A drugged Clark enters her room and his last line of defense crumbles to bits as he lays eyes on Rachel's face. The night had been wonderful. However, neither of them could have expected the dangers that were to come: Rachel's sister, fuelled with jealousy for her, and a desire for Clark, will try all she can to get Rachel out of her way. Fortunately, Clark is her knight in shining armor and he will protect her from everything that is yet to come.
Outside the delicate and elegant villa, a grand and extravagant wine party was being held on the spacious lawn.
It was brimming with guests-friends and family as they witnessed the coming-of-age ceremony of the Yan Family's second daughter. And as the host of the event, Nancy Yan wowed them as she was dressed in her elegant blue custom-made dress that seemed to be very expensive.
With a faint smile on her face, she greeted all the upper class socialites. She was sophisticated in every manner so as to impress her guests.
"There's Mr. Ji." Beside, her mother, Teresa Jia, came to Nancy Yan with a smile and whispered, "Nancy, go and greet him now."
"I know, Mom." Then, with a trace of joy on her delicate face, Nancy Yan immediately strode towards the door where her guest was about to enter.
"Is everything ready?" in a low voice, she eagerly asked a servant who was beside her. The servant handed her a glass of wine and then respectfully nodded.
Nancy Yan could not contain her happiness as she smiled from ear to ear. She then took the drink and walked exquisitely towards Clark Ji.
"I'm glad that you made it, Clark. Thanks for coming!" Nancy Yan got a little obsessed at this man, seeing that he was such a gentleman who was very sophisticated. In her mind, she actually doubted the existence of such a perfect man.
However, he still seemed aloof towards her. Driven to become his wife, she was forced to do something risky.
"Clark, I heard that you have transferred several shares of a couple of stores to me. Thank you. This gift is just too grand." Acting normally, she handed the glass of wine to Clark Ji. However, he only took a cold look at it but did not really make an effort to reach out his hand and take it.
"Oh, come on. I'm so happy, Clark! How could I ever repay you for your kindness?" Nancy Yan said while she looked at him with passion.
"Okay, I will be an adult after today. Don't you want to congratulate me?"
Clark Ji then lowered his head and glanced at the wine, a touch of unobtrusive aversion flashing in his eyes. Taking the wine from Nancy Yan's hand, he then said, "Yes."
On the other hand, Nancy Yan saw that Clark Ji didn't drink all of the wine, but only took a sip, which disappointed her a little.
But a sip was enough, as an invisible light seemed to have flashed right through her eyes at that moment.
"Clark, please wait for me here. I'm just going to see my Mom. I'll be back soon." Meanwhile, not so far away from where she was, she saw Teresa Jia waving at her. Teresa Jia was clearly trying to catch her attention as she wanted to introduce her daughter to some big personality. Nancy Yan was unwilling to leave Clark Ji's side. However, she had no choice but to excuse herself from Clark Ji.
Clark Ji stood still, but after a while, he felt something strange was happening in his body. Trembling, he then snuck out of the crowd and walked towards the villa behind him.
There, he noticed that his sight was getting blurry, as the scene in front of him became more and more washed-out. He began to pull his tie a little restlessly as he tried to restrain and ignore the discomfort that he was feeling in his body at that time.
Just when he stumbled into some random room, he suddenly inhaled a beautiful and aromatic scent that seemed to be the most lethal catalyst to what he was feeling at the moment.
"Who...Who are you? This is my room. Get out now!" A clear female voice echoed with coldness.
But when Clark Ji finally saw the woman's face, his last defense line had finally collapsed. What happened afterwards was all driven by his instinct.
Meanwhile, there was a low voice coming from a woman, followed by a soft struggle for mercy.
Rachel Yan felt tired as so much pain all around her body. The last memory she had was that she passed out while crying. She opened her eyes and saw the man staring at her neck without flinching, and then lost consciousness.
