Jennifer Bennett, the rightful heiress to the Bennett legacy, fought hard for her family's recognition, only to be eclipsed by an impostor. Faced with false accusations, bullying, and public humiliation, Jennifer eventually gave up trying to win their approval. Vowing to rise above the injustice, she became the bane of those who wronged her. The Bennett family's efforts to break her only fueled her success, leading her to heights her rivals could only dream of. Someone asked, "Do you feel let down by your parents?" With a calm smile, Jennifer said, "It doesn't matter. In the end, power prevails."
On a remote island in north of the Agosby Ocean...
"Welcome to the Plevale Agent Training Camp, a renowned facility for training elite agents. My name is Jennifer Bennett, also known as Rose. I'll be overseeing your special training this month. Today marks your first day. Here are my rules. First, I do not tolerate questions about my instructions. You are to obey my commands without hesitation. Second, this place doesn't operate under any legal or authoritative system, so forget your real names. Use only your codenames here."
Under the blazing sun, a young woman dressed in a black training suit stood on the vast field. A black mask shielded her face, leaving only her impassive eyes visible as she gazed sternly at the men before her.
After Jennifer Bennett's briefing, an assistant began handing out tags, each numbered differently.
"Ma'am!" A voice interrupted as the numbers were distributed.
Turning toward the voice, Jennifer spotted a blond man, his eyes seething with anger.
With a slight sneer, Jennifer responded, "Speak."
"I can't accept the number 13. I need a different one."
Her sneer widening, Jennifer motioned with a finger. "Come here."
The blond man, holding his numbered tag, walked toward her. "In my homeland, 13 is unlucky. I cannot accept this number. I..."
He was cut off as a cold breeze seemed to pass through him.
Jennifer, without moving otherwise, raised her leg swiftly, aiming a kick at the man's temple. Despite his greater height, her kick was precise, her leg stretching into a straight 180-degree angle.
The blond man, skilled in combat, quickly raised his arms to shield his head.
Her combat boot connected with his arm instead, the impact sending a sharp pain through him and causing him to reel backward a few steps.
When he regained his balance, Jennifer gestured with her finger once more. "Change your number if you wish, but only by defeating me."
"That's your condition, ma'am?"
The blond man lunged at her in response to her challenge.
His fist shot toward Jennifer's head; he was a world-famous boxer known for knocking out an 800-pound bull with a single blow.
He doubted Jennifer could evade his attack.
As his fist neared, Jennifer stood her ground, swiftly catching his punch at the last second.
"Damn!" an onlooker cursed loudly.
Shock replaced the rage in the blond man's eyes.
How did she manage that?
While he was still reeling, Jennifer grabbed his wrist, leaped over him, and delivered a firm kick to his back, driving him face-first into the ground. She twisted his wrist violently, a harsh snap audible to all.
"Argh..." the man screamed as his wrist broke, sweat beading his forehead while he lay on the ground.
Jennifer then placed her foot on his face and pressed down. "Anybody else wants to switch their number?"
The humiliation was clear in the blond man's eyes as he clenched his jaw, staying quiet.
Seeing his expression, Jennifer let out a cold laugh. Suddenly, she pressed down harder with her foot.
"No... I'll hold onto it," the man hastily replied, wincing as a sharp pain pierced his temple.
"Get back in line!" Jennifer ordered, her voice dripping with mockery.
She was fully aware that these trainees were not just anyone-they were elite soldiers and experts from around the world, all testing her authority.
Yet, they had not earned her respect.
With a casual flick of her foot, Jennifer prompted the blond man to scurry back into line. The remaining trainees were too terrified to utter a single word.
Jennifer stood with her arms folded, about to address the group, when a frantic voice interrupted through her Bluetooth earpiece, saying, "Ms. Bennett, we have a situation. The headquarters building has been breached."
At that moment, the island's alarm began to wail.
The piercing sound transformed Jennifer's face into a mask of concern. Stored within the Plevale headquarters were numerous internationally sensitive files; a breach could lead to catastrophic leaks.
She turned to the assistant instructor standing nearby and said sternly, "Handle everything here."
Without another word, she dashed toward the headquarters building.
As Jennifer approached, she noticed a shadowy figure effortlessly jumping from a fourth-floor window, landing perfectly despite the fifty feet drop.
While chasing, Jennifer noticed the intruder was a tall man. He moved with impressive speed and agility.
Behind him, gunfire broke out. He dodged and returned fire seamlessly, his responses deadly accurate.
Surveying the fallen soldiers around the building, a chill of ruthlessness filled Jennifer.
This intruder was the first to ever break out from the headquarters unscathed.
"Ms. Bennett, you're here!"
The guards at the building breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her and quickly approached.
"Deploy a sniper to the lookout tower. I want him stopped!"
Maria took her sister’s place and was engaged to Anthony, a disabled man who had lost his status as the family heir. At first, they were just a nominal couple. However, things changed when things about Maria were gradually exposed. It turned out she was a professional hacker, a mysterious composer, and the sole successor to an international jade sculpting master… The more that was revealed about her, the less Anthony could rest easy. A famous singer, an award-winning actor, an heir of a rich family—so many excellent men were chasing after his fiancee, Maria. What should Anthony do?
In the eyes of the public, Elijah was ever the gentleman, always distant and reserved. But behind closed doors, he was an animal who relentlessly ensnared Ashley in a web of lust. No one knew of their secret relationship, yet at the same time, no one dared to bully her again. Then one day, she was hit with morning sickness right in front of everyone. To everyone’s shock, the aloof and domineering Elijah quickly knelt in front of her and caressed her pregnant belly. “Babe,” he crooned, “let’s go public with our relationship. I will give you my everything.”
Sequel to chasing my estranged wife; I want you back. ******** " You promised me!'' I screamed. "You promised that you wouldn't hurt me, you made the vows that you would stand beside me, Ryan, and what did you do? You broke me into smithereens. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. When I said we were done. I meant it!" Falling in love with him had come in a whirlwind, she couldn't account for how exactly it had happened but what she knew was that she didn't want to let go once she was in. For Ryan, when he made a vow, he had meant it, but nothing had told him about marriage, that it wasn't just a bed of roses, but it had thorns in it as well. When secrets piled up between them and vows broken, they had no choice but to let go of each other, but years later, he wanted her back. Like the air he breathed, he chased after her, but she was gone. Left with the remnants of his actions, he is torn between getting her back and damning all consequences or letting go of her and his children, which would it be?
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
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."
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.