Compelled by her dad's dilemma and the looming fate of their business, Irene agreed to become Braydon's lover. To outsiders, Braydon seemed invulnerable, yet only Irene was privy to the tempestuous passions he unleashed behind closed doors. Gradually, Irene found herself tangled in the intricate emotional snare Braydon had woven, her heart craving more, only to be shattered by the revelation of his engagement. Devastated, she left and soon encountered Braydon's archrival. It was then that the formidable Braydon confronted the esteemed surgeon Dr. Mitchell, all in a fierce struggle over Irene.
In a hotel room, Irene Dixon perched on the edge of the bed, her head spinning. She clenched her teeth, struggling to maintain consciousness.
Her life had spiraled into chaos when her father was jailed on murder charges, and the shock had triggered her mother's illness, landing her in the ICU.
Amid this turmoil, her father's former allies were twisting the knife. Disregarding her father's significant help in the past, they spread malicious rumors and absconded with the company funds, all for their own gains. Consequently, many business partners were withdrawing, demanding both contract cancellations and damages from the Dixon Group.
Overnight, the Dixon Group was saddled with a debt of 380 million dollars, teetering on the edge of collapse.
Determined not to let her parents' life's work disintegrate, Irene felt compelled to take on the overwhelming challenge. The Dixon Group's salvation seemed to hinge on securing a lucrative deal with the Swan Mountain tourism resort hotel project. However, the project's manager was avoiding her, and without securing the project's initial deposit within three days, the Dixon Group faced bankruptcy.
In her desperation, Irene sought help from her estranged husband, Cade Hudson.
The Hudson Group was a powerhouse in Eimwell, with the Hudson family holding prominence for over a century.
Years ago, Irene's mother had saved Cade's life, prompting Damien Hudson, Cade's grandfather, to orchestrate a marriage between Cade and Irene once they were of age.
Their marriage, however, existed only on paper. They had never held a wedding ceremony nor consummated the union. Cade had departed for business shortly after their marriage and hadn't returned for two years.
Now, desperate for an introduction to the elusive project manager, Irene reached out to Cade, who shockingly proposed that they first consummate their marriage.
Accepting a glass of wine Cade had sent over, Irene took the room key he provided and headed to the designated room, her body strangely warming. She hadn't been intimate with men before and couldn't suppress her nerves.
As Irene waded through a fog of drowsiness, a man approached her. He arched an eyebrow and murmured, "You're quite beautiful, and you have a lovely figure."
Instinctively, Irene leaned into the man's touch, clutching his hand and whispering, "Cade..."
The man's face hardened immediately, and he scoffed. "You're calling another man's name in my bed? Is that appropriate to you?"
Confused, Irene looked up at the man, her thoughts increasingly clouded. Yet, when she saw him moving to leave, she impulsively reached out and clung to him from behind, pleading, "Don't go!"
The man paused, turning to face the drunk Irene. Her delicate features and half-lidded eyes, highlighted by a faint blush at their corners and an unintentionally alluring look, stirred a sense of familiarity in him. He gazed at the strange woman before him, who had somehow found her way into his room, and a fleeting memory crossed his mind, but before he could focus on it, he felt her grip tightening around his waist.
The man chuckled and said, "Alright. Just don't regret this later." With that, he embraced her, gently pinched her chin, and their lips met as they fell onto the soft bed.
As he thrust into her aggressively, the sharp, woody aroma of his cologne filled the air, and her grip on his robe tightened as she let out a soft moan.
The sound she made served as a catalyst, drawing out a stronger reaction from him.
He released her, gazing down at her now tousled appearance, then removed his robe and tossed it aside.
Slowly, he pushed his shaft deeper inside her for a few more inches.
A pained groan escaped Irene as tears began to gather in her eyes.
As the man propped himself up by resting his muscular arms near Irene's face, she caught his hands, her voice breaking as she implored, "Please... Be gentle..."
"Okay," he whispered, lightly kissing her lips before lifting her legs across his arms.
Their shadows entwined endlessly in the dimly lit room.
Irene chewed on the blanket's edge, her tears saturating the pillow beneath her. Overwhelmed by a confusing fusion of pain and novel pleasure, panic surged within her.
Lifted abruptly, Irene clung to the man, her cries echoing in the room.
As time seemed to stretch indefinitely, he eventually released her, panting heavily. When he turned her to face him, he discovered she had fainted. He tutted, carefully wiped away a tear from her eyelashes, and tasted its salty bitterness. "Did it hurt that much?"
Her tears dampened his earlier enthusiasm and passion. The man stood up and walked to the bathroom.
