"She was an average student at the university. He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. They lived in two different worlds, but destiny connected them together. Until a car accident happened, their love suffered from a critical strike. Four years late, he came back and met her again. However, there was a lovable baby standing beside her..."
The city centre was quiet at ten o'clock at night with a few scattered pedestrians, except when pierced by the sound of an occasional car revving past.
Inside the Heaven Bar, however, the crowd noise was almost deafening and the smell of cigarettes and wine in the air was overwhelmingly strong. The music blared from the speakers and the people yelled just to be able to hear themselves.
Amidst this mayhem, Harlow Leng sat alone in a seat adjacent to the dance floor. One hand supporting her chin and the other pressed at her temple, she stared absently at a handsome couple dance to their hearts' content in the crowd.
The description "tall and handsome" fit the man perfectly, while the woman was a beauty. It was difficult to take one's eyes off of them.
Watching them dance together in that manner made her very uncomfortable. The woman, Lainey Yu, was her senior from school and it was Lainey's birthday today. However, somehow the man, Michael Tang who was Harlow's boyfriend, managed to become the star of the night. The entire scene made her very nauseous.
They danced with screams of joy and Michael placed his hands on Lainey's perfectly tiny waist, which was wrapped in a very tight and short skirt. His hands roamed over her waist freely, as though no one was around. At the sight of this, Harlow downed the remainder of her wine in one swig.
The size of the gulp made her choke and cough.
Her eyes watered but she never let her sight stray from Michael and Lainey. They seemed to be getting increasingly comfortable with each other until the point where she couldn't bear to look anymore. She tore her eyes away from them.
Out of sight, out of mind, she told herself. It was only a dance, she told herself. She shouldn't be making a big deal of it.
She raised her head again but only to drain the last of the wine from the bottle. Almost immediately she started to feel dizzy.
The scene on the dance floor seemed to be swimming before her eyes. The dancing seemed crazier and the people seemed louder. She felt her throat go dry and her stomach hurt. She held the table tight and got up to her feet to make her way to the washroom.
She staggered into the first stall and hurled her guts out in the toilet.
She already regretted the drinking and made a promise to herself that she had made a hundred times before. She was never going to drink again!
After a pause that seemed like an eternity, she managed to get to her feet and walk out of the bathroom.
No sooner had she stepped out of the washroom than she bumped into a couple stumbling out of the men's room. The two were locked in a tight embrace and kissing each other passionately. They were too lost in the moment to notice that they were blocking Harlow's way.
The man looked dashing in a well-fitted black suit as he stood beside the door of the ladies' room. The woman wore a diamond studded sapphire blue dress. She had pulled the man close to her by holding him by the back of his neck and running her fingers through his hair. Her eyes were shut tight and her hair moved with every movement she made. She had her perfect long legs wrapped around the man's waist and they both seemed completely ignorant of where they were.
The scene before her eyes made Harlow hold her breath longer than she cared for.
Before she knew it, a loud thud rang in her ears.
The couple had lost their balance and knocked Harlow off her feet and into the door of the ladies' room. The man's heavy footstep landed on Harlow in the process.
"Ouch!" she screamed.
Already dizzy from all the wine, the fall only made her stomach churn faster and the next thing she knew, she had vomited once again.
Almost instantaneously, the man let go off the lady he was kissing to avoid the vomit.
Without the support of the man holding her, the woman landed right in front of Harlow, where she vomited.
Harlow had in fact vomited right on the woman's chest!
"Ugh! Yuck!" The woman's face, which was flushed a second ago, turned pale from absolute shock at the turn of events. She was glaring at Harlow who was practically cowering in shame.
The man merely stood leaning against the wall, with a faint yet evil smile on his face as he looked over the scene.
"Are you out of your mind?" yelled the lady at Harlow. "Didn't you see me?" She followed this up with a stream of curses that Harlow was too dazed to comprehend.
All she could do was apologize over and over again. "I'm so sorry! I really didn't mean to do it. Please, let me help you clean up." Trembling, she rummaged through her purse and managed to grab a couple of tissues to help the woman wipe herself down. She glanced at the man and all of a sudden, her heart fluttered.
The mere sight of him, his tall figure, bronzed skin, angular features and most of all his dark and deep eyes, were all at once evil, yet charming. He continued to smile in a way that could make anyone uncomfortable.
"Fuck off!" yelled the woman, shoving Harlow aside. She was an inch away from slapping Harlow, when all of a sudden the man grabbed her hand.
"Hey honey, you're dirty and I don't like it. Why don't you go wash up instead of wasting our time?"
The woman held back her anger and forced a charming smile instead. She leaned against him as he pulled her up, her legs feeling almost limp. He was disgusted though and let go of her arm to take a step back.
The woman realized that he was now repulsed by her and she stiffened. She put on the sweetest smile and said in her nicest voice, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ling, do give me a minute to wash up."
Mr. Ling shrugged but didn't bother saying anything. He took one last glance at Harlow before turning and walking into the hall.
As he turned, Harlow caught sight of a delicate sterling silver cross strung around his neck, and that was the most impressive thing she remembered that night.
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.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
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.
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."
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
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.