"Sister, please don't reject me."
"Are you avoiding me, Evelin?"
He whispered softly in my ear, his broad, warm hand effortlessly encircling my slender waist.
I never imagined that such a friend since childhood would one day pin me against the bed and utter such vulgar talk.
Jed Graham lifted his well-defined fingers, gently raising my chin, and with a half-smile, said, "Evelin, there's nothing dirty about love between a man and a woman."
I turned my head away coldly, nearly gritting my teeth in anger as I spoke, "Jed, you make me feel dirty."
His fingers stiffened slightly, and the smile on his face vanished instantly.
"Is Sebastian Murray not dirty?"
He leaned closer, his eyes fierce, and bit my lip as hard as he could, as if he was venting his anger.
I trembled in pain, and he suddenly stopped, his eyes reddened with grievance.
He held me tightly, his voice choked, crying and begging me, "Evelin, I'm sorry... Please, don't leave me..."
My heart ached with sorrow.
He released his embrace, his cold fingers holding my hand, guiding it to his exquisite face.
Just now, his eyes were still revealing indifference and anger, but now they were already red filled with tears.
"Evelin, you're all I have left." He sobbed, his gaze pleading, as if I were his only salvation.
His tears fell on the back of my hand, his slightly curled eyelashes now wet and clumped together, adding a touch of vulnerability to his handsome face.
I couldn't help but curl my fingers, wiping away the tears beneath his eyes. "Sebastian and I have broken up."
A glimmer of joy spread through Jed's fragile eyes. He grasped my hand, almost crying with happiness, "Really? Evelin!"
His previously downcast eyes now shone brightly, wide open and full of anticipation as he looked at me.
I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for him.
All these years, I never realized Jed harbored such deep feelings for me.
He hid it so well that I always saw him as a younger brother, and at times, he even protected me like an older brother.
Now I knew that he was just acting strong and paranoid on purpose to hide his true emotions.
In fact, after being aggrieved, he would only hide in secret and cry, like a puppy curled up in a corner licking its wounds alone.
I nodded, smiling gently, "Of course, when have I ever lied to you?"
Jed seemed to come alive, hurriedly and clumsily unraveled the handcuffs on me. "Evelin, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, dear, are you hurt? It's all my fault, please don't be mad, okay? Dear..."
After freeing me, he obediently squatted on the ground, looking up at me with blinking eyes. "Evelin, if it makes you feel better, you can hit me..."
He extended his hand, lowering his head in dejection. "I never wanted to hurt you, dear. I just like you so much, sometimes I can't control myself... Dear, you can hit me..."
With reddened eyes, he held my hand and pressed it against his face, fear of my departure evident in his eyes, yet still smiling. "Evelin, just hit me. If you do and feel better, then you won't leave me..."
My heart ached, and I cupped his face, kissing him softly. "I won't hit you, don't worry."
Jed looked at me dumbfounded, his eyes instantly welling up. He reached out to hold me tightly, burying his head in my neck, choking out, "Dear, please, don't leave me, okay? I'll do everything you want..."
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
It took only a second for a person's world to come crashing down. This was what happened in Hannah's case. For four years, she gave her husband her all, but one day, he said emotionlessly, "Let's get divorced." Hannah's heart broke into a million pieces as she signed the divorce papers, marking the end of her role as a devoted wife. Within Hannah, a strong woman awakened, vowing never to be beholden to any man again. Embracing her new life, she embarked on a journey to find herself and command her own destiny. By the time she returned, she had experienced so much growth and was now completely different from the docile wife everyone once knew. "Is this your latest trick to get my attention?" Hannah's ever-so-arrogant husband asked. Before she could retort, a handsome and domineering CEO pulled her into his embrace. He smiled down at her and said boldly to her ex, "Just a little heads-up, mister. This is my beloved wife. Keep off!"
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.