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CEO Cole turned to Anne."You said I'm beautiful?" "...Yeah." "Sexy body?""...Yeah.""Big, hard cock?""...Yeah.""Never regret sleeping with me?""..." Anne's face turned even redder than when she was drinking. "...Yep." Anne's voice was barely louder than a whisper."Perfect. I just happen to be in need of a bed partner. Interested?"Anne stared at Cole, wondering if he was drunker than she was. "...Okay." Anne was chosen by tycoon Cole at first glance because she resembled his beloved first love. At the time, it was Anne's first time working as a escort, doing so to afford the medical expenses for the grandmother who had raised her. After a night of passion, Cole suspected he had been set up-because he has never hooked on women so easily, especially escort. Seeing Anne's resemblance to his beloved first love, his guard against her was at its peak. However, when Anne was nearly assaulted by a perverted client, Cole stepped in just in time to save her. Under Cole's protection, Anne remained a escort but rarely suffered any harassment. Yet, because of her resemblance to his beloved first love, Anne always suspected-She just a mere substitute. After the first sex, Cole looked at Anne coldly and said, "This is the first and the last time." But after the second sex, Anne cursed, "Damn men. Never trust a word they say." Many years later, as Cole watched Anne sleeping beside him, he let out a sigh: Indeed, you should never have sex with the same woman more than three times. Otherwise, she will mean the world to you.
That night, in the presidential suite of the L&C Hotel in Chicago, Anne bit her lip, yet she couldn't completely suppress the soft moans escaping her. The man on top of her had been domineering from the moment they entered the room, kissing her as if he wanted to devour her whole. But just a few hours ago, he had been cold and indifferent.
"Don't bite." His lips brushed against her ear, his voice husky with desire.
"I... I..." Anne stammered, unable to form a complete sentence. A fine layer of sweat covered her forehead. It was her first time, and making such sounds made her feel ashamed. But under his relentless actions, an unfamiliar sensation slowly swelled within her.
"Call my name," he commanded.
"W-What?" Anne's voice trembled. Realizing his intentions, she nervously clutched his firm arm. "Cole, can... can you be gentler?"
Hearing this, Cole paused for a moment. He hadn't expected her to say that. Raising his head slightly, he looked at her flushed face. For some reason, he really did slow down his movements.
"Mm..." She bit her lower lip hard. The taste of blood quickly spread in her mouth.
Just as the pain became unbearable, she felt him stop. Moments later, her lips were pried open, forcing her to endure an inexperienced yet intense kiss. He also took hold of her hand, preventing her from resisting.
"Relax," Cole whispered in her ear.
But Anne couldn't relax-it hurt too much. By the time she finally started adjusting, she instinctively wanted to bite her lip again, only for him to capture her lips in another possessive kiss, leaving her no chance to do so.
Anne felt only pain. Cole had given her a few minutes to adjust at the beginning, but soon, she started to feel a foreign pleasure rise from deep within her body. She couldn't control the sounds escaping her lips. Even as she tried to stifle them, she failed. Wrapped tightly in his embrace, she clung to him like a drowning person holding onto a lifeline.
She had no idea how many times it happened that night. Anne only vaguely remembered that Cole seemed tireless. By the time he finally stopped after one last deep thrust, she felt utterly spent.
She faintly remembered being carried into the bathtub, his hands carefully washing her. She wanted to tell him that she could bathe herself, but she had no strength left. Sleep quickly overtook her.
After placing her back in bed, Cole stepped into the outer room, lighting a cigarette. He picked up his phone and made a call. Though it was already past 3 a.m., the call was answered almost immediately.
"President Campbell," the voice on the other end greeted.
"Find out who orchestrated tonight's events. And investigate this woman," Cole ordered coldly.
"Yes, sir."
Ending the call, Cole smoked while gazing at the city lights outside. Though it was late at night, the high-rises in Chicago's CBD were still illuminated. His expression was unreadable as he recalled the night's events.
Tonight's gathering had been arranged by Xander. The woman had been chosen for him. But Cole didn't believe Xander would drug his drink.
