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Sunny's father was the driver for the top-tier Stuart family. On the day her father passed away, it was pouring rain when Colin approached her with his deep voice saying, "Come with me." He took her in and protected her for nine years. When Sunny heard that Colin almost had a falling-out with his family for the woman he loved, she understood that he didn't have feelings for her and chose to exit gracefully. However, under the enchanting moonlight, they ended up spending the night together. The next afternoon, she woke up to find Richard, Colin's younger brother, lying beside her. Sunny sincerely suggested, "You seemed to enjoy yourself last night; how about we part ways amicably?" Richard smiled mischievously, "I didn't have enough fun, so we can't part just yet." The man was casually wearing a bath towel around his waist, with droplets of water running down his forehead, tracing the lines of his collarbone, and disappearing into the towel. His natural sensuality was undeniable. He smirked and lazily said, "Be responsible, Sunny." Later, at a banquet, when Sunny felt unwell and left early, Colin rushed to find her. He knocked on the door of the lounge, but inside, Richard had tightly wrapped his arms around Sunny's waist, pressing her against the door, kissing her passionately, and murmuring, "Tell him to leave." Richard was notorious for his reckless behavior. Everyone thought he was just playing games, passing time. Until one day, the social circle was abuzz: Richard had written a love letter to Sunny. The young aristocrats immediately denied it, saying it was impossible, that it had to be fake! How could the notorious playboy of the prestigious family lower himself like that? The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation. Richard lazily smiled and corrected, "I written two letters-one love letter, one marriage proposal."
Sunny sat in the Empire Orchestra's lounge, trying to move her left wrist.
Thankfully, the bone wasn't injured, just slight swelling and pain.
Jack quickly walked over, handing her a bottle of iced drink. "Apply ice first. You should still go to the hospital later."
"Okay."
Sunny took it and pressed it against her wrist. The coldness against her skin eased the sharp pain.
"I thought everyone had gone to Eva's birthday party. I didn't notice anyone at the door. Sorry you got hurt." Jack scratched the back of his head, apologetically.
He stared at Sunny's delicate wrist for a moment, then shifted his gaze to her face and asked, "Did Eva not invite you?"
"She's not my child. Why should I be invited to her birthday?"
Sunny's voice was sweet and gentle, her words slow and soft, without a hint of malice.
Jack, however, looked embarrassed, not knowing how to respond.
His mind involuntarily wandered to the rumors about her.
As the principal cellist of the orchestra, Sunny not only had exceptional playing skills but also a strikingly beautiful face with an excellent bone structure.
It was said that she had the backing of Boston's capital.
The orchestra had been created specifically for her, a way to keep her occupied.
People in the orchestra often mocked that they were just toys, funded by a powerful person to amuse Sunny.
Not inviting her to the birthday party was clearly a sign of exclusion.
Jack secretly looked down on her as a "captive bird," but outwardly, he courteously invited her.
"They might have forgotten. I know where it is, do you want to come with me?"
Sunny remained calm and replied lightly, "There's nothing special about birthdays. Funerals are more interesting."
Jack was choked by her words, feeling a chill run down his back.
After briefly applying ice, Sunny left the orchestra as planned. In the elevator, she opened her phone, where a conversation with Colin's assistant appeared on the screen.
"Miss Garcia, there's an event tonight. I'll send someone to pick you up."
"No need, I'll take a taxi. Please send me the address."
"Location"
Empire Manor, located within the second ring road in a traditional courtyard, with red walls and grey tiles, exuding elegance and privacy.
The courtyard was filled with vibrant, blooming begonia flowers. When the wind blew, petals fluttered, filling the air with fragrance.
The sound of a pipa, like pearls falling on a jade plate, floated softly in the air as Sunny stepped through the door, her pace neither fast nor slow.
The east wing was decorated with ancient charm. A large screen partitioned the inner room. She quickly explored. The screen was made of rosewood and inlaid with treasures, while the furniture was yellow pear wood. Antique porcelain and calligraphy were displayed on a side cabinet.
The room was elegantly furnished, with a faint sandalwood scent in the air.
The noisy crowd fell silent for a moment when Sunny entered.
The people in the room were all young aristocrats from Beijing, and as soon as they heard her entrance, their eyes turned toward her.
"Sister Sunny looks even more beautiful than before, truly a great beauty," someone teased.
"Of course. Mr. Stuart takes such good care of Sunny in every way. The Northern District relocation project is starting, and Sunny is a great contributor!"
