Sheila had her back against the wall when her family tried to force her to marry an awful old man. In a fit of rage, she hired a gigolo to act as her husband. She thought the gigolo needed money and did this for a living. Little did she know that he was nothing like that. One day, he pulled off his mask and revealed himself to be the world's top magnate. This marked the beginning of their love. He showered her with everything she could ever want. They were happy. However, unexpected circumstances soon posed a threat to their love. Would Sheila and her husband make it through the storm? Find out!
Sheila Jones felt her body was on fire like she had dived into a pool of lava.
She was desperate to find some relief from the heat.
While the man's robust chest pressed down on her, she arched her back instinctively and whispered, "Niko..."
Though he didn't reply, his thrusts became more fervent, almost reaching a wild level.
As morning broke, the hotel room was flooded with the gentle light of dawn.
When Sheila rolled over, she bumped into the sturdy warmth of a man's chest.
After dreaming of being intimate with her boyfriend, Sheila's eyes fluttered open to see a flawless yet unfamiliar face.
Startled, she blurted out, "Who are you? Why the hell are you in my bed?" Pulling the blanket around her, Sheila sat up abruptly and asked in distress, "What happened last night?"
"I should be asking you that," Shane White responded calmly, opening his eyes. Sitting up against the headboard, he met her panic with coolness. "I had a few too many drinks last night and was heading to my room. When I stepped out of the elevator, you came at me and started groping me. Seems like you're quite adept at securing clients in hotels."
Feeling both embarrassed and angry, Sheila was shocked that he thought she was a prostitute.
She wanted to slap him, but the blanket fell, revealing her bare body.
She quickly covered up again, sternly telling him, "What happened last night stays between us. Once you leave, we forget each other. Spread any rumors, and you'll regret it!"
Annoyed, Sheila got up to shower away the incident. But as soon as she stood, her legs wobbled, and she started to fall.
When she thought she was about to take a spill, her wrist was caught, sending her tumbling back onto the bed. In a surprising turn of events, she ended up lying on Shane's chest, locking eyes with him.
She realized her hand was inadvertently resting on the man's chest, feeling the solid muscles beneath.
Sheila felt shame engulf her as she wished she could vanish.
"You seem fond of my chest?" Shane let out a small chuckle tinged with irritation.
With cheeks burning, Sheila freed herself, asserting, "Last night was a mistake due to too much alcohol. Don't compare me with those who harbor bad intentions."
Getting up, Sheila made her way to the bathroom. Out of the corner of his eye, Shane spotted a red mark on the bed, suspecting it might be from her first intimate experience.
"Wait a second!" Shane called out, stopping her. "Last night was unintentional. We could think about getting married if that helps."
"Married?" Sheila felt angry and looked at him with tear-filled eyes. "Aren't you content yet? Now you want to take advantage of me by being my husband? How ridiculous!"
Shane was surprised by her reaction.
He was accustomed to women being drawn to him, but he rarely considered taking responsibility. Sheila's defiant stance was new to him.
Clad in his fine suit, Shane took out an elegant business card and placed it on the nightstand.
"If you reconsider, here's how to reach me."
After Shane departed, Sheila sank into the bathtub, scrubbing away the red marks on her skin from the night before. In the quiet that followed, she almost felt the lingering presence of the man's heavy breathing.
Overwhelmed, Sheila covered her ears, struggling to accept she had been intimate with a stranger.
An hour later, a drained Sheila returned home, unsure how to deal with what had happened.
Nearing the villa, she overheard Rita and Paula's conversation inside.
"Mom, everything's going as planned! The gigolo I hired to keep Sheila company just rang me up. He did the job, but darn it, the camera went kaput, so there's no footage of them together. If only we had it to show Niko, he'd surely scorn Sheila even more," Rita Jones, her half-sister, said, delighted with her scheme.
Her stepmother Paula Jones responded with a sinister tone, "It doesn't matter. Without the video, Niko won't accept her back anyway. Your father and I have another plan for Sheila."
Curious, Rita asked, "What's the plan?"
With a smug sneer, Paula answered, "Do you recall Timothy Green from last night's party?"
"Timothy Green? The freak in his fifties? Word on the street is he's gone through six marriages and all his wives were dead! Is he obsessed with Sheila or something?" Rita asked, sounding incredulous.
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
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.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."