"Clark, what were you doing in Rachel's room?" Nancy Yan asked Clark Ji as soon as she saw him walk out of Rachel's room. Upon hearing the news, Nancy Yan came over and looked at Clark Ji in so much disbelief.
Squinting his eyes, Clark Ji gracefully put on his coat and replied, "What do you think? Shouldn't you at least give me an explanation first?"
"Wha... What do I have to explain to you?" Flustered, Nancy Yan then looked at Clark Ji with an injured look and said, "Clark! You and my sister? I can't believe this! How can you do this to me? Why on earth did you sleep with her?"
Nancy Yan was not able to help herself but breakdown in front of him. She covered her mouth and ran away with tears flowing in her eyes. Crying her heart out, she could not believe that something like this would ever happen to her.
But Clark Ji only sneered at her actions. With his eyes filled with coldness, he said, "It seems that she might have fooled me. She really thinks highly of herself."
Meanwhile, Clark Ji waved his hand and afterwards, his assistant immediately walked up to him respectfully, saying in a low voice, "Mr. Ji..."
Coldness sparkled in his eyes as he saying, "Investigate what happened that year again. You've made a mistake once. If you make a single mistake again, you know the consequences."
Feeling the shiver down his spine, the assistant then replied seriously, "Certainly, Mr. Ji."
As soon as they finished their conversation, Clark Ji took a glance at the room behind him and left with a bleak expression on his face.
Meanwhile, Rachel Yan, who was still in bed, was woken up by a pot of cold water.
"What in the world are you doing?" She stared at the strong servants as she gritted her teeth. Seeing her awake, one of the servants sneered, "You have already made a big mistake and you are still the mood to sleep. Come with us. Mrs. Teresa wants to see you."
As she spoke, she and the rest of the servants all carried Rachel Yan up to the living room where they threw her to the ground with a loud thud.
Under the cold weather, Rachel Yan was wet all over her body as she could not stop herself from shivering. At that moment, she tried to hide her embarrassment. She then looked straight in the eyes of her foster mother and then spoke, "Mom, what have I done wrong? Why are you letting them treat me like this?"
As a cry of grief echoed in the air, Nancy pounced on Rachel Yan and fiercely beat her into a pulp.
"You fucking bitch! Stop playing your tricks and pretending innocent! I'm gonna tear you into pieces!"
Nancy rained hard fists on Rachel Yan without mercy!
Frowning and trying to hold back her tears, Rachel Yan tried her best to avoid Nancy's attacks. But when she could not bear the anguish anymore, she shouted angrily at her, "Nancy, what the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?"
However, her foster mother, Teresa Jia only slapped her hard on the face as a response.
Then, Teresa Jia raised her hand coldly, with a flicker of disgust in her eyes. "Not only did you seduce your future brother-in-law and sleep with him, but also cursed your sister! Well, well, well, Rachel... How did I raise such a shameless person like you!"
Shocked to hear what had happened, Rachel Yan opened her mouth and cried out, "Did Clark Ji take advantage of me?" Nancy screamed as she gritted her teeth,
"How dare you say that! How dare you sleep with my boyfriend? Rachel, let me remind you that you are just a dog adopted by my family! You are worthless for shamelessly seducing my man! Mom, she even gave philters to Clark! How dare you even think of such a bold scheme! What would I expect? After all, you are already so brazen. I should not be surprised that you would still deny this claim. Waah... Waah... "
"Philters?" Rachel Yan was stunned for a moment. When she recovered, she then said angrily, "I didn't do it. I didn't even know who he was at all, and it was him who found me in my room, not the other way around. Nancy, don't sling mud at me. Don't forget, Mom said that I was grounded and I didn't attend your party at all. How could I have given philters to him?"
Catching Nancy's flustered look, she sneered, "In my opinion, someone tried to give Clark philters, but little did she know that her plan was in vain. How dare you say that I am the one responsible for this mess!"
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.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
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?
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.