Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You're mine. Now and always."
Gianna Lloyd burst from the apartment, her heart hammering against her ribs as she fled.
Terror etched across her features, she sprinted forward with her torn shirt exposing one shoulder to the cool night air.
She dared not pause even for a breath, convinced her pursuer would seize her at any moment.
When she collided with someone's solid chest, Gianna's gaze darted upward in alarm.
Before her stood a man whose striking features conveyed aristocratic elegance despite his solemn expression.
Before she could react, a furious voice echoed from behind her. "Damn it! Where the hell did that bitch go? When I get my hands on her, I'll fuck her the whole night."
Every muscle in Gianna's body tensed at the sound; capture was unthinkable.
She searched the stranger's face, and something primal awakened within her.
"Sir, please help me, I beg you..." Gianna whispered, her trembling fingers clutching his sleeve while tears glistened in her eyes.
Tristan Murray glanced down at the woman who had crashed into his arms. Annoyance flashed across his face, but it dissolved into recognition when he saw her face.
Just as despair began to creep into Gianna's heart, Tristan enveloped her in his overcoat.
His voice was low, steady. "Don't resist. Just follow me."
Darkness surrounded Gianna, yet rather than fear, an unexpected sense of security washed over her.
Tristan's arm encircled her waist, holding her against him with unusual protectiveness, as though fearing she might vanish.
Oblivious to his peculiar behavior, Gianna instinctively clutched his shirt and allowed him to guide her forward.
The subtle scent of alcohol emanating from his skin crashed into Gianna's heightened senses.
Shortly thereafter, she heard hinges creak as a door swung open, and he ushered her into his apartment.
The door clicked shut, but Tristan maintained his protective hold.
Gianna clung to him, her self-control evaporating with each passing second.
His intoxicating scent overwhelmed her, drawing her body towards his with magnetic force, creating a desperate longing for skin-to-skin contact.
Tristan tilted Gianna's chin upward, noting her unfocused gaze and the unnatural flush spreading across her cheeks. His brow furrowed with concern. "Were you drugged?"
Now sheltered from immediate danger, the final threads of Gianna's rationality unraveled, allowing the drug to claim complete dominion over her consciousness, rendering Tristan's words incomprehensible.
She registered only the tantalizing sensation of his cool, calloused fingers against her feverish skin-a touch she found impossible to resist.
Following primal instinct, she rose onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his, whispering, "Help me... Please..."
Gianna pressed her mouth to his, instinctively parting his lips and offering the velvet caress of her tongue.
After a moment of stunned hesitation, Tristan returned her kiss with unexpected fervor.
In that instant, Gianna discovered that kisses existed in countless variations.
Molten desire pooled between her thighs, intensifying when his cool palm enveloped her heated breast and teased the sensitive peak. For the first time, she experienced pleasure cascading through her body like liquid fire.
Lost in sensation, Gianna could not determine whether the drug alone was responsible for her abandon.
When he finally joined their bodies, confusion and exhilaration mingled within her. Gianna clutched his back urgently, her fingertips discovering a landscape of raised scars.
There was no time for questions; she buried her face against his neck, her voice quavering as she pleaded, "Harder..."
Without hesitation, Tristan complied, increasing the intensity of his movements.
His burning chest pressed against hers as exquisite pleasure engulfed her until consciousness itself dissolved into blissful oblivion.
When Gianna finally awakened, afternoon light streamed through unfamiliar windows.
The strange sensations coursing through her body jolted her fully awake, and she bolted upright.
Across from the bed sat a stranger impeccably attired, his strikingly handsome face bearing a refined yet gentle demeanor, an aura of restrained power surrounding him.
Gianna panicked. Had she and this man slept together last night?
"Awake?" Tristan absently rubbed the ring adorning his middle finger, his tone deliberately neutral.
Gianna's racing thoughts scattered, and she lowered her gaze, unable to meet his eyes.
She felt as though there existed no safe place for her gaze to land in the entire room.
"About last night..." She hesitated, struggling to find the right words.
But Tristan cut her off before she could continue. "I'll take responsibility for what happened."
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
Traversing back to the ancient Prime Martial World from modern age, Austin finds himself in a younger body as he wakes up. Yet, the young man he possesses was a miserable dimwit, what a bummer! But it doesn’t matter as his mind is sound and clear. Possessing this younger and stronger body, he will fight his way to become the God of martial arts, and rule the whole Martial World!
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
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.
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.