My first blind date after the divorce turned out to be a good friend of my ex-husband. The charming and tender care he offered made me let my guard down in his love.
My first blind date after the divorce turned out to be a good friend of my ex-husband. The charming and tender care he offered made me let my guard down in his love.
After my divorce, my first blind date turned out to be with my ex-husband's good friend. His intoxicating tenderness and care made me let down my guard completely and fall deeply in love with him.
But now, looking at his suited figure walking away, I felt nothing but disgust. It wasn't just because of his peculiar habits, it was because all the sweetness between us was an act. He deceived me and shared an unspeakable secret with my ex-husband.
I used to constantly remind myself of what he lost because of me, and how he was tormented by it. But now, all that remained was a deep sense of indignation.
Not long after the divorce, my family was in a rush to set me up on blind dates. At the time, I wasn't interested in relationships and just wanted to embrace my single life gracefully. But who can resist the relentless pressure from my mother to get married? Reluctantly agreeing to appease my mother's insistence, I met Gavin for a quick blind date.
Unexpectedly, we met again shortly after, during one of my most embarrassing moments. That day, I was rushing to deliver documents to a client. The sky, which had been clear, suddenly turned stormy with thunder and a heavy downpour. With no shelter in sight, I had to protect the documents while running forward. Worse, my heel got stuck in a drain, and I fell into a puddle, my thin clothes becoming increasingly transparent.
At that moment, a black-handled umbrella was thrust into my hand, and then a roomy men's sports jacket was draped over my shoulders. A pair of well-defined hands lifted my feet, freeing my shoes, and thus rescued me from my embarrassing and desperate social mortification. Like an angel descending as a savior, it was Gavin.
That evening, I treated him to dinner to express my gratitude and discovered his humor and charm. We shared many common interests: we both loved listening to popular music artists, enjoyed reading at the library, and played badminton. We had similar views and often sparked each other's thoughts, making me feel like we were long-lost friends. This delightful communication made me feel understood by Gavin, and naturally, we became friends.
Later, when I suddenly suffered from a stomachache and my parents were too far away to reach me in time. Gavin happened to pass by and rescued me once again. At the hospital, he rushed around, paying bills, queuing, and accompanying me for check-ups. With a handkerchief, he gently wiped away the sweat and tears streaming down my face due to the pain, soothing my anxious emotions with soft words. In the end, he carried me piggyback to the infusion center, covering my eyes and holding me tightly as the nurse prepared to insert the needle into my vein. At that precise moment, I could hear my heart pounding, feeling as if a long-lost void had been filled, bringing me a sense of comfort and elation.
Gavin seemed to possess both the heroic traits that easily captivate women's hearts and the profound understanding they deeply crave. Increasingly, I found myself thinking of him, experiencing immense joy and anticipation with every encounter. In the stillness of the night, my mind wandered to what he might be doing, whether he was accompanied by someone else, and if he ever thought of me with longing. Yet, I dared not voice these thoughts nor inquire, tormented by my own fears of loss and gain.
On May 4th, late at night on Gavin's first day of a business trip, I received his confession via text. The wish I had longed for finally came true, and I joyfully accepted without hesitation.
An hour ago, I received a message from Gavin stating that his business trip had concluded prematurely and he was currently on a high-speed train returning. At that moment, I was overjoyed, feeling as if I had been separated for ages, just like the saying goes, "A day without you feels like a lifetime."
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission-carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!
Everyone in town knew Amelia had chased Jaxton for years, even etching his initials on her skin. When malicious rumors swarmed, he merely straightened his cuff links and ordered her to kneel before the woman he truly loved. Seething with realization, she slammed her engagement ring down on his desk and walked away. Not long after, she whispered "I do" to a billionaire, their wedding post crashing every feed. Panic cracked Jaxton. "She's using you to spite me," he spat. The billionaire just smiled. "Being her sword is my honor."
Anna Green walks in on her boyfriend cheating, only to realize she's not the only witness. A mysterious man stands beside her, watching the same scene unfold. He leans in and murmurs, "Want revenge?" That night, she loses a boyfriend and picks up a husband. What begins as a deal between strangers soon turns into something far more complicated. She thought it was just about benefits. He gave her exclusive love. Now, tangled in a marriage she never expected, Anna wonders who's really in control, especially when the man she married refuses to play by the rules.
Her ex-husband declared, "The person I admired most was that legendary racer." She smiled thinly. "Hate to break it to you-that was me." He said, "Jealous I blew a fortune on a world-famous jeweler for Violet?" She let out a cool laugh. "Funny, that designer trained under me." He scoffed, "Buying a dying firm won't put you in my league. Snap out of it." She shrugged. "Weird-I just steered your company off a cliff." Stunned, he blurted out, "Baby, come back. I'll love you forever." She wrinkled her nose. "Hard pass. Keep your cheap love." Then she took a mogul's arm and never looked back.
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.
Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy.
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