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, "..."
[Breaking News]
At approximately 22,18 tonight, a private jet lost contact mid-flight and crashed into the Pacific Ocean. It has been confirmed that the aircraft belonged to The Smith Family Consortium and was carrying three passengers and nine crew members at the time of the accident. Among them was Alex, the head of The Smith Family Consortium...
The news spread like wildfire, immediately topping the trending charts and remaining a heated topic.
Diana stared at her phone screen, exhaustion evident in her delicate features. Her lips were deathly pale, and her slightly curled fingers clenched so tightly that her pink fingertips turned icy white. Her hands trembled from the sheer force of her grip.
She struggled to suppress the turbulent emotions surging within her. Her gaze swept over the messy items on the table, and one by one, she gathered them up and carefully stowed them under the bed.
Half an hour later, Jackson rushed in, disregarding all formalities as he rudely shook her awake.
Choking back his sobs, he said,
"Madam, the news of Sir's accident has been confirmed... My deepest condolences."
Boom-
A bolt of purple-red lightning streaked across the night sky, piercing through the curtains and casting a blinding white glow on Diana's face. Her fair skin looked even paler and more ghostly under the light.
Her complexion was ghastly, dark circles under her eyes betraying her exhaustion. She still wore a thin white nightgown, her long, wavy hair cascading in soft disarray around her shoulders, adding a fragile beauty to her appearance.
Her youthful and delicate face was as exquisite as a limited-edition porcelain doll, her innocent demeanor stirring a strong protective instinct in others.
Her thick, raven-like lashes trembled, her fragile, pitiful form radiating helplessness. Her voice quivered as she spoke,
"Did they recover the body?"
Jackson, the chief secretary, felt his throat tighten.
He shook his head, trying to compose himself and responded in a professional tone,
"I've already contacted the rescue team to assist in recovering the victims' remains. However, it's hard to say when we will be able to find Sir's body."
He paused before reaching into his suit pocket and taking out an item wrapped in white cloth.
"Madam, this was left to you by Sir."
Diana turned her head slightly. Jackson had already pulled back the white cloth, revealing a white jade seal adorned with golden edges.
It was Alex's personal seal.
"According to the will, all of his assets, including The Smith Family Consortium, Shadow Pavilion, and all associated forces, will be inherited by you."
Diana bit her lip, her eyes flashing with a sharp glint as she reached out to take the seal.
After listening to Jackson's words, she lifted her head, her expression momentarily blank. A few seconds later, she finally heard her own voice, sounding utterly disbelieving,
"What... forces did you just mention?"
"Sir had already prepared a will when you married," Jackson stated solemnly, pulling out a document he had prepared in advance. "Sir's intention was for you to inherit all of his organizations and industries. This document contains the full details."
Diana accepted the file from his hands. The first page was Alex's handwritten will.
His elegant, charismatic script was unmistakable-she recognized it instantly.
The stack of papers that followed detailed Alex's entire empire.
As Diana flipped through them one by one, her usually graceful and composed demeanor faltered. For the first time in her two years of marriage, her mind went blank, and she almost ripped the pages apart in shock. A complex mix of emotions flashed across her stunning face, her expression slowly fracturing.
She never expected Alex to leave all of his power to her.
But even more shocking-she never realized how deep this man's secrets ran!
Shadow Pavilion, Nether Sky... even Asura Island belonged to him?!
Diana trembled, unsure whether it was out of fury or pure astonishment.
Two years of marriage, and she had never noticed a thing!
To Jackson, however, her trembling body and widened eyes seemed like a natural reaction of helplessness-a grieving widow, suddenly burdened with an immense responsibility, feeling utterly lost.
But now was not the time to panic. Handling Sir's passing was the most urgent priority.
He straightened his posture, his expression serious as he said,
"Madam, you must stay strong! My team and I will assist you in handling Sir's affairs, ensuring you successfully inherit everything."
Diana's long lashes fluttered, her almond-shaped eyes glistening with unshed tears. She whispered weakly,
"How... can I possibly shoulder all of this?"
She looked like a fragile white flower, trembling in the wind, as if she might collapse at any moment.
Jackson's heart softened.
"Madam, rest assured. We will handle everything. You only need to be a figurehead."
Diana's lowered gaze darkened slightly.
As expected, Alex wouldn't hand over everything so easily.
While she mocked him internally, she showed no emotion on her face. Instead, she maintained her heartbroken expression.
She lifted her gaze, tears spilling down like shattered pearls, her tear-drenched eyes radiating determination.
"Secretary Jackson, you must protect Alex's legacy!"
Jackson nodded solemnly. From this angle, he could see the tear droplets clinging to her dark lashes, shimmering in the dim light.
This accident had caught them completely off guard.
Had Alex not been so far-sighted, preparing everything in advance, Jackson wouldn't even know where to begin.
"Madam, it's late. You should get some rest."
Diana barely held back a yawn, but she forced herself to stay awake.
"Something this major just happened to Alex. How can I possibly sleep..." she covered her mouth, sobbing softly.
Two years of marriage had trained her to be stoic and unreadable, yet now, she openly wept in sorrow.
Seeing this, Jackson's eyes turned red, his nose stinging. Once again, he felt how deeply devoted Madam was to Sir.
He quietly stepped out, leaving her to grieve alone.
Diana locked the bedroom door and slowly walked inside.
The grief-stricken despair on her face faded like ripples on water.
She carefully put away the seal, then casually tossed the documents onto the bed before clicking her tongue,
"I never expected you to hide so much."
For the first time, Diana felt lucky about this marriage.
Three years ago, she was reunited with her biological parents, only to return home and discover an imposter had taken her place.
The moment she stepped in, Mrs. White warned her,
"Alice has been with us for eighteen years. Our bond won't change just because you're back."
Despite being the real heiress, she was treated like an outsider.
The elite circles mocked her, calling her an uneducated, talentless country girl-a useless vase.
Even Mrs. White eventually gave up on her, spewing cruel words, making her an outcast in her own home.
Heartbroken, Diana accepted Alex's proposal without hesitation.
From the outside, they seemed like a loving couple, but in reality, it was all an act.
On their wedding day, Alex set three rules.
Two years later, they still slept in separate rooms.
Now that Alex was dead, their contract marriage was over. She should have been happy to finally be free from the act-but instead, she had to inherit his empire.
Thinking of this, she felt even more thrilled.
Her gaze drifted to the plush doll beside her. She picked it up and tapped its head playfully, her voice tinged with amusement,
"Leaving everything to a so-called useless vase... Are you reckless, or just overly confident?"
Little did she know, her casual slap sent Alex-trapped in the doll's body-into utter shock once again.
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.
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."
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...
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."