He had just returned to the country yesterday. Half a month ago, Xander had mentioned that a woman at Blue Sea Gulf bore a striking resemblance to Adele. The first time she arrived, he had noticed her immediately. Xander had paid to keep her there for Cole. Cole had dismissed it as nonsense, yet here he was, dragged into this meeting.
Seeing Anne in person, he had to admit that under her makeup, there was indeed a slight resemblance. When she was pushed into his seat, she looked uneasy, her short skirt making her uncomfortable as she kept pulling at the hem. Sensing her nervousness, he had someone bring her a small blanket. She was so surprised that she kept thanking him, and as soon as she covered herself, she let out a quiet sigh of relief.
The private room was filled with more than ten people, all drinking and playing games. Aside from Xander and Ronan, none of them dared to force Cole to drink, so they turned to Anne instead. When Cole left for the restroom, Anne had been drinking, her cheeks already flushed with intoxication.
As he returned and told Xander he was leaving, Xander pushed Anne toward him. "She's for you. Take her."
Cole had initially planned to refuse. But when he turned to see her slightly drunken, rosy face, he frowned. If he didn't take her, she would end up with someone else tonight. On a whim, he agreed.
His original plan was to drop her off, give her some money, and be done with it. But before leaving, he had finished his last drink.
His eyes darkened as he recalled what followed. Returning to the bed, he looked down at Anne, who was still sleeping restlessly, her brows slightly furrowed.
At the time, the drug in his system had made rational thought difficult. He had noticed her inexperience-she didn't even know how to kiss. But in that moment, he hadn't cared.
Women in clubs often pretended to be innocent. However, when he entered her, he realized the truth-she had been a virgin.
Forcing himself to slow down, he had watched as she tightly shut her eyes, biting her lip so hard it bled. He had leaned down, unable to resist kissing her, tasting the iron tang of her blood. That moment had brought a brief clarity to his mind.
But in the end, he had lost control. He had no idea how many times he took her. The drug had played a role, but so had his own instincts. Seeing her teary, red-rimmed eyes, watching her bite her lips in a futile attempt to suppress her cries-it had made him want to kiss her even more.
Anne shifted in her sleep, exposing the marks he had left all over her pale skin. Cole's gaze fell on the bed, where a faint trace of red remained.
Though he had already suspected it, actually seeing that stain made his brows lift slightly.
Richard skidded to a stop, coldly locking eyes with Snow. His gaze burned with a dangerous, predatory glint. Snow felt a jolt of despair. She finally snapped, demanding, "Richard, what the hell do you want?" Richard's voice was ice cold, and he uttered a single word,"You."What Richard was thinking: Want to fuck you. Snow no longer wanted to be the "spare blood bank" for her hypocritical, leukemia-stricken sister. She just wanted to live her own life. But the one person she overlooked was that terrifying, mafia boy, Richard. Once, when she was anemic and fled the hospital with nowhere to go, she collapsed on the street. He was the one who picked her up, brought her back, cared for her, and held her like she was something fragile carved into his very bones. On countless long nights, he kissed the ugly puncture marks on her spine. Even after her death, he went mad, broke into the funeral home, and stole away her cold, lifeless body. Now that she's back at sixteen, Snow doesn't seem to fear Richard quite so much anymore. When the boy stood silently in the shadows, watching her from a dark corner, Snow turned back and gave him a sweet, sunny smile. "As long as you're not mean to me, we can be good friends."The mafia mafia boy looked down at her porcelain-pale face and let out a cold, twisted laugh. "Who the fuck wants to be your friend?" He only wanted to pull her into his bed and never let go. Now that she's reborn, Snow truly wants to repay Richard-to change his harsh, doomed fate. But it seems the short-tempered mafia king never took her gentle warning to heart. Not until that day, when Richard cornered her in an empty classroom, the two of them completely alone. He grabbed her hand, hot to the touch, his body radiating heat. A dangerous smile tugged at his lips, wild and unrestrained. "You want me to behave?" he said, voice low and rough. "Then you better be real fucking obedient."
