Julian Scott was seriously ill and was paralyzed in bed all day. He can only deal with his business with the help of his assistants. Although he is disabled, his business goes well. Violet Morris married Julian because of her family. They don't care about Violet and let her marry a crippled person. However, they don't think that Violet is smart. She cures Julian. From then on, this couple is famous in the whole city. Julian is famous for his talent in business and Violet is famous for her exquisite medicines skills. Besides, they love each other deeply which is envious of everyone. They are made for each other!
"Wow... Liam... You're so good... I can't stand it."
A cloying sound came from the crack of the door.
"Baby. That's not what your body says..." said a muffled male voice immediately.
The disgusting conversation made Violet Morris, who was standing outside the door, shiver with anger.
The look on her face changed from disbelief to calmness and then finally to a sneer.
Early this morning, her considerate sister, who knew she was back in the country, told her that she had a present for her, but it turned out to be sleeping with her man.
"Well, let me give you something in return."
Violet took out her phone and opened one of the hottest live-streaming apps.
She edited a text, saying, "Popular Starlet #Hannah Morris sleeping with a wealthy young man #Liam Scott."
Then she clicked the start button and turned on the rear camera.
As both of the protagonists were well-known, the number of viewers shot up within two minutes.
The comments were flying on the screen, "Crap! Is this true? Fucking unbelievable."
"The blogger is shameless. How dare you defame my idol. I'm reporting you."
"Someone finds out who the blogger is, please."
Violet pushed open the door, "Just look at it if you don't believe it!"
"Ah..." Hearing the door open, Hannah hurriedly curled up in Liam's arms.
Liam covered her carefully and roared, "Get out!"
The audience was astounded, "Holy shit! It seems to be real. Screenshot it!"
"Record it. It's going to be blocked soon."
Violet let out a cold, heartbroken laugh.
"Liam, you said you'd marry me after you inherited the Scott Family. I spent six years waiting for you in Country M, and all I got is your sleeping with my sister?"
After her words, she quickly walked over and pointed her phone at the two.
The spectators' excitement was stirred, and the live streaming was prohibited in seconds.
Violet had achieved her purpose. She put the phone back in her pocket, "My dear sister, thank you for your surprise. I hope you enjoy my present as well."
"Violet, what are you talking about?" Hannah cuddled up to Liam, quivering pitifully.
Liam looked at Violet with a flash of admiration in his eyes, and his tone softened.
"Violet, I'm sorry. Be a good girl and delete the video and photos."
Violet cursed angrily, "Shut up, you repulsive love rat!"
Liam, who had never been scolded before, flew into a rage.
He got dressed while sneering, "If you had a grain of intelligence, you'd have been aware that I will not marry a woman who'd married to my uncle."
"Besides, I never loved you. I was with you to get close to Hannah. I saved you and sent you to Country M six years ago. Don't be so ungrateful!"
Never loved her? Married? Saved her? Violet's heart throbbed, touching the little finger of her right with the other hand. Then, her eyes reddened.
Suddenly, the man's and Hannah's phones rang at the same time.
Violet stifled her emotions and smiled, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that I was live streaming. Enjoy your time, bitches. And good luck."
Just as she reached the door, Liam's furious voice sounded behind her, "Go to hell!"
The phone ringing swiftly approached, and Violet tried to dodge it, but it was too close for her to make it.
She felt the back of her head was hit by something, resulting in a sharp pain that spread through her body and that her consciousness faded away...
"Hum..." The sound of a vibrating phone rang in Violet's ears.
Lying on a dressing table, Violet sat up straight with a jerk and opened her eyes to a mirror.
"What!"
The person in the reflection wore dramatic smoky makeup, hair braided on the left side, strands of purple. Her earrings were huge, and her denim jacket had a metal chain.
This outfit was like what she would wear around 18 years old. She was still alive. Had someone intentionally dressed her like this?
Violet did look younger in the mirror, and an idea flashed through her mind. She hurriedly held out her hands to look at them.
Her hands were fair and soft without any callus. Her fingers were slender and straight, looking exactly like they used to be when she was younger.
"Was I reborn like those ridiculous plots in novels or TV dramas?"
Thinking so, Violet clenched her fists so tightly that her nails were sinking into her flesh.
Feeling the sharp pain in her palms, the woman eventually believed that she was indeed reborn.
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
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."
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
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.