At twenty-nine, in my mom's eyes, I'm basically approaching menopause, so she's urging me to find a boyfriend.
At twenty-nine, in my mom's eyes, I'm basically approaching menopause, so she's urging me to find a boyfriend.
My name was Eva Quinn. At twenty-nine, my mom thought it was late for me to still be single and kept urging me to find a match. Working as a teacher, I mostly dealt with students and their parents. Occasionally, I met someone decent-looking, but they were either underage or already a dad. Dating a minor was illegal, and dating a dad felt wrong, so here I was, single at twenty-nine.
A friend recommended a popular dating app, claiming a 90% success rate. I downloaded it with expectation, only to find that 90% of it was scams.
Just as I was about to delete it in disappointment, a guy with a Pikachu avatar added me. After a brief chat, I learned his details.
Wesley Gibson, twenty years old, a minor internet celebrity. He looked decent in photos, the type like Timothée Chalamet. I asked what made him interested in me. "Because I don't want to work hard, and a queen with great wealth is quite appealing," he replied.
His earnest talk about being a gigolo was surprisingly charming.
After five years in education system, I could afford to keep a "boy toy" like him, and I was quite satisfied with his looks.
I told him, "If you want me to look after you, I need to make sure you are good as the photo. As long as you fit my standard, money's not a problem."
After we agreed, I booked a suite at a five-star hotel for the evening. When I arrived, he had already showered and was sitting on the bed like a bashful newlywed.
I must admit, his barely concealed chest and abs made my appetite soar, and the urge to take a bite arose.
His hair was still wet from the shower, droplets trickling down his shoulders, chest, and further down. My eyes followed the trail to where the towel covered.
When he saw me, he smiled with dimples, looking utterly adorable.
"Why don't you shower first?" he suggested.
When I came out wrapped in a towel, his ears turned red inch by inch.
"Don't be shy, little cupcake. From now on, you'll be my doll. Remember, I am and will be your queen forever."
That night, he cried half the night, and I was exhausted too.
I wanted to be gentle, but when I turned to see him sleeping so cutely, I thought, "The quality sure is something else when you've paid for it."
To reward him, the next day I went to a luxury department store and bought him a bunch of gifts. I waited downstairs at his office to surprise him after work, only to see him with a girl with straight black hair and bangs. It seemed like there was something going on, so I leaned against my car to watch the drama unfold.
"Wesley, I really like you. Tell me what you want, I'll see what I can do," the girl pleaded.
"Sorry, Marissa, I really don't feel anything for you. Do you even know what love is? There's no relationship of romance between us," he replied.
"How can you say that? I like you, and whether you like me or not is just a matter of time. There will absolutely be love between us," she insisted.
Wesley rolled his eyes at her persistence. When she ran over to hug him, crying her heart out, he awkwardly turned her head away.
Our eyes met, and he looked at me like he'd found a lifeline. He pushed the girl away and ran towards me, jumping into the car and breathlessly saying, "Your grace, drive!"
With a press of the gas pedal, my McLaren sped off, leaving the girl's figure fading in the rearview mirror. I teased, "Seems like you've broken a few hearts. Last night you were pretending shy like a virgin."
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.
Rumors had it that Dennis didn't do relationships because of a woman. Rumors also had it that Dennis was a merciless and indifferent man. Not knowing what kind of person Dennis is, Emmie signed her name beside his and received a marriage certificate with both their names on it. It was not until Emmie flash-married Dennis that she knew rumors cannot always be trusted. The man who clutched her in his arms was nothing like a ruthless CEO. On the first day of their marriage, Dennis warned Emmie, "I will provide you with anything but love." Three years later, when Emmie wants a divorce, the man tears the divorce agreement into pieces and begs, "Don't go. I can't live without you."
Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace. But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge. A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart. Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn. But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left? A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again? She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
Years ago, Cathy's husband threw himself into danger to save her. Then fate cut the cord-after the accident, he remembered everyone but the woman he'd once died for. On their third anniversary, he betrayed her, and that night she signed the divorce. Freed, she dusted off her hidden brilliance: miracle healer, racing legend, elite hacker, visionary designer. When his memories roared back, regret did, too. He stormed her wedding, pleading, "Cathy, please, one more chance!" But a certain trillionaire held her close and huffed, "Honey, someone's asking for trouble."
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...
Once, Sabrina trusted the wrong man and paid for it with her life, dragging down the only person who ever tried to help her. Fate offered her a rare reset, and this time, she pledged herself to Theo-the savior she had overlooked before. A partnership for convenience blossomed into something fierce, with Theo showing her tenderness she never expected. Revenge became her mission while he quietly shielded her. When their pact neared its end, Theo blocked her exit, whispering, "You're leaving me?" She faltered. "Maybe one more year." Yet soon, a baby was on the way. What the hell? That wasn't the deal!
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