This flattery was mixed with something more, hinting at something deeper.
However, the man in the main seat seemed indifferent, showing no emotion.
After many years, Sunny had become accustomed to being surrounded by the gazes of others, but she still felt a momentary nervousness when facing Colin.
He had removed his coat and was wearing a well-tailored white shirt with a vest, looking incredibly handsome and noble.
Seeing that Sunny didn't approach immediately, Colin's calm gaze landed on her face, his voice low and steady.
"Sunny, come here."
Sunny walked over, lowered her head slightly, and called out softly, "Brother."
She then sat down gracefully beside Colin.
Boston, the capital of power, was home to many aristocratic families. At the very top of the pyramid were families with deep roots.
As the heir to the Stuart family, Colin was born with a status that made him untouchable.
Few women had the privilege of receiving special treatment from Colin.
The people in the room were surprised, their eyes scanning Sunny. With her strong yet delicate features and natural beauty, even in simple clothes and light makeup, she stood out in the room full of opulence.
But... what use was beauty when compared to power?
The influential people around her were the real factors that made her extraordinary.
Ignoring the scrutiny, Sunny quietly massaged her wrist.
"What happened to your hand?" Colin noticed her movement and asked casually.
The warm breath brushed past her ear, causing a slight itch. Sunny's fingers curled slightly, her gaze lowered as she replied, "I hit the door, it's nothing serious."
Colin looked at her for a while without speaking.
After a moment, someone invited Colin to the entertainment area to play a few rounds of cards.
He wasn't fond of playing cards.
Out of courtesy, Sunny smiled lightly and said, "I'll go."
Colin raised his eyes and glanced at the card table. The cards were neatly arranged in all four directions. A young girl was sitting in the southern section, skillfully drawing and playing cards, occasionally chatting, always with a gentle smile on her face.
Her gameplay had no strategy, relying purely on instinct, but her luck was surprisingly good.
Even the worst cards in her hands could be turned around.
After the third round of cards, as the deck was being shuffled, Sunny instinctively turned to look toward the main seat.
It was empty.
Colin had already left without her noticing.
Tonight, the leaders of the television station were hosting guests in the grand hall of Empire Manor.
The servers, who usually appeared formal and proud, now greeted the guests with no trace of their usual authority, their energy all focused on their smiles, willing to lower themselves.
This made people curious about which important person could command such respect from the big shots.
The magnificent reception hall was full of leaders who were drunk and unconscious.
The important guest, however, was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, the door to the west wing was pushed open from the outside.
Aiden quickly stood up, and everyone in the room turned their attention to the man who had suddenly appeared.
He had an impressive height, wearing a black shirt with two buttons undone, exuding laziness, but what caught the eye was his flawless appearance.
Unfortunately, his aura was so strong that anyone who met his gaze quickly looked away.
As soon as Richard sat down, someone came over to offer him a cigarette. His long fingers held it, and the strong scent of perfume in the room gave him a headache. He waved his hand.
"Get out."
"Don't be so boring," Aiden said, putting his arm around his companion's shoulder with a half-squinted smile. "Even if we're talking business, let's do it in a pleasant way."
"Why don't you finish your fun first?" Richard looked at his watch. "I'll come back in a minute."
Aiden's face turned pale for a moment, but after a few seconds, he relaxed and said, "In business, it's better to stay on good terms and not embarrass anyone."
He gestured to his companion, who immediately followed his cue and left.
Richard flicked the ash from his cigarette and smirked, "I thought you were already cured."
Aiden didn't expect Richard to continue to provoke him, but he couldn't get angry. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is the L25 bidding information."
Richard took the file, flipping through it casually, the paper rustling gently.
The cigarette never made it to his lips as he kept tapping it.
Aiden said, "You left the military district early, didn't you just come for this piece of land?"
Richard raised an eyebrow, his gaze unintentionally drifting toward the window. He saw a couple tangled in a conversation.
The girl was polite and respectful, while the man was persistent.
After a moment, the girl's delicate face started to resemble someone else's.
Richard glanced again.
Tch, it really was his older brother's nightingale.
