Rena, forced to flee to escape a marriage to a man as old as her father, made a spontaneous decision to marry Kellan, a stranger whose skills in homemaking were only matched by his financial acumen and his gentle demeanor. As their marriage unfolded, it took on a comforting predictability, with Kellan consistently showing himself to be reliable in every emergency. This sense of security crumbled when Rena uncovered Kellan's true identity and the hidden motives behind their union. Enraged, she initiated a divorce and disappeared. Yet, it was not long before Kellan found her once again...
"Pack up your mother's things and leave this house for good!" Alexander Barnett snapped at his daughter, Rena Barnett.
At the mansion's grand entrance, a pile of crumpled clothes lay scattered, most beyond repair.
Rena's eyes were filled with tears as she stared at her mother's photograph on the ground.
She had flown back immediately upon receiving the heart-wrenching news of her death.
As she knelt to retrieve the photo, her half-sister Milly Barnett cruelly stepped on her hand, pressing down hard. Rena's teeth gritted in pain.
In a surge of emotion, she snatched the frame from the ground and slammed it against Milly's shin.
Milly let out a sharp cry, recoiling into the arms of someone who caught her just in time to prevent her fall. Her shin swelled instantly as she cried out, "Dad, Jasper..."
"Rena, have you gone mad? How could you hurt Milly?" Jasper Singh, dressed impeccably and looking like royalty, intervened. He was Rena's ex fiancé, and they had known each other since childhood.
Rena turned to him with disdain. They had been in a serious relationship and promised each other a future together.
However, just days before, she had stumbled upon Jasper and Milly, indiscreet and exposed in bed.
Jasper had admitted he couldn't help himself with Milly, calling her irresistibly sweet.
Heartbroken, Rena had broken up with him and had left to find peace.
Soon after, the devastating news of her mother's death reached her.
Alexander insisted her mother had been overly indulgent with her first love and had met her death during their intimate moments.
Rena refused to believe such disgrace about her mother.
Besides, it was well-known that her father had been unhappy in his marriage, pressing for a divorce to openly be with Milly's mother.
He didn't hesitate to kick Rena out of the house after her mother's death.
Something was definitely amiss.
Rena sneered as she eyed the contemptible pair and then her father, who appeared utterly disinterested.
She swore to herself that once she unearthed the truth, retribution would be theirs.
Clutching her mother's urn, Rena gathered the last of her belongings and left, her heart heavy with sorrow.
She drove to the only sanctuary left to her-the quaint house her grandmother had bequeathed.
Night had fallen.
Balancing her belongings, Rena stepped out of her car and was about to ascend the steps when she felt a presence behind her.
Whirling around, she recoiled at the sight of a grimy old man seizing her. His stench was nauseating.
With his teeth bared in a grotesque smile, he reeked of decay. "Gorgeous, you're stunning! Mr. Singh wasn't lying. You truly are a treasure!"
As he leaned in closer, sniffing her, he murmured, "You smell delightful. It won't be long before you're enjoying this too!"
"Release me! Help! Is there anyone who can hear me?" Rena thrashed against him, her efforts in vain as she was shoved to the ground.
Her screams echoed futilely across the deserted landscape-was this how her story would end?
As the man tore at her clothing, her resistance only intensified, her tears glittering in the moonlight, adding to her ethereal appearance. "No... Please, no..."
She felt utterly powerless. Despair overwhelmed her, and she shut her eyes.
Suddenly, the assault ceased. The man's weight lifted off her as he fell to the ground, a pool of blood spreading from his head.
Opening her eyes, Rena saw a tall, forbidding figure standing over her, gun in hand.
His intense gaze and rugged features were imposing, his presence almost spectral in the moonlight.
Upon closer inspection, she saw blood splattered on his clothing and his hands, his haunted eyes piercing beneath slightly curled hair.
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?
Iris grew from an orphaned child to the adopted daughter of the Stewart family at age ten, finding warmth in her nominal uncle Vincent's kindness. Seven years later, she became his secret lover. When Vincent's engagement was announced, gossip spread about the notorious playboy CEO finally settling down. But only Iris knew the extent of his cold, two-faced nature. Iris fell for Vincent and, through tears, begged, "Marry me," only to be met with his frosty refusal. Defeated, she accepted a lawyer's proposal, sparking public excitement. Then, on her wedding day, Vincent pleaded desperately, "Don't marry him…"
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.