Carrying a child left Adeline trapped in marriage to the ruthless and unhinged Waylon, and everyone doubted she'd survive to see the baby's first breath. Filled with dread but determined, she carefully won him over and soon became his lethal obsession. Yet on the day she planned to escape, Waylon drove their car to a cliff's edge, foot hovering over the gas. "I'm sorry, love-did you just say divorce?" His fingers skimmed her cheek, his tone a deadly whisper. "Defy me, and you pay." Later, drenched in blood and rain, he knelt before her, trembling, and pleaded, "Tell me how to keep you here."
"Ms. Sullivan, given your condition, we can't proceed with the abortion."
Clutching the final, fateful test report, Adeline Sullivan staggered out of the hospital, her pulse hammering with desperation.
She fled into an abandoned amusement park, where wild weeds sprawled unchecked, and half of an old ship lay swallowed by moss.
Adeline didn't stop nor dare look back. When her shoe slipped from her foot, she left it behind, her bare skin scraping against jagged gravel. Blood mixed with mud, smearing her delicate ankle.
The sun blazed mercilessly, pouring down like molten gold, yet her world remained smothered in darkness.
The pounding of footsteps closed in behind her, growing louder with every second.
Blindly, Adeline stumbled into the ship's hollowed-out interior, curling into herself, arms locked around her trembling frame.
Her white dress barely covered the bruises marring her thighs, and a silk cloth veiled her sightless eyes in pale, ghostly fabric.
Like a flower deprived of sunlight, she was fragile-wilting, fading, waiting for the inevitable end.
"Where did that blind girl run off to?" A young couple burst into the abandoned wreck, breathless from the chase.
Khloe Anderson clung to Oliver Simpson's arm, her lips curling in distaste as she lifted a foot, staring in disgust at the mud sullying her designer heels. "What a disgusting place."
"Then maybe you shouldn't have lost track of her," Oliver shot back, his brow creased as he scanned the desolate park.
After a brief pause, Oliver softened his voice, forcing a coaxing tone. "Adeline, stop playing. Let's go home, okay?"
Silence answered him.
Oliver exhaled sharply and then tried again. "This is a good thing, you know. The baby's father is Waylon, who hails from the influential Holden family, for crying out loud! Your child will make us rich beyond measure. Stop being stubborn and come out. Just be careful with your belly. I swear, I won't hit you again."
A chill slithered through Adeline's bones at the sound of his voice.
At fifteen, Adeline's world had crumbled after her family's bankruptcy. Then came the fire that claimed her whole family's lives and left her to lose her sight overnight.
Blaine Simpson, once a devoted servant of the Sullivan family, had taken her in. For five years, she had lived under his roof.
Last year, Blaine's only son, Oliver, had returned from his studies and showered Adeline with care and affection.
Adeline had thought she had found her safe haven, but she couldn't have been more wrong. The moment she agreed to be with Oliver, his true colors bled through. He was obsessed with any hidden assets she might have left, given her family's once-enormous wealth.
When Oliver realized she had nothing, he had become a beast, hitting her relentlessly and openly messing with her caregiver, Khloe.
Oliver and Khloe, their greed knowing no bounds, had borrowed from loan sharks and thrown money away on reckless bets. When the debts had piled too high, they planned to sell Adeline to pay off their debts. Then came that night at the neon-lit nightclub. The moment they saw Waylon, their scheme had shifted. Without a word, they had shoved Adeline into his room, where the air had been thick with the scent of aphrodisiac.
And Waylon? He was a man no one in Kranbu dared cross. His name alone was enough to silence a room.
Under the influence of the drug, Waylon had slept with Adeline. After their intimate encounter, he had ordered his men to beat up Oliver and Khloe, after which he left nonchalantly.
In the end, Adeline, the poor soul, had taken the full force of Oliver and Khloe's anger.
Oliver's beatings had left Adeline bedridden for nearly a month. Later on, her sudden nausea and vomiting, coupled with the missed period, made Oliver and Khloe realize what was happening and excitedly dragged her to the hospital.
Adeline had seen through their plan-they intended to use the baby growing inside her as leverage to extort Waylon. She had to run away from these two demons. She had to escape today, because if she didn't, she would never get a second chance.
The rustling of leaves snapped Adeline's thoughts back to the present. Those footsteps-they weren't Oliver's or Khloe's. Had they brought reinforcements?
Adeline sank her teeth into her hand, forcing herself to stay silent.
The footsteps crept nearer, each one ticking away like a time bomb.
The air was almost stifling.
Suddenly, the footsteps stopped. A sharp, woody scent drifted through the air, wrapping around her senses, and with it came an overpowering presence.
Above her came a man's voice-low and cold. "Ms. Sullivan, whose baby are you carrying?"
After a painful breakup with her boyfriend of two years who coldly told her to her face that he couldn't keep dating her because she was too uptight--In a moment of anger and defiance, Anna decided to throw caution to the wind for one reckless night. She headed to the wildest club in Texas, determined to lose herself in the chaos. But fate had other plans. To her shock, she ran into her ex-boyfriend at the club. Desperate to save face, she made a split-second decision and approached a stranger, pretending he was her new boyfriend. What she never anticipated was the magnetic pull she would feel towards him or the fact that she'd end up going home with this mystery man. Soon enough, the real surprise hit her--this stranger wasn't just anyone; he was her new boss. What begins as a night of rebellion spirals into a whirlwind of forbidden attraction, societal pressure and hidden affairs. And now there are so many things at stake. Find out how this story unfolds.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
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!"
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!