Emily, the eldest daughter of the Smith family, was beautiful, proud, and always surrounded by admirers. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday party, she was framed and accidentally ended up in bed with a man whose face she couldn't even see clearly. She also uncovered a shocking conspiracy and was left with a child from that single night with him. Heartbroken, Emily left. Four years later, she returned with her son, determined to reclaim everything that belonged to her. As for the man from that night, it seemed he had never forgotten her. When they met again, he said, "Wifey, don't even think about escaping!"
Boom! Boom!
The fireworks exploded with lively sounds, filling the conference room with laughter. All eyes were on the fireworks outside the hotel window, and no one noticed the two figures helping each other leave.
Emily vaguely realized she was leaning on Sophia, who led her to a prearranged room in the hotel. Emily collapsed onto the soft bed, feeling an intense heat and discomfort throughout her body. The sensation was very itchy and very hot, and she felt an overwhelming urge to strip off her clothes... Sophia smirked as she watched Emily writhe in discomfort on the bed, her eyes showing clear disdain.
"Sister dear... there's no need to hurry. Soon someone will be here to fulfill your desires."
After saying this, she laughed smugly and deliberately hid a mini camera to secretly record Emily's intimate moments. By the end of the day, Emily's preserved chastity and her reputation would be gone.
"Emily, blame yourself for being so arrogant and unpleasant that it made others intolerant! Let's see if you still have the face to stay in the Smith family after this!"
Sophia's eyes were filled with hatred and her voice was tinged with barely concealed jealousy. Meanwhile, Emily remained on the bed, unaware. Sophia took out her phone and called the man she had arranged, an unattractive street hustler who was greedy for money. When he heard that the Smith family's young lady was involved, he immediately agreed.
"Make sure the video is as clear as possible and includes as many 'different positions' as possible. The more you provide, the more money you'll get. Clean up thoroughly afterward. If anything goes wrong, don't expect to get a cent!"
"Got it. No problem!"
Satisfied, Sophia provided the room number and password to him, gave Emily one last sharp glance, and then sneered as she left.
Hahaha, Emily, someone like you deserves to be with people like that! And James is mine! Sophia slammed the door shut and returned to the party as if nothing had happened.
Once back, Ava quickly pulled her aside and asked anxiously: "How is it, dear? Have you put her in the room?"
"Don't worry, Mom, everything went according to plan. In just a while, her video will flood the internet. Let's see if she remains arrogant and looks down on us after this..."
Sophia had a smug expression. Ava also smirked in satisfaction, glanced at James, and said to her mother: "Mom, I'm going to see James now."
Ava nodded, and Sophia sashayed over to James, who was toasting with the big bosses. She warmly draped her arm over him, deliberately exposing her ample cleavage from her low-cut dress.
"James, what are you doing?" James turned around in surprise. As his gaze landed on the exposed cleavage, his eyes suddenly changed, and he swallowed, clearly aroused. Meanwhile, Emily was still on the bed, writhing in discomfort.
Her disappearance was covered by her sister's concerned statement: "She was tired, so I took her to her room to rest..."
No one suspected anything. The man arrived, entered the room with the password Sophia had provided, and with a lecherous smile, walked in.
Seeing Emily, beautiful and elegantly dressed, with her long white legs exposed beneath the slit of her dress, he was instantly aroused. She was lying on her side, her inviting breasts almost exposed. His Adam's apple bobbed with desire as he quickly moved to overpower her.
"Haha... beautiful lady, I'm here..."
Emily frowned at the unfamiliar man's breath. Despite her extreme discomfort, she struggled to open her eyes. Seeing his ugly face and feeling his hand on her body, she panicked and screamed:
"Ah! Who are you?! How dare you touch me?!"
The man, like a hungry wolf, ignored her screams and began tearing her dress.
"Get off me!"
Her strength was weak, and the man's breath made her skin crawl. Somehow, she found the strength to push him away. Emily grabbed a piece of her torn dress and ran out of the room.
The man immediately chased after her. Emily reached the elevator, quickly pressed the button, and the doors closed just as he reached her. Exhausted, she leaned against the wall, her breath coming in rapid gasps.
"Ding."
The elevator chimed and opened. She followed the wall, unsure of which floor she was on, and spotted a slightly ajar door. Without hesitation, she entered.
"Who?!"
Lucas was undressing to take a shower. Sensing someone behind him, he was startled when Emily embraced him before he could turn around.
"So comfortable..."
Emily clung to him, her body heated and burning against his cool skin, which eased her intense discomfort. Lucas frowned, quickly turned around to push her away, but Emily, like a clammy creature, pressed against him, rubbing her partially exposed breasts against him, and her small, soft hands explored his exposed muscles.
"What is this?"
Furrowing his brow, Lucas coldly stared at the drugged Emily. Her mind was solely focused on him.
"I want some water..." Her throat was dry. "Help me, I've been drugged..."
Her face was close to his, her lips sweet like peach blossoms.
"Get out."
Lucas said coldly, without pity. He thought it was just another ploy from a typical girl and disdainfully dismissed it. Emily felt a bit aggrieved by his response. She pushed Lucas onto the bed, straddled him, and even lifted his chin, saying:
"Don't worry, I have a lot of money. After this, I'll reward you generously."
She smiled, showing her charming dimple, and spoke arrogantly. For the first time, Lucas was considered a "kept man," and his normally sculpted face grew even colder. Before he could say anything, her sweet lips were on his, her breath mingled with wine and her own unique sweetness.
The sunlight gently streamed through the curtains, and within the presidential suite, two bodies were still entwined intimately. Emily slowly opened her eyes, her long lashes and shimmering eyes slightly dazzled by the sunlight. She raised her hand to shield her eyes, feeling sore all over and experiencing a throbbing headache.
"Oh..."
Emily attempted to sit up but discovered a strong arm draped across her waist. She froze for three seconds, then followed the arm to look up and saw a chiseled face close to hers, with warm breath brushing her face. Emily almost screamed as memories of last night's debauchery flooded her mind. Without needing to look, she knew that both of them were now naked and holding each other.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
It's true what they say about marriage: one partner's always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie's long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
Rose looked at the reports in her hand and was in shock... The reports said that she was one month pregnant, however, how can she get pregnant when she didn't have any man in her life... "Was it because of that dream? Could I get pregnant because I have sex in my dream?" She thought... She didn't have any mental problems, however, except for this she can't able to think about anything... However, she still didn't get out of her surprise when she met the man in her dream... Kevin Davis looked at the reports in her hand and asked, "Is this child mine?" However, Rose didn't answer but asked... "Was that night not a dream?" Kevin was angry because it was his first time and she thinks it was a dream... Kevin forced her to marry him however, Rose didn't want it... She wanted to abort the child but he didn't let her... In the end... Rose agreed to marry him... She looked at Kevin's blue eyes and said, "I will marry you, however, I had two conditions..." "First, after marriage, you can't control my freedom, I still had the right to do whatever I want. Don't worry I won't harm the child." "Second, if I ever found out that you had cheated behind my back then I will leave with my child and you can't stop me..." Both of them got married... However, after she falls in love with him... She found there are hidden secrets in his past...
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.