Teresa didn't expect her whole world would crumble apart because of a secret she learned. As a happy-go-lucky girl, she returned home solely to participate in a jewelry designing competition. On this unfortunate day, she got targeted by Jerome, the most cunning man she ever met. "What...what...what do you want from me?" Teresa asked as she watched him step closer to her. Seeing the fear in her eyes, a sneer appeared on his handsome face. "Well, you've found out my secrets, so..." he faltered, waiting to get her reaction. "So what?" "I want you to take responsibility!" His voice echoed in the room. "Fo.. for what?" she stammered. In a swift motion, he took out a marriage agreement. Leaning closer, he whispered, "Marry me or I'll see you in court. It's your choice."
"Good morning, passengers. Welcome to the flight. The plane is taking off. Please fasten your seat belt. Don't wander around in the cabin..."
As the pilot droned on about the normal etiquette of being on the air, the plane lifted farther and farther from the ground.
Teresa Gu frowned as she felt the uneasiness drifting over to her. She clutched her stomach, feeling a sense of weightlessness as the plane finally took off.
She was hungry when she was waiting for the plane, so she had to grab something to eat at the airport. Yet, she didn't expect that the food would be so unsanitary. As soon as she stepped into the plane, her stomach started to ache as beads of sweat trailed down her forehead.
After two minutes of the plane taking off, Teresa Gu just couldn't hold it in any longer. She unfastened her seat belt and got up.
Just before she could get out, a stewardess stopped her. "Excuse me, ma'am. The plane has just taken off, and we have not reached the stratosphere yet. Please go back to your seat."
With one hand gripping her stomach, Teresa Gu said hoarsely, "I have a stomach ache. Please, I need to go to the toilet."
As the stewardess looked her up and down, she couldn't help but admit to herself that the woman really wasn't in any good shape at all.
Teresa Gu wore a v-shaped vest with holes in her jeans. Her hair was as disheveled as ever and her face was pale and sweaty from the stomach ache. She looked like a witch ready to take a kid for her next meal.
The stewardess wrinkled her nose, which went unnoticed by Teresa Gu.
"Please be careful then. If you get hurt, Miss, the airline would not be responsible for such damages,"
she snapped, turning away.
Teresa Gu had absolutely no time to make amends with the stewardess as she rushed into the toilet to solve her aching stomach. After a few minutes of groaning, it felt as if she had come back to life again.
As she stood in front of the mirror and adjusted her clothes, Teresa Gu stepped out of the toilet comfortably. However, as she was about to take a few steps, the plane jolted to the side. By instinct, she stumbled over and grabbed the person nearby.
"Ah!" someone yelled.
Once she fixed her footing, she turned sideways to see that an airline stewardess had been caught by her.
However, when her eyes trailed at the glass held in the stewardess's hand, Teresa froze. The glass was empty now, leading a trace of bright yellow at the bottom. That would mean...
As she followed the stewardess's gaze, she found something even more terrible.
There was a man standing next to the stewardess.
He was really tall, about six feet. He had a suit on, and his angular face was out in display. He looked as if he'd just popped out from a painting, like a model ready to strut the runway.
However, right now, the prince she thought he was, was covered in bright yellow from head to toe.
The stewardess quickly came to her senses, bowing her head. "Sir, I completely apologize. She bumped into me, so I lost my balance and I..."
She threw an accusatory glance at Teresa.
Realizing that it was her fault here, Teresa quickly apologized, "Sir, I'm so sorry. The plane just jolted and I lost balance. How about I wipe it for you?"
The man raised an eyebrow, no expression tainting his face. He was like a statue, the ones that you would pay to garner an action from them.
The man didn't lose his temper or anything, but that just made Teresa all the more nervous of what was to come.
"I really am sorry,"
Teresa apologized again, taking a pack of tissues from her pocket and wiping the mango juice from the man's clothes.
Unfortunately, it seemed to have only made the situation worse. The tissues only seemed to have stained the fabric even more just as she was wiping it.
As she did this, Teresa found herself even more loss for words.
She could tell that the man's mood was growing sourer by the minute.
Besides, no matter how good-tempered he was, he wouldn't be in a good mood after being caught up in a situation like this!
And to make matters worse, her stomach, which had just calmed down, started to act up once more.
She went bright red, as her hands gripped on the fabric of her shirt.
Teresa held her breath, a sinking feeling going down her abdomen. The longer she tried to hold it in, the more uncomfortable it was starting to get.
"I really am sorry, but I have to go to the toilet," she uttered out before racing back into the bathroom.
Teresa dealt with her problem once again.
As she walked out the toilet once again, her body froze when she found out who was waiting for her.
