees Clara.
Matty turned his head. She immediately waved her hand. It was a code for Clara to meet her stepbrother.
Clara sighed. She tried to catch her breath. It felt awkward when she had to get acquainted with a handsome man who had to be her brother.
Clara immediately went down to meet Geralt. She tried to smile when she passed him.
"Hi, Geralt. We met at the wedding," Clara said.
Geralt looked at Clara intently. He did not smile at all. Instead, he glanced at Clara slightly sarcastically.
"I know," Geralt replied.
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.
Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
" Don't say anymore word than you already have, don't..." I stuck a finger out at him, sauntering away on my heels when a hand wrapped itself around my arm. Breathlessly he whispered, "You know that I do love you and...fine, what exactly was I supposed to do?" "Protect me and stand up for me. That is what you do for someone who you claim you love!" ************ Out to spite her ex-boyfriend after he had broken up with her on her birthday, Daphne slept with a stranger who turned out to be his uncle while trying to rebuff his words that she was unwanted by others. Was she ready for the wild chase that followed when he found out years later that she had been pregnant with his heirs and that she had been hiding the truth all this while? Faced with the ruthless CEO, known as the beast, who wasn't ready to back down, Daphne does everything possible to make sure her kids wouldn't be taken from her, but what happens when love gets in the mix of it all? Would she be able to conquer these weird feelings and give in her all amidst her scars? And with how deadly he turned out to be? And faced with her ex who still wants her back, what choice is she going to make?
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
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."