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My grandfather once saved the life of an elderly patriarch from a top wealthy family. When my grandfather passed away, the wealthy old man honored their agreement and arranged for me to become the fiancée of his heir, Justin. Justin was a notorious playboy, but this engagement was my grandfather's dying wish. So, I moved into Justin's home. Justin's sister, Nancy, was engaged to Alexander, the wealthiest man in the elite circle. However, Nancy looked down on me as her future sister-in-law at every turn. But when Alexander was blinded in a car accident, Nancy immediately had a one-night stand with another wealthy heir and married him in haste. And so, I became Alexander's substitute bride... A car accident left the heir of the most powerful family blind. Not only was his engagement called off, but he was also forced to marry an adopted daughter as a mere substitute. Rumors said that his new wife was uneducated, lacked taste, and had no personality-a "three-no" product. But little did they know, she was a brilliant doctor. Just three days after marrying into the family, she miraculously cured Alexander's blindness. Not only did she win the affection of his entire family, but she also firmly secured her place as the young mistress of the household. As they spent more time together, Alexander gradually discovered that his wife was an incredible hidden gem. He lost interest in work and became obsessed with spoiling his wife day and night. The small clinic he had set up for her to pass the time unexpectedly became famous far and wide. Even high-profile figures had to wait in line for an appointment... Meanwhile, as her husband, Alexander found himself needing to book a slot just to catch a glimpse of his own wife...
Rebecca gazed at the wedding chamber, feeling as if she were in a dream.
Just like that, she had married into Boston's most powerful family, becoming the wife of The Harody family's heir-Alexander.
A month ago, Nancy had been flaunting her impending status as Boston's first lady, claiming that she would make every woman in the city cry with envy.
But fate had other plans.
A week ago, Alexander was involved in an accident that left him blind.
To avoid offending The Harody family, The Campbell family proceeded with the wedding as planned.
However, the bride had been secretly swapped for Rebecca, an orphan whom The Campbell family had raised in the shadows for four years.
The sound of the door opening made Rebecca tense up. She turned toward the man entering the room, holding her breath for a moment...
Alexander had already discarded his heavy wedding attire, now dressed in just a simple white shirt and black trousers.
His appearance had always been a mystery in Boston.
Some said he was terrifying, like the Grim Reaper himself.
Others claimed he was a man of unparalleled beauty, breathtaking beyond words.
As Rebecca took in his impossibly refined features, she barely dared to breathe.
"I can help you," she offered, knowing that he relied on touch to navigate due to his blindness.
"No need." The man's tone was cold and unfriendly.
Standing three meters away from her, his expression was frosty.
"The Campbell family sure knows how to scheme. The moment I went blind, they sent you as a disposable substitute."
Rebecca felt a twinge of guilt and lowered her head without a word. The wedding dress she wore now felt almost mocking.
She hadn't wanted this either. But The Campbell family had bound her with the weight of their so-called kindness, leaving her with no escape.
"You don't want this either, do you?" he suddenly changed his tone.
Rebecca instinctively looked up. "That's right. I didn't have a choice."
Alexander let out a cold chuckle. "At least you're honest. Not a hypocrite."
"But it doesn't matter. Whether it's you or Nancy, the result is the same."
His marriage to Nancy had always been a business alliance-there was never any love between them.
Nancy had some beauty, but Alexander had never been the kind of man who cared about looks.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"Rebecca," she replied softly.
"How long have you been with The Campbell family?"
"Four years."
"Why did they take you in?"
Rebecca hesitated but decided to tell the truth.
She knew that in powerful families like his, anything could be investigated easily.
"My grandfather once saved Mr. Old Campbell's life. He promised my grandfather that his grandson would marry me."
"Oh? So you were Justin's fiancée first? Did he willingly let you marry me?" Alexander sneered.
"Justin never wanted me. I know my place."
"How old are you?"
Alexander, perhaps tired of standing, fumbled his way to the master bedroom's sofa and sat down casually.
"Twenty-two."
"Are you still in school?"
After a long pause, Rebecca answered slowly, "I never went to school."
"What? Never? Don't tell me you didn't even go to kindergarten?"
Rebecca awkwardly tugged at the hem of her dress. "No."