The sound of water cascading in the bathroom filled the otherwise quiet room as Irene laboriously pried her eyelids open. She was anxiously awaiting a definitive response from Cade.
Fighting through her discomfort, Irene rose from the bed, her feet touching the chilly floor, and leaned on the table for support as she moved toward the bathroom door. Just then, her phone began to ring. The screen showed Cade's name.
Confusion washed over Irene. Cade was supposed to be in the shower. Why would he be calling her now? Uneasy, she answered the call. "Cade, I've complied with your request. When are you going to hold up your end?"
Cade's voice, full of mockery, came through the speaker. "When did I ever say I'd help you? I only told you to meet me at the hotel, and I'd consider it."
Irene's grip on the phone tightened. "And? Have you decided?"
"My decision is no," Cade responded crisply.
"You're going back on your promise?" Irene's face grew stern.
"You sound upset. But remember, you're my wife. Isn't it my right to have sex with you?" Cade's laugh had a biting edge. "Oh, and I forgot to mention something. The man with you last night wasn't me."
Irene's breathing grew rapid, her voice shaky. "What do you mean? This shouldn't be joked about, Cade."
Still laughing, Cade retorted, "I'm quite serious. It wasn't me with you last night."
Irene's phone slipped from her trembling hand. She stooped to pick it up, but before she could, a shadow fell over her.
Irene looked up to see the man who had stepped out of the bathroom. He was shirtless, scratches visible on his chest.
It was blatantly obvious now. Cade had tricked her. He had feigned a desire to be intimate with her, but in reality, he had sent her to another man's bed.
While Sienna reached the pinnacle of her success, Julian remained the forgotten son of his family, the one who had secretly stolen her first kiss in the shadows of the night. As Sienna hit her darkest moment, Julian returned home, leaving his life behind, only to witness her tears glistening in the moonlight as she reluctantly accepted another man's proposal. When Sienna needed Julian more than ever, he had risen to a position of power and had become her most steadfast pillar of support. "Please marry me." There was no one else in the world who could love Sienna as deeply as Julian did.
Working during summer vacation, a strange customer threw hot milk tea at me and even damaged the machines in the store. The milk tea shop sided with the customer and even took all of my wages to compensate for the damages. When I went to argue about it, I was crushed into minced meat by a large truck on the way. Opening my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment when the customer threw milk tea at me.
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. ăJust this useless person, I'm giving him to you.ă
In an effort to save his girlfriend's life, Randall's right hand was severely injured, rendering him disabled for life. Unexpectedly, what he got in return was betrayal: his girlfriend left him for his best friend! Just as he felt that his world was falling apart, he met a man who changed his lifeâthe legendary Dr. Stewart Tran. Randall not only became a disciple of this world-renowned doctor but also inherited the man's insane wealth. That was how Randall started fighting back, defeating anyone who got in his wayâand ultimately, living his legendary life.
In an effort to save his girlfriend's life, Randall's right hand was severely injured, rendering him disabled for life. Unexpectedly, what he got in return was betrayal: his girlfriend left him for his best friend! Just as he felt that his world was falling apart, he met a man who changed his lifeâthe legendary Dr. Stewart Tran. Randall not only became a disciple of this world-renowned doctor but also inherited the man's insane wealth. That was how Randall started fighting back, defeating anyone who got in his wayâand ultimately, living his legendary life.
One night, Deanna batted her eyelashes flirtatiously at the dashing Dario and together, they indulged in a night of endless passion. The time they met again, they had different goals in mind. She boldly hooked up with him, while he enjoyed it without hesitation. Knowing that their shared moments of passion were only part of a deal, they decided to enjoy it while they could. But Dario made the mistake of falling in love with her, which resulted in devastating heartbreak when she mercilessly abandoned him. Later, Deanna returned, looking more gorgeous than ever. Dario approached her sullenly. "Why did you run away?" Deanna smiled bitterly. "Because the love game is over." In response, Dario pressed her against the wall, his eyes aflame with desire. "No, it has only begun."
Cathryn, an orphan with no family ties to Grayson, regarded him only as family. He, however, valued her as a precious jewel. From their very first encounter, Cathryn's destiny was intertwined with his. Once lonely and desiring affection, she was ensnared by his love, unable to break free. Eventually, she managed to escape his emotional clutches. Shockingly, she had fallen for someone else. Grayson confronted her sharply. "How could you feel for another?" Unable to meet his eyes, she whispered, "You're family. I can't..." Looking down, he pressed further. "You can't, or you wouldnât dare?"
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
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!"
"Ms. Crawford, itâs time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.â ~â˘~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husbandâs heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."