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When Bella unexpectedly became pregnant, her boyfriend's first love happened to return to the country. The two grew close again, leaving Bella as the laughingstock of the industry. Everyone said that Megan, the fake heiress of The Hunter family, was exceptionally talented, like the bright moon in the sky, while the real heiress, Bella, was worthless-nothing more than dirt beneath their feet. What they didn't know was that the mastermind behind The Hunter family's powerful empire was Bella. The reason why The Hunter family members became renowned fashion designers, famous directors, celebrated singers, and popular idols was all because of Bella. Yet, when Bella was betrayed during her pregnancy, they forced her to marry a completely paralyzed man in exchange for benefits. Later, when Bella's true identity was revealed, The Hunter family regretted everything. Her ex-boyfriend even came to her in tears. "I know I was wrong. Please forgive me, for the sake of the child, okay?" At that moment, a cold voice rang out. "My child has nothing to do with you." Eugene, the powerful and ruthless head of The Scott family, a man who made countless socialites swoon, walked over and wrapped his arm around Bella's waist, his tone intimate. "Bella, let's go home."
"Miss Hunter, you're pregnant."
Bella widened her eyes in disbelief and stared at the doctor. "How is that possible?"
She had never been intimate with a man. Even after dating her boyfriend for three years, the most they had done was hold hands. How could she be pregnant?
"Doctor, could there be a mistake?"
The doctor handed her the test results. "The results are accurate. The baby is already one month old. Come back for a follow-up next Wednesday."
Holding the test report, Bella walked downstairs in a daze, feeling as if she were in a dream.
It wasn't until her phone rang that she snapped back to reality.
"Bella, Brother Giselle's birthday party is about to start. Why aren't you here yet?"
Hearing her boyfriend's name, she suddenly remembered something.
A little over a month ago, she had attended a business banquet with Giselle. The event ended late, and she had drunk quite a bit. That night, she had stayed in a hotel.
It was Giselle who took her to her room. She had been drunk and had little memory of that night.
Could it have happened then? Had they crossed the line that night?
With this possibility in mind, Bella couldn't wait to find him and ask for the truth.
The First Class Club was located in a prime commercial district. When Bella pushed open the private room's door, the people inside were laughing and cheering.
She froze.
Giselle stood in the center of the room with a girl, the two of them surrounded by their friends. Their actions were intimate and ambiguous.
The girl was holding Giselle's arm, a little cream on her face, making her look even more charming under the warm yellow lights.
Bella frowned slightly.
The girl's name was Julia. She and Giselle had been childhood sweethearts. Four years ago, she had gone abroad to chase her dreams and true love.
The room was lively, and someone suddenly spoke.
"Brother Giselle, now that Julia is back, what about Bella?"
"Hah! What's Bella's status? If she weren't clinging to him, would Brother Giselle even look at her?"
At these words, all eyes turned to Giselle.
The man was handsome, leaning lazily against the sofa, his fingers gripping a wine glass with effortless elegance.
He replied casually, "She's just a friend. I never took her seriously."
Bella felt as if she had been plunged into ice.
So this was how he saw her?
She had given her whole heart to someone who, in the eyes of others, saw her as nothing but a clingy burden.
The man who had once whispered sweet words to her had never truly considered her his girlfriend.
Bella's heart clenched painfully.
She stumbled back a step and accidentally bumped into the door, making a small sound.
At once, all eyes in the room turned to her.
Seeing who it was, Giselle's gaze flickered for a brief moment.
Bella stood at the doorway, her face pale.
She met Giselle's eyes, but there was no fluctuation in his deep gaze-not even the slightest trace of guilt or regret.
Her fingers clenched tightly. She asked in a trembling voice, "What you just said... is it true?"
Giselle chuckled at her stunned expression. "What else would it be?"
The people around them exchanged glances and laughed mockingly.
"She really thought just because she followed Brother Giselle around every day, she was his girlfriend?"