In San Francisco, everyone knew that the always cold and aloof daughter of The Green family had married a crippled man from a wealthy family. Three years into the marriage, she remained childless, and outsiders mocked her, saying she was still a virgin. But no one knew- For three years, she had been unable to sleep every single night. Due to a car accident, a top billionaire became disabled, and his lover left for abroad. Cathy had no choice but to marry Lucas, being his wife at night and his caretaker during the day. Until one day, there was hope for his legs to recover, and his first love returned. Cathy overheard him saying that he would definitely divorce her. Cathy fulfilled her duty and took good care of him. Since he wanted a divorce, she turned and left without hesitation. Three years of marriage? She considered them a moment of misplaced responsibility-just a good deed to make up for the past.
For the three years he was my live-in husband, there was no physical contact between us. He was like my most loyal butler, servant, and caretaker. But when he became my financial backer, we were intimate all the time, indulging in passion every night. "I've been thinking about you for a long time..." In the darkness of the night, the man kissed me recklessly. He was my live-in husband. Thus, as the precious daughter of a wealthy family, I had no choice but to let this destitute man marry into my family and become my husband. Out of resentment, I humiliated him repeatedly, mistreated him, and even resorted to physical abuse. Yet, he never got angry, always maintaining the appearance of an obedient and gentle man. But just as I was slowly falling for him, he suddenly asked me for a divorce. The once gentle and submissive man turned into a cunning and terrifying figure overnight. In an instant, my family fell into ruin, while he rose to power. The man I once trampled underfoot had transformed into my financial backer.
The Tragic Fate of Alex, the Rise of Diana The head of the top US consortium, Alex, met an untimely demise, and all his assets were transferred to Diana. The real heiress of The White Family was found after eighteen years. Yet, everyone mocked her, calling her uncultured, useless, and nothing more than a pretty vase. However, at the wedding of the century, when the wife of the young head of The Smith Family was revealed to be none other than the "vase" Diana, the socialites of New York City were left pounding their chests in disbelief-How could she deserve this?! After Alex's death, Diana not only had to face the covetous gazes of The Smith Family but also play the role of a leader among various powerful organizations. Alex's subordinates assured her, "We will handle everything; you just need to sit on the throne." But later... When Diana was in danger, she wielded a gun, stepping on her enemy with a dazzling smile, "Be good, and I'll give you a quick death." When her loved ones fell ill, the legendary medical master personally visited and admitted-she was Diana's senior disciple! The renowned racing legend willingly became Diana's personal driver, calling her "Boss" at every turn. Alex's subordinates were in utter disbelief, "Wasn't she supposed to be a weak little white flower, a soft and obedient golden canary?!" But Alex wasn't entirely dead. When his consciousness awakened, he found himself soul-bound to a plush doll-one that Diana had designed in his likeness. Now, he not only had to endure being dressed and undressed by Diana but also be at her mercy, bathed and squeezed in her hands... Watching her reveal one hidden identity after another, Alex was utterly dumbfounded. Even the woman he admired and respected the most-was her?! [Mini Theater 1] Alex, now in plush doll form, was held against Diana's soft, snowy chest as she stood before a mirror. Staring at his own ridiculously extravagant appearance, his expression cracked- "Is this really how she sees me in her heart?!" Diana's fingers teasingly unfastened his tiny clothes, one button at a time. Alex shut his eyes, his mind filled with only one thought- "I want to die." [Mini Theater 2] Diana stared at the dust-covered plush doll, frowning, "My doll is precious-I have to wash it myself." Alex's inner monologue, "Stay away from me!" After an intense round of scrubbing and kneading, his soul burned with shame, his spirit flushed red, on the verge of tears. Diana, completely satisfied, gave him a kiss-he turned even redder... They said Alex had a cleanliness obsession, high standards, and was impossible to please. But now? He felt that... maybe staying dirty wasn't so bad after all. [Mini Theater 3] Once back in his real body, Alex trapped Diana against the wall, his gaze burning as he questioned, "You took so much advantage of me, destroyed my innocence-how are you going to repay me?" Diana's eyes gleamed mischievously. "That bad, huh? How about you cry for me first?" Alex, "..."
He is aloof and abstinent; she is wild and unrestrained. For revenge, she meticulously approaches him, shamelessly flirts with him, and cunningly schemes against him. She disrupts his engagement party, drives away his first love, and repeatedly steps on his bottom line. One late night, he corners her against the wall. "Rose, what other tricks do you have that I don't know about?" And just like that, she barges into his world, does whatever she pleases, and drags him down from his pedestal step by step until she completely devours him... Upon returning home, Rose discovers that the wealthy man who just gave her a sky-high breakup fee is actually her half-sister's fiancé... He broke up with her because he got engaged to her half-sister. To make matters worse, Rose's biological mother had also met her tragic fate because of her half-sister's mother. Now, the grudge is set in stone...