It was the man!
Teresa held her breath, keeping her legs from shaking incessantly.
"Hi..." she stuttered out. "Listen, I didn't mean to..." She was already on the verge of crying as her voice shook. "I'll–I'll buy you a new shirt. Please don't follow me."
His eyes underneath the wide rimmed glasses flickered as a gentle smile threaded across his lips.
"I wasn't going to hold you accountable, you know." There was a certain gentleness in his voice.
"I just need to use the toilet."
'What?
So does that mean I'm free to go?'
Her shoulders sagged in relief as she hurriedly stepped aside for him to go in. "If that's the case, please enjoy," she said. "Use it anyway you like."
As long as they were on good terms, he could snort cocaine in the cabin, and she couldn't care less.
The man glanced at her. There was an unreadable emotion that passed in his gaze, but she couldn't really tell what it was.
Unable to tell, Teresa decided to return to her seat.
More than twenty minutes later, her stomach started to act up again. Teresa found that she had no choice but to return to the toilet.
As she was taking care of herself, she found herself glancing at the garbage can beside her. There she spotted a long sleeved shirt in the trash can. It was coated in mango juice, so she was certain it was from the man who she spilled on.
Her eyes narrowed, getting a good look on the brand.
It was Armani! A part of their limited edition!
Teresa's jaw dropped. It must've been so expensive. How could someone throw it away like that?
Thinking back to the way the man acted, it was obvious that he might have come from a very rich background. It'd be reasonable for him to throw away this shirt so easily.
Apart from the looks of it, money didn't seem hard to come by for him.
Teresa looked away. 'It's not right to dwell on this anyway.' She got out of the toilet and sat back on her seat.
A few minutes had passed, and a stewardess came over with a glass of warm water and a pill in her hand.
"Miss, this is the medicine for diarrhea. A gentleman in the first class asked me to bring it here."
'Who?
A gentleman in the first class?'
She furrowed her eyebrows. She didn't know anyone in the plane, except...
'Is he the man I just met?'
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
"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.
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Mia's life is spiraling out of control. Abandoned by her mother, bullied mercilessly at school, and thrown into a household of four dangerously attractive stepbrothers, she's desperate to find her footing. "You look absolutely edible," Sean growled, his eyes devouring her. Mia felt a rush of heat between her thighs "Oh, you think so?" she purred, turning to face him. She reached out and traced her fingers along the ribbon that wrapped around his waist. "Well, I've been waiting for this all day. And I'm starving." Sean's smile grew into a predatory grin. "Then let us feast," he said, and in a flash, the ribbon fell away, exposing his rock-hard length. He stepped closer, and Mia felt the warmth of his breath on her face as he whispered, "You're going to take every inch of us tonight, aren't you?" With Rolex's teasing smirk and Sean's quiet, hot stares, Mia doesn't know where to turn-or who to trust. Every glance, every touch leaves her breathless, confused, and craving more than she should. Will Mia survive their games, or will she lose herself in a dangerous world of secrets, seduction, and forbidden desire? One house. Four brothers. Endless temptation.
Joanna was sabotaged by her sister and ended up in a stranger’s bed. Despised by her boyfriend and pressured by her family, she was forced to marry a wealthy scoundrel, Rhys. Rhys’ young adoptive father was the richest man in town, but was also said to be violent. Everyone thought Joanna was doomed, but Owen favored her and condemned her bullies. Joanna secretly loved Owen, but after a night of passion, he began to withdraw from her. Heartbroken, she entertained other men. She was on a date when Owen suddenly barged in. "You said you loved me!" Joanna smirked. "Too late. You’ll have to get in line."
My family was on the poverty line and had no way to support me in college. I had to work part-time every day just to make ends meet and afford to get into the university. That was when I met her—the pretty girl in my class that every boy dreamt of asking out. I was well aware she was out of my league. Nevertheless, I mustered all my courage and bravely told her that I had fallen for her. To my surprise, she agreed to be my girlfriend. With the sweetest smile I had ever seen, she told me that she wanted my first gift for her to be the latest and top-of-the-line iPhone. I worked like a dog and even did my classmates’ laundry to save up. My hard work eventually paid off after a month. I finally got to buy what she wanted. But as I was wrapping my gift, I saw her in the dressing room, making out with the captain of the basketball team. She then heartlessly made fun of my inadequacy and made a fool out of me. To make things worse, the guy whom she cheated on me with even punched me in the face. Desperation washed over me, but there was nothing I could do but lie on the floor as they trampled on my feelings. But then, my father called me out of the blue, and my life turned upside down. It turned out that I was a billionaire's son.