"People should know their place. Families like ours care about status and background..."
"But don't be discouraged, Miss Hunter. With your looks, plenty of men would be happy to play with you."
The unscrupulous laughter around her cut through Bella like knives, making her entire body tremble with anger.
She stared at Giselle's indifferent smile, her eyes burning with unshed tears.
Clenching her teeth, she dug her nails into her palms, using the pain to steady herself.
Three years of memories flashed through her mind like a slideshow.
After a brief moment of silence, she picked up a wine glass from the table and threw it at him.
Scarlet liquid splashed over Giselle's head, dripping down his handsome face. His smile disappeared instantly, replaced by fury. The room fell into dead silence.
"Ah!" Julia shrieked. "Bella, are you crazy?"
Bella threw the glass to the floor, making everyone jump.
"Giselle, from this moment on, we are finished. We have nothing to do with each other anymore."
Though this scene caught her off guard, some things had to be cut off without hesitation.
With those words, she turned and left without a second thought.
Bang!
The loud sound of the door slamming shut left the room in eerie silence.
Giselle stared at the door in disbelief.
Bella... how dare she?
Someone nervously broke the silence.
"That woman is terrifying when she's jealous..."
"I guarantee she'll come crawling back in a few days. Everyone knows she's obsessed with Brother Giselle."
"Yeah, Brother Giselle, don't go soft when she comes begging you."
Giselle's expression darkened but softened slightly at their words.
Right. Bella liked him so much-what she said earlier was just out of anger.
Julia looked at him with concern. "Brother Giselle, your clothes are all stained. Do you want to change?"
Giselle brushed her hand away and suppressed the inexplicable irritation rising in his chest. "I'm fine."
Bella would definitely come back to him once she calmed down.
Outside, Bella leaned against the wall.
She had never imagined that the love she had devoted herself to would end in such a ridiculous manner.
She didn't know how much time passed.
Only when a dull ache spread in her lower abdomen did she suddenly remember-
In the chaos, she had forgotten to ask Giselle about that night.
Instinctively, she placed a hand on her abdomen, staring at the floor in a daze.
This child... came at the wrong time.
Feeling weak, Bella left the club, her thoughts a tangled mess as she made her way home.
She passed through the courtyard and pushed open the grand entrance.
The opulent crystal chandelier cast a dazzling glow on the floor, and the house was filled with laughter.
"Mom, I specially ordered this bird's nest from abroad. It's great for beauty and health. Try some."
"You're always so thoughtful, Megan."
Her mother and her sister, Megan, were chatting warmly. Her three older brothers sat nearby, looking relaxed and harmonious.
Bella glanced at them and quietly bent down to change her shoes, her heart as still as water.
Her father, Blake, noticed her. "Why are you home so late?"
At the sound of her name, Bella's mother and Megan turned to look at her, making the atmosphere slightly tense.
Her mother remained indifferent and said nothing.
Her eldest and second brothers greeted her briefly, while her fourth brother only glanced up before returning to his phone.
Bella was used to this kind of neglect. "I got held up."
Blake didn't press further. Instead, he spoke with a serious expression.
"You remember our family's marriage agreement with The Scott family, right? Both families have decided it's time to fulfill it. Given Eugene's current condition, your sister obviously can't marry him. You'll take her place."
His words struck Bella like a bolt of lightning.
"A month ago, Eugene Scott, the head of The Scott family, was in a car accident and fell into a vegetative state. The best doctors in the world couldn't wake him up... and now you want me to marry him instead of Megan?"
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."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
Betrayed by her mate and sister on the eve of her wedding, Makenna was handed to the ruthless Lycan Princes as a lover, her indifferent father ignoring her plight. Determined to escape and seek revenge, she captured the interest of the three Lycan princes, who desired her exclusively amid many admirers. This complicated her plans, trapping her and making her a rival to the future Lycan queen. Entwined in jealousy and vindictiveness, could Makenna achieve her vengeance in the intricate dance with the three princes?