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Six years ago, Cynthia left Lucien and divorced him while pregnant with their child. Lucien's words, "If I ever meet you again, you'll know WHAT HELL IS!" hung over her like a curse, lingering in the years like a nightmare. Six years later, an unexpected turn of events throws Cynthia into a thrilling one-night stand. And the man involved turns out to be none other than Lucien, the one who had once cursed her so cruelly! Once again, fate has cruelly bound them together. Lucien looks at Cynthia with eyes full of hatred, but beneath that fury, there seems to be something deeper-emotions too complex for him to even name. Is it love or hate? The line has long since blurred. Cynthia is a bundle of nerves, desperately trying to hide the existence of her child. But with Lucien's probing gaze fixed on her, how long can she keep up the charade? What twists and turns will their story take from here?
"If I drink these, you won't bother Roy again, right?"
Cynthia glanced at the three glasses of red wine, which were filled to the brim, before looking up at the man sitting across from her, who wore a series of earrings in his left ear. She asked.
This man, Frank, has recently been the subject of a major interview for the magazine Cynthia works for. But in the course of his work he repeatedly tried to get close to her. Her colleague and friend, Roy, had been punished by Frank to help her, and even their camera had been smashed.
Meanwhile, that interview didn't go ahead, and their supervisor was unusually angry, leading to both her and Roy being punished.
Cynthia was here today to apologize for Roy and to try to persuade Frank to continue with the interview.
Frank, half-lying on the sofa, stared at her. She had a strikingly beautiful face, but it was her perfectly tailored suit that wrapped around her slender frame that caught his attention.
To him, she was even more enticing than women who wore barely anything at all.
His eyes briefly flickered with interest. He lounged casually on the sofa and flashed a confident, almost arrogant smile. "Of course. I never lie."
Cynthia picked up the glasses and drained them in one go, the crowd around them cheering.
She wiped her mouth with a napkin, then stood up and extended her hand towards Frank, still lounging lazily.
"So, the interview..."
Frank smirked, his lips curling into a mocking smile. Slowly, he stood up and grasped her soft hand, his voice filled with innuendo.
"We can continue. Your supervisor is smart, sending such a beautiful woman. How could I say no?"
Without warning, Frank tightened his grip, pulling Cynthia into his embrace. For a brief moment, she felt dizzy.
Then, she realized his hands were sliding down her waist, caressing her.
A husky voice whispered in her ear, "Sweetheart, if you're willing to spend the night with me here, I can buy your magazine company and give it to you. Do you want that?"
Cynthia felt disgust rise in her chest, but kept her smile intact. She pushed his hand away from her chest. "I didn't know I was worth that much."
She pushed him away and stepped back, only to bump into someone coming toward her. The impact felt like crashing into a wall.
When she turned around, the color drained from her face, turning it as pale as a ghost.
She never imagined she'd encounter him here, at this moment!
Her ex-husband, Lucien Brown, the man who had divorced her six years ago.
His words from that day still echoed in her ears.
"I'm giving you freedom, Cynthia. But remember, if I ever meet you again, you'll know what hell is!"
And now, the man who once swore to ruin her stood right in front of her.
His perfect face sent a sharp jolt through her, stirring her nerves. Everything else faded from her mind.
However, he merely looked at her coldly, as if she were a stranger.
Standing beside him were two or three young men, along with a strikingly beautiful man, his features were almost feminine, a blend of allure and masculine charm, like a dark fairy stepping out of the night.
The beautiful man noticed Lucien's unwavering gaze on Cynthia and wrapped an arm around his, asking in a teasing tone, "Lucien, you know her?"
"My ex-wife, a slut," Lucien replied nonchalantly, as if he were talking about a nobody.
He then turned his attention to Frank, who was standing beside Cynthia, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. "Frank, do you actually need a hooker?"
With that, Lucien strode forward, his long arm reaching out to grab Cynthia by the neck, pulling her roughly into his grip.
His eyes remained cold, but the ice in them seemed bottomless, chilling anyone who dared to look. "So, you've had vaginal rejuvenation surgery to fool people again? Bitch."
His words struck like a slap, and the crowd around them fell into stunned silence.
Frank's face went from pale to green with fury. He looked at Cynthia as if she had truly seduced him.
Cynthia felt Lucien's large hand on her neck, squeezing so tightly that she thought it might snap.
The moment she saw him, all her words seemed to vanish, leaving only the cold, mocking tone of his voice echoing in her mind.
Her face turned even paler than before, but her eyes had sharpened with cold resolve.
"Heh, if I'm a slut, then you must be the world's biggest joke, my dear ex-husband." she grimaced in pain, but still managed to mock him, her lips curling into a smile that made Lucien want to crush her.
For a split second, Lucien's eyes flashed with an icy storm, and a deadly silence settled over the room.
The air seemed to freeze, and the onlookers couldn't help but shudder, sensing that he might snap Cynthia's neck without a second thought.
No one dared to intervene.
That beautiful man rushed over, trying to pull his hand off her neck. "Lucien, we should go. Mr. Smith is waiting for us."
Lucien didn't move. It was as if he could only see the woman in front of him.
The man tried again, desperation creeping into his voice. "Lucien..."
With a sharp motion, Lucien tossed Cynthia aside, sending her crashing to the floor.
Her wrist slammed into the table, and the pain shot through her. The spilled wine splashed all over her face, blurring her vision.
No one offered to help her. The crowd stood there, merely observing.
Lucien stared down at her, his gaze as cold as the grave.
Finally, he stepped over her, not sparing her a single glance as he walked away.
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In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
I'm a Luna. After three years of marriage to Alpha Nathaniel Blackwood, I'm finally pregnant with his pup. But he's unclaimed me for his first love. I'm leaving the pack with this secret, praying he never finds out. Nathaniel Blackwood is a handsome, powerful Alpha. In a world where humans and werewolves coexist, he has it all: a billion-dollar empire, untold power, a massive pack, and, most importantly, the perfect Luna. But the return of his first love shattered our marriage. When he finds out the secret I've been hiding, will he regret rejecting me? Will I ever be able to forgive him? Dive into this gripping serialized novel to find out more-Enjoy the ride!
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...
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
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