Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, "Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer."
"Are you seeing someone?"
Charlee Sullivan leaned casually against a gleaming crimson sports car, her fitted scarlet dress emphasizing her striking silhouette. Her delicate face, framed by soft waves of auburn hair, radiated sophistication.
Her usually vibrant eyes now carried an icy detachment.
The man, crouched over his battered motorcycle, straightened up at her words.
Under the streetlight's glow, his rugged, undeniably magnetic features radiated an air of untamed charisma.
"I'm single," he replied, his deep baritone carrying an irresistible allure.
Charlee smirked, leaning in slightly.
Her curls tumbled forward, dusted with vibrant remnants of party streamers.
"Spend a night with me, and I'll forget about the damage to my car," she suggested boldly.
She wasn't one to forgive easily; after discovering that Liam Todd, her fiance, dared to cheat on her, she craved a way to retaliate.
And this man-his sharp jawline, commanding presence, and effortless charm-was everything Liam wasn't.
Liam, she mused, paled in comparison to this stranger, who seemed more than capable of meeting her every desire.
The man's gaze flitted between the dented luxury vehicle and his wrecked motorcycle, a flicker of amusement in his expression.
Her prized car, he thought, wasn't even worth the cost of his bike's handlebars.
With a sly grin, he pulled her into his embrace, his tone teasing but firm.
"Deal. I can't pay for your car repairs anyway. But don't complain later, little firecracker."
With that, he swept her off her feet, carrying her with ease toward a nearby hotel.
As soon as they entered the room, she shoved him onto the mattress. In a hotel celebrated for its quirky offerings, she quickly located restraints on the nightstand and latched his wrists to the headboard.
"I prefer being in control," she stated, her cheeks glowing with a provocative flush.
Despite lacking experience, her bold demeanor exuded confidence, akin to a flower blooming under dim, ambient lighting.
Her authority didn't last long, and she hardly cared whether he'd completely enjoyed the encounter.
"We're even now," she murmured, panting and disheveled.
In a swift motion, he reversed their positions, pinning her beneath him, his gaze intense with unrestrained desire.
"That's all? I recall you promising that it'd be a whole night. It's still early," he taunted.
Before she could comprehend how he escaped the restraints, she found herself overwhelmed, her rationality slipping away entirely.
Mimicking her earlier assertiveness, he covered her mouth with his palm, compelling her to endure. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she whimpered beneath his unyielding movements.
When he said a whole night, he wasn't exaggerating.
Charlee lost track of the moments she blacked out. His insatiable energy seemed endless, pushing her body past its limits.
Hours later, as she slipped back into her outfit, she couldn't summon the courage to meet his gaze.
Her hoarse voice trembled with a warning as she said, "I have the crash footage. The moment I step out, we're nothing to each other. Stay silent."
From behind her, his voice dripped with amusement, lazy yet sharp.
"Interesting. I've kept a copy of that clip, too."
Not catching his implication, Charlee grabbed her belongings and headed for the exit.
Her shaky legs almost betrayed her, threatening to collapse beneath her.
His deep chuckle echoed. "Sure you don't need more time to recover?"
What a smug bastard!
She slammed the door behind her with every ounce of strength, nearly tempted to hit him with it.
She missed the possessive glint in his eyes as he watched her leave.
In the hotel lobby, the glowing screen of a television displayed breaking headlines.
"A shocking revelation today-two elite families in Jurgh, set to unite through marriage, have faced public embarrassment. Sources claim the Todd heir stormed out of the ceremony, leaving the Sullivan heiress humiliated."
A bystander muttered, "Rumor has it the groom's quite fond of his fiancee's half-sister. Now that her parents have rekindled their relationship, who knows? Maybe he'll end up with the other sibling."
On the screen, Charlee appeared in a crimson gown, her hair dotted with celebratory confetti. The camera lingered on her frozen smile, magnifying the heartbreak behind it.
Surprisingly, after her intense encounter, Charlee realized the pain from the breakup wasn't as sharp anymore.
She had clung too tightly to Liam, convinced their years-long relationship was indestructible. She had let him take her affection for granted.
But he was never irreplaceable. Someone else had managed to fill the void effortlessly.
The stranger from last night, for instance, who possessed boundless endurance.
"Miss Brown, I am the butler here at your service," the butler replied. "My master wants to buy the baby in your belly." "What?!" Does that mean the abortion didn't take place? Did they kidnap her from the operating table just to buy the baby? But why her? "You..." Alice was about to ask a question, but the man in front of her calmly continued, as if he had expected her question, "You're pregnant with his child, and he needs a child. That's all I can tell you." Alice was forced to sign a surrogacy contract and eight months later gave birth to two healthy babies. Fortunately, the man was unaware of her daughter's existence. It wasn't until five years later that fate brought them together again...
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
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.
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
"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.