"Hah. Interesting. Very interesting."
Alexander looked genuinely surprised.
"I never thought that my wife would be an illiterate woman. How amusing."
Rebecca couldn't sit still at his mockery. She stood up, took a deep breath, and said,
"You don't have to ridicule me. I'm only here because The Campbell family ordered me to marry you. And your family didn't object to the switch either. After all, someone was still willing to marry a blind man like you, wasn't she?"
She continued, "If you're that unhappy with me, we can get a divorce anytime. Write up the papers now, and I'll leave immediately."
"Do you really think you have an escape route?" Alexander raised a brow.
"Then do you think you still have a choice?" Rebecca shot back, refusing to back down.
For a moment, silence filled the room.
Then Alexander let out a low chuckle.
"Uneducated, but sharp-tongued."
Rebecca didn't respond. The truth was, if she hadn't been desperate to leave The Campbell family after four miserable years, she wouldn't have agreed to this marriage so easily.
Just as Alexander had said-did she have another choice? Of course, she did.
But not yet.
Not until she found what she was looking for.
"You sleep on the bed. I'll take the couch," Alexander said, his tone indifferent yet still carrying a hint of gentlemanly decorum.
"No need. This is your house. I'll sleep on the couch," Rebecca replied, standing up. The golden crown on her head made a soft sound as it shifted.
"Do as you please. I'm going to take a shower." He got up and started feeling his way toward the bathroom.
Rebecca hesitated before asking, "Do you need help?"
She had meant it practically-after all, the man was blind.
But Alexander interpreted it very differently.
"Oh? Sure," he said, suddenly playful.
Rebecca's face instantly turned red, though thankfully, he couldn't see it.
"I meant in case you fall in the bathroom. If something happens to you, I'll be held responsible. Don't misunderstand."
"So, are you going to wash me yourself?" he teased.
"If you don't mind, I certainly can." She refused to back down.
"Okay, then come in."
Rebecca froze, momentarily caught off guard.
"You can still back out now," Alexander smirked, sensing her hesitation.
Back out? As if. It was just a bath.
"Who's afraid of who?" she muttered, stepping inside the bathroom. Out of caution, she left the door slightly ajar.
"Are you going to undress me, or should I do it myself?"
Alexander's words made Rebecca freeze in awkwardness once again.
This man... he was doing it on purpose!
She took a deep breath and asked coolly, "Mr. Harody, you're blind, not paralyzed, right?"
"Fair point. I'll do it myself," he chuckled, shrugging off his jacket and dress shirt.
Immediately, his well-defined eight-pack abs came into view...
Rebecca whipped her head around, her fair cheeks tinged with pink.
Sensing her embarrassment, Alexander smirked.
"Just adjust the water temperature. Then you can leave."
He had only been teasing her-he had no real intention of keeping her inside.
Relieved, Rebecca quickly bent down to adjust the faucet.
In her haste, she accidentally brushed against his leg as he stepped into the tub.
The next moment-
Splash!
They both lost their balance and fell into the bathtub together!
Rebecca landed on top of him, her palm pressing firmly against his bare chest...
Under her fingertips, she could feel the smooth skin and the firm ridges of his muscles-along with two hardened points.
For someone with zero experience, Rebecca was momentarily stunned.
"Sir, Madam, I brought you some soup-"
A maid appeared at the bathroom door, only to be greeted by the shocking sight.
"Ahh! Sir! Madam! I-I'm so sorry!"
Panicked, the maid placed the tray on the table and fled.
The two inside the tub were left in an even more awkward predicament.
"How long do you plan on staying on top of me?" Alexander raised a brow, voice laced with amusement. "Didn't you say you didn't want this marriage? What, changed your mind after seeing me?"
Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Don't flatter yourself! Sure, your body's nice, but who knows if it's just for show?"
She tried to pull her hand back.
But Alexander grabbed her wrist.
"You're the first woman to mock me. Interesting. Want me to prove you wrong right now?"
"Let go of me! ...Wait."
As she struggled, her fingers accidentally brushed against his arm-her brows furrowed.
"Alexander, are you sure your blindness was caused by the accident?"
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."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
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."
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?
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.