The moment Emily saw Carlos, she instinctively tried to shut the door. But Carlos had already guessed what she'd do - he grabbed onto the doorframe in an instant. Carlos, "I was wrong. I know I hurt you. I really do." Emily, "If you want to repent, go to church." Aiden had already appeared in front of her. He flung Carlos's hand off the door and walked straight into Emily's apartment. Bam! The door slammed shut. Carlos didn't even see clearly who it was. Emily hadn't processed it either before Aiden grabbed her hand, spun her around, and pinned her directly against the door. He didn't bother walking a few more steps. His breath reeked of alcohol as he kissed her fiercely and without warning. Emily's mind was still on Carlos, who was right outside. With just a thin wall between them - and a door that wasn't even soundproof - the shame came flooding in from all directions. She was sure Carlos could hear every sound of them kissing. She whimpered and tried to push Aiden away. Aiden frowned and grabbed her wandering hands, pinning them above her head, tight against the door. He captured her lips again in a kiss that left her breathless. With heavy breathing, Aiden lifted her chin, forcing her to look straight at him. "Say it. Say you only like me." Emily's ex-boyfriend Carlos had cheated on her. The girl he cheated with? Her uncle drove a Rolls-Royce Phantom. A few days after their breakup, Emily spotted that very Rolls-Royce Phantom outside the Imperial Banquet Hotel. Thinking of Carlos and that bitch Angela being all lovey-dovey, she couldn't help the bitterness rising in her chest. Carlos wanted to skip twenty years of hard work? Dream on. Carlos still wanted to be "in relationship" with her? Fine - she'd become their aunt in law. Let them have to smile and bow in front of her while trying to suck up. In that moment, Emily didn't know where the surge of confidence came from, but she smiled sweetly and knocked on the backseat window of that Rolls-Royce. The window rolled down slowly. A young, gorgeous man and his driver looked over. The man's eyes deep and mesmerizing behind his glasses. Emily's heart skipped a beat. Angela looks pretty average... but her uncle? He's ridiculously hot. Months later, Emily was cozily sitting in the backseat of the same Rolls-Royce, hand in hand with the elegant Aiden. Not far off, she spotted the cheater Angela and ex-boyfriend Carlos. She waved her fingers at them in a haughty, arrogant gesture. Emily,"Don't you know to greet your elders? Angela's face went pale as she slowly made her way over and said to the driver up front, "Uncle John" Emily, "...?"
The first time Alsa laid eyes on him, he was a gentle and clean-cut young boy. But as he grew up, he became a frivolous playboy-who also happened to be her newlywed husband. After an unexpected one-night stand with Ross, their next encounter was anything but romantic-she had to help him handle the aftermath of his latest scandal, comforting a half-dressed starlet at the scene. Alsa remained unfazed, her expression unreadable. In name, they were husband and wife; in reality, they were merely a CEO and his secretary. But Alsa had her own hidden agenda. As a spy, she had entered this flash marriage with Ross for one reason-to secretly investigate The Moore family. What she didn't expect was that her playboy husband was terrifyingly perceptive. He saw right through her from the start, yet he said nothing. Instead, he watched and waited, like a cat playing with a mouse, waiting for her to slip up... Ross was infamous in high society-reckless, carefree, and seemingly incapable of true feelings. Everyone thought he was all about lust, never love. Until one day, a video surfaced. In it, Ross looked like a devoted believer, his fingers tightly clasped around a woman's slender wrist. His eyes burned with fervor and longing, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Alsa, please... look at me."
