Mộ Thanh Thư was once a princess of the highest standing, with a noble mother as a consort. Born with a golden spoon in her mouth, she grew up surrounded by luxury, never needing to worry about anything. However, fate cruelly played with her. She lost everything in a single night. Her mother was burned to death in a sea of flames, leaving her alone in the cold, desolate palace. Since then, her father, the emperor, had become as invisible as air...
The beaded curtain was lifted, and a cold wind blew, signaling that winter was approaching. In front of the towering palace, her heart was heavy with mixed emotions, difficult to express. Perhaps the coming days would be difficult to endure. Leaving the wild mountains, she had once again become a phoenix trapped in a golden cage. The sound of footsteps echoed loudly, leading her to the Mạn Hoa Palace, where her "mother" was leisurely sipping tea.
She stepped across the threshold, passing through a courtyard where the roses bloomed fiercely, beautifully, and slightly menacingly, their sweet scent filling the air. A Persian cat with snow-white fur, upon seeing her, stretched its body and pranced towards her playfully. Mộ Thanh Thư was startled and took a few steps back, her heart filled with a trace of confusion and fear, causing her to shiver.
The noblewoman behind the jade curtain remained silent, sipping tea and admiring the flowers with a graceful and composed demeanor, glancing at her briefly, as though nothing was amiss.
"Thư nhi, greet your mother, may mother be blessed with peace and longevity."
The woman didn't say anything, only smiling enigmatically. In that moment of awkwardness, the sound of the tea cup shattering suddenly broke the silence, stirring up long-buried memories.
The gate of Mạn Hoa Palace creaked shut, and Mộ Thanh Thư's small heart trembled, as if it might not remain steady. The world seemed to spin, and so many fragmented memories returned to her mind. Lan Tâm, the servant beside her, gently supported her.
"Your Highness, your sedan chair."
Mộ Thanh Thư waved her hand and smiled faintly.
"It's been a long time since I've returned, I want to visit the nuns and chat with them. You all may leave."
Turning, she left the withered orchard, glancing at the Ngự Hoa Garden, now just a pale shadow of its former glory. Her footsteps were steady, stopping in front of a small courtyard that had long been abandoned. Pushing open the weathered wooden door, a familiar feeling rushed over her. "An Vũ Palace."
She smiled mockingly and muttered to herself, "What peace until the end of my days? What 'never parting ways'? All of it was a lie... What ruler isn't selfish and indifferent? Even my father, whom I once admired, is no different."
Mộ Thanh Thư closed her eyes, feeling the cold wind of winter. Her heart was like ashes.
"My heart is weary, and all love is drifting away with the eastern river's flow."
She gently closed the wooden door. The small courtyard, which had once been burned down in a sea of flames, had now been repaired. The phoenixes in the courtyard fluttered gracefully, blending with the wind and clouds. Passing by the old swing under the ancient pear tree, it swayed gently in the breeze, where so many childhood memories were stored.
Pausing for a moment, she followed the narrow path leading to a delicate wooden door, thickly covered in cobwebs. Her hand trembled as she softly pushed the door open.
"Mother, Jiu nhi has arrived."
He is Clinton, 32 years old, a notorious gangster. Three years ago, he was betrayed and nearly lost his life, but by some stroke of luck, she saved him. Three years later, he encounters her again in an unexpected situation. The son of her stepmother, Otis, had borrowed money from him and run away. His men were sent to track down Otis, but the man had already fled. In the end, He found her, his tiny treasure.
Certainly! Here's the translation of the text into English: "Although I already knew the outcome, I still wanted to try, still hoped, still wanted to be loved, after all, I'm just a child. It's too late, it's too late now. I laughed while crying. It's too late, it's too late now. My arms are trembling. Tonight, the cherry blossoms bloom so beautifully, but you can't have me. When spring comes, and when I stand under the cherry tree, it will surely be beautiful. "Miss Ellie, in the next life, can we not be apart anymore?"
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Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
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.