At first sight, in order to create a bond with Angela, Frances risked his life and deliberately staged a car accident. Angela was the adopted daughter of the Moore family. On the night she was kicked out of the house, her fiancé was already on the entertainment headlines, holding her sister in his arms. Later, Angela was caught up in endless scandals because she had gotten involved with the most powerful man. Everyone mocked her, saying she was nothing more than Mr. William's fleeting amusement. Little did they know that from the moment Frances first laid eyes on her, he had only one thought-to steal her away! To take her from the hands of her fiancé. Everyone was waiting to see Angela make a fool of herself, deliberately asking about her relationship with Frances. He merely smiled and said, "Perhaps I haven't tried hard enough. After being married for so long, Mrs. Williams still refuses to acknowledge me publicly and give me a proper title." That night, the air was damp. Angela was breathless as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. His breath was scorching. "Mrs. Williams, have I tried hard enough?" Angela gritted her teeth. He was trying... far too hard!
Andy, staring at the man in front of her, felt her mind go blank, oddly thirsty. Her body instinctively leaned into his, subconsciously craving more, yet with an undercurrent of nervousness and unease. "Andy, are you going to pay for me?" Andy wrapped her arms tighter around his neck, the pressure increasing, suppressing the sounds rising from her throat. "I'll give you a discount." Charlie's body was solid, like a silent presence enveloping her, mixed with a familiar and intoxicating scent. "Charlie, you didn't turn off the light..." Now tinted with desire, his features remained striking, yet their invasiveness seemed to intensify. "Turn off the light?" His voice was deep, tinged with a trace of amusement. "Then how would you still see me?" The story begins with Andy, curious to finally see the legendary, breathtakingly beautiful star of the club. To her surprise, the irresistibly charming "star" turns out to be the owner of the club. Yet, she bluntly states her intention to pay for his company. Charlie, "This is a club, not a brothel." Later, by a twist of fate, Andy ends up sharing an apartment with Charlie, a high school classmate she once rejected. Their peaceful routine comes to an end one night when Andy learns from Charlie that she has been sleepwalking recently. Feeling a little embarrassed and unsure how to react, Andy asks, "Last night was the first time you saw me sleepwalking, right?" Charlie replies lazily, "There was another time." Andy falls silent for two seconds before hesitantly asking, "Did I... do anything?" "You suddenly ran out and hugged me." "?" Charlie raises an eyebrow and casually adds, "And you kissed me, touching me over."
The dream of everyone with regards to marriage is to be able to find that special someone and settle down with them. Even arranged marriages grant you an opportunity to meet your partner briefly before the wedding. How will you feel about waking up in the morning with someone sleeping next to you who is not just anyone but your legally married partner yet with no memory of how that had happened in just a few hours of going out the previous day? This is the story of Jason Haward and Julia Harrison, two strangers trapped in a marriage they never planned. The quest to find out why led to the unfolding of a mystery which made them realize they are both living a lie. To find out more, read this amazing story of love, betrayal, revenge and murder.
Three years ago, Cecilia was left battered and alone by the man she loved most, Alston, yet she bravely completed the wedding ceremony while pregnant. Three years later, although they were married, they grew apart over time. Cecilia focused on her career, no longer foolishly believing in love. But her transformation instantly threw Alston into a panic... And what is the secret from 11 years ago that Cecilia has always been reluctant to reveal? *** "She went to a law firm, met with a lawyer..." A lawyer? Is Cecilia suing someone? Who? Is there any recent litigation against the company? Alston suddenly chuckled coldly, "Who could she sue? I'm the CEO of this company. How come such a matter doesn't come to me first?" The assistant swallowed nervously, speaking softly, "Sir, there's no litigation against the company. She met with... a divorce lawyer."
Kara Martin was known as Miss Perfect. She was a beauty with good personality and successful career. Unfortunately, her life changed at one night. She was accused of adultery, losing her job, and abandoned by her fiance. The arrogant man who slept with her did not want to take responsibility. He even threatened to kill her if they met again. What's worse, Kara was pregnant with twins and she chose to give birth to them. Four and a half years later, Kara returned to work at a large company. As the secretary, she would frequently face their notorious CEO. Kara thought it wouldn't be a problem, but as it turned out ... the CEO was the father of the twins!
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."
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. .
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”