Mity made her first appearance in high society as Alan's fiancée, only to be met with a wave of disdain. Everyone knew Alan had always had a beloved first love in his heart-Mity was nothing more than a shield to appease his parents. Besides, her family background didn't match his. Seated at the highest VIP section, at the pinnacle of the social pyramid, was Stuart-the ruler of New York City's most powerful elite family. Cold, indifferent, and unattainable. His icy gaze swept over Mity, who clung gently to her fiancé's arm, looking as fragile as a rabbit. A member of the Raven family leaned over respectfully to ask for his opinion. Stuart held a freshly lit cigar between his fingers, his gaze dark and unreadable. Just half an hour ago, those delicate fingers had trembled, those soft lips had been bitten in hesitation, and with flushed cheeks, she had secretly slipped a hotel key card into his suit pocket. When he left the event, that same key card was tossed lightly into the trash. Later, Alan's beloved first love, who had been abroad for years, suddenly returned. His family pressured Mity to humble herself and beg him to stay, even slipping a hotel key card into Alan's hand on her behalf. That night, Mity was sent to the hotel. When the door opened, she saw a man in a tailored suit, reclining in a chair, idly playing with that very key card between his fingers. His chiseled features were shrouded in a bone-chilling coldness. "Why beg him?" Stuart's voice was devoid of warmth as his powerful palm seized her slender waist, pulling her onto his lap. His fingertip pressed firmly against her trembling lips. He led her to the door. From the hallway, Mity caught sight of Alan being led into the adjacent suite by his first love. Her face turned pale. Behind her, the man leaned in close, his lips brushing against the nape of her neck, his voice low and rough with menace. "Mity... why not beg me instead?" The door clicked shut. Clothes fell to the floor. At first, Mity had schemed her way into Stuart's life just to escape her parasitic family. But when Stuart took it seriously, she became the deceitful little liar. When the truth came to light, Stuart cornered her at the airport. "Mity," he said, his gaze dark and unreadable. "Say you like me."
Elena had given her virginity to Chasel, the most popular boy in high school and the secret object of her affection for years. When she shyly brought it up to him afterward, Chasel claimed he had been drunk and didn't remember anything. He offered her a substantial sum of money to leave him alone. Elena's first time had been tainted by Chasel's humiliation, made worse by the fact that he was the first man she had ever truly loved. Elena thought college would be her escape, that her high school memories would fade into obscurity. Instead, Chasel somehow became the object of her college roommate's affections. Worse still, Elena found herself constantly crossing paths with Chasel, who seemed to treat her differently from everyone else... "One year later, we divorce, with no interference in each other's lives." The only reason Elena agreed to a fake marriage with Chasel was her absolute conviction that the perfect Chasel could never fall in love with someone like her. But after the wedding, their faked marriage turned all too real. One year later, divorce couldn't even be mentioned-she couldn't even leave the house. Facing Chasel's forced love, Elena escaped through a window, fleeing the prison their home had become.Just when she was congratulating herself on finally escaping his clutches, the very next day, everywhere she went, someone would bow respectfully and say, "Mrs. Anthony, Mr. Anthony is waiting for you over there."
She originally had a fiancé, but she was forcibly taken and possessed by a dangerously handsome mafia king. Even though he was devoted to her, unwavering in his love, spoiling her endlessly, and giving her the utmost indulgence, she still wanted nothing more than to escape... Yet, after she finally fled, she discovered the truth-the fiancé who claimed to love her had long been secretly involved with her best friend, and the family she had always trusted had already fallen into the hands of her scheming stepsister. All her efforts had led to nothing but complete ruin, and she died in utter misery... Upon waking up, she stared at her reflection in the mirror-wild, unkempt hair, bloody tattoos, and a face painted like a ghost. Just one more second of looking at herself burned her eyes. In her past life, she loved another man and tried everything to escape, hating the mafia emperor to the core. Yet in the end, he was the only one who avenged her. Last time, she had been out of her mind-rejecting her breathtakingly powerful husband, only to be betrayed by a scumbag and a deceitful woman, brainwashed by her so-called best friend, and ultimately abandoned by everyone. But this time, no matter how those lurking snakes and cunning devils scheme to push her into divorce-sorry, this lady has finally turned her brain on!
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
My boyfriend called, "Baby!" as he jumped out of bed and scrambled to pull his pants off the ground. "Please, I can explain my love." Shutting my eyes, I inhaled deeply and tried not to cry when I realized that my dream of the man not being my boyfriend had been dashed. "What?" I asked, "What do you want to explain?" How did you lie about having a business meeting while you were in bed enjoying yourself with my best friend, even though I told you I was in serious pain, is that it?" I stood there, my heart pounding, and tears streaming down my face...
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.