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The entire social circle knew that Anna, the eldest daughter of The Jones family, was a hopeless simp. Back in the day, Albert had married her under family pressure, but even after five years of marriage, he found her so repulsive that he wouldn't spare her a glance. To avoid her, he often stayed out late into the night. On their wedding anniversary, Anna discovered that her scumbag husband was cheating on her. That night, she did the craziest thing she had ever done-she got drunk and slept with a man who had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and devastatingly handsome looks. After a night of passion, Anna casually transferred $500,000 to him as a "tip" and left without looking back. Later, at a banquet, she witnessed the elites and power players of high society fawning over the very man she had slept with, showing him the utmost respect. It was only then that she realized-he was none other than the legendary, untouchable, and fearsome billionaire, the wealthiest man in New York City! Anna instantly knew she had messed with the wrong person. She turned and tried to flee, only to be cornered against the wall by the noble and aloof man. His eyes were tinged with red, his expression full of grievance as he said, "You slept with me, so now you have to take responsibility!" ... Albert had always wanted to rid himself of Anna. However, after their divorce, he gradually realized how irreplaceable she was. It wasn't until he saw her gazing at that billionaire with tenderness and affection that he completely lost his mind. Regret consumed him as he fell to his knees, begging for reconciliation. But before he could get close, the billionaire kicked him away and warned coldly: "If you dare lay a finger on my woman again, I'll make sure your entire Smith family is buried along with you!"
[Your husband isn't home on your anniversary. Doesn't feel great, does it?]
[Despised by your husband, left alone for five years-how do you even tolerate it?]
[Aren't you curious who the person you're waiting for is with right now?]
...
Sitting at the dining table, Anna received several friend requests from a stranger. Just as she was about to block the unfamiliar profile picture, another message popped up.
[I'm pregnant. The baby is Albert's.]
Anna froze, her entire body trembling uncontrollably. Her face turned deathly pale, and her tightly pressed lips instantly bled from being bitten too hard.
After a long silence, she accepted the friend request.
Opening the woman's Facebook, she found only a dozen posts, the earliest dating back four months.
Every post was a collage of photos-either flaunting love, luxury brands, fine dining, or picturesque views-yet none of them revealed her face.
Anna carefully examined each post, enlarging the pictures one by one. Soon, she noticed something unusual in one of the extravagant meal photos-the reflection in a wine glass showed a man wearing a Richard Mille limited edition watch.
There were only ten of these watches in the world. Albert owned one, and it was the watch he wore most frequently.
Matching it with Albert's late nights out, Anna instantly realized the truth-every night he didn't come home, he was with this woman.
She opened the chat, about to type a message, when the woman sent her a location pin.
Anna glanced at the meticulously prepared dishes on the table, her gaze turning cold. They were just like her relationship with Albert-appearing lavish on the surface, but long since gone cold.
Without hesitation, she grabbed her keys and drove to the club.
Standing outside the private suite of a high-end club, Anna stared at the closed door, her heart pounding violently.
She knew that the moment she pushed this door open, there would be no turning back for her and Albert.
Just as her hand touched the doorknob, she heard voices inside.
"Damn, Albert, you're going too far! Hands all over her while we're still here?"
"Seriously! Broad daylight, and you're putting on an 18+ show here? Gross! Take your wife home for that!"
"I've known Albert for years, but I've never seen him this invested in a woman before. Must be true love!"
The voices belonged to Albert's usual drinking buddies. Anna clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms.
Then, a delicate, sugary voice drifted out:
"You guys just love teasing me. What wife? I'm just an unacknowledged mistress."
Anna's eyes darkened. So it was her-the rising starlet, Alice.
A cool, slightly stern male voice cut in: "You should know your place. Albert has a wife. They had a family-arranged marriage-he won't divorce her."
Anna's brows arched slightly. Dante? He's back from abroad?
"Dante always speaks so harshly. Alice, don't take it personally. Albert's heart and body belong to you-who cares about a meaningless title?"
"Exactly! We all know his wife is just a decorative piece. If she weren't so obedient and easy to manipulate, Albert would've kicked her out long ago."
"Jackie, watch your mouth!"
"Dante, what's with the attitude? Everyone at our university knew about the disgraceful thing that Jones family heiress did. Albert was already being generous by agreeing to marry her. You really think he'd ever touch her?"
A heavy silence fell over the room as the man realized his slip-up.
After a moment, a familiar voice spoke:
"Dante, you sure seem protective of her. But I've long since gotten sick of looking at her face. If you don't mind filth, I wouldn't mind handing her over to you."
"Albert, watch your words!"
A wave of sorrow washed over Anna. She had heard enough.
She turned around and walked away from the club, her steps light but her heart heavy.
3 AM.
Albert returned home to find Anna sitting at the dining table with the untouched meal before her. He took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over a chair.
Loosening his tie, he spoke indifferently, "I already ate. I told you not to wait up if it's late."
"Of course you're full-you've already had your fill outside."
Anna lifted her gaze nonchalantly, her words carrying a double meaning.
Albert gave her a brief glance, assuming she was just sulking because he hadn't spent their anniversary with her.
He pulled out a delicately wrapped box from his pocket and placed it on the table. "Happy fifth anniversary. I was busy at a business dinner and forgot to reply to your messages. I still have work to do, so I'll sleep in the study tonight."
With that, he turned and strode upstairs.
Anna watched his retreating figure, the light in her eyes dimming little by little.
She opened the box. Inside was a Tiffany Love bracelet-one size too big.
She chuckled self-deprecatingly. Albert had never bothered to truly know her.
As dawn approached, Anna left the dining table and began packing her things.
She had lived in this house for five years, yet everything she took with her fit into a single suitcase.
She didn't pack any of the expensive bags and jewelry Albert had given her. Since they were never given with sincerity, there was no need to keep them.
Morning.
Albert came downstairs and saw Anna cooking breakfast as usual. Sitting at the table, he sneered inwardly.
She was so desperate to cling to him.
After the Jones family fell from grace, she had given up her promising career to be a housewife. Every morning, she woke up early to cook for him, but he had never been moved-he only looked down on her more.
When the final dish was placed on the table, Albert spoke indifferently, "The maid could do this too. Why go through the trouble?"
Anna gazed at him-the man in his crisp white shirt and tailored trousers. He was strikingly handsome, exuding an air of nobility. Despite being utterly heartless, he remained dazzling.
After a few seconds of silence, she sat down and spoke calmly, "This is the last breakfast I'm making for you."
Albert's hand, reaching for the porridge, paused briefly before he brushed it off. "Glad you finally understand."
"I do." Anna pushed the bowl toward him, her gaze unwavering. "Let's get a divorce."
Albert sipped his seafood porridge, raising an amused brow. "What did you just say?"
Anna repeated firmly, "I said, let's get a divorce."
Albert didn't even blink. He wiped his mouth with a napkin, his voice detached. "You sure? I don't take back what I throw away."
Anna met his oppressive gaze and smiled faintly. "Neither do I."
"Fine. Just don't come crawling back later." Albert scoffed, rising from the table and slamming the door behind him. Moments later, the roar of his car engine filled the air.
Anna remained at the table, calmly finishing her meal.
She had eaten too many cold meals alone in this house. But today, she didn't feel sad at all.
Before leaving, she changed into a stunning black dress, applied flawless makeup, and let her long hair down.
Looking in the mirror, she smiled.
Then, she grabbed her suitcase and strode downstairs.
At the door, she placed her car keys on the entryway table. The luxury sports car Albert had gifted her for their engagement-she was returning it.
Stepping outside, she glanced back at the hilltop mansion one last time.
A sense of relief washed over her.
Just then, her phone screen lit up-it was a message from Peter, her mentor from France.
[Anna, I'm returning home to compete. You were always the best among us-are you really not going to enter?]
[Oh, and I heard Emily will be competing too.]
Anna's eyelashes quivered. Memories she had buried for years resurfaced in an instant.
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."
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
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After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”