Five years ago, Edwin Bennett was forced by his father to marry Effie Fletcher. The day after their marriage, Effie Fletcher was forced to leave the country. Five years later, Effie returns home as a famous contemporary screenwriter. Again, coincidentally, Effie signs a copyright contract with Edwin's company. She was his wife five years ago, and she becomes his subordinate five years later. What is the relationship between them? Ex-husband and ex-wife? Employer and employee? Or anything else?
In the darksome room, a man was standing in front of the French window and looking deeply at the inky night out there with his brows tightly furrowed.
There was a will that had just been opened on the desk behind the man, and there were only two short lines on the piece of paper, of which the meaning was simple yet shocking.
"President Bennett, is there anything wrong with...the will?" Gale Evans looked at the two lines in horror, his voice growing weaker and weaker.
Edwin Bennett took a deep breath, then turned to look at the will. After a pause for half a second, he ordered coldly, "Find her and arrange the wedding as soon as possible!"
"Sir, do you really want to marry her?"
"Or what?" Edwin curled his lips in an icy arc, saying, "Since my father has arranged so, I won't disappoint him."
"Well...Okay then, I'll arrange it for you."
After Gale left, Edwin's facial expression became even gloomier. He picked up the will and stared at the satirical words on it with a deeper and colder arc upon his mouth. "Effie Fletcher, as you wish, I will marry you!"
At a bar called Blues somewhere in the same city...
Deafening heavy metal music was impacting Effie's eardrums. Frowning and looking around with an anxious expression, she took out her cell phone and kept dialing a number until she saw a man lying on the ground not far away and that several guys were beating and kicking him.
The next second, Effie picked up a beer bottle from the table nearby and rushed over to them.
"Stop it!" She tried to protect the boy, who curled up and covered his head with his blood-stained arms while glaring at those men. "Or I will call the police!"
"Call the police? Haha..."
The thugs burst into laughter as if the girl had just told a joke.
When the boy heard Effie's voice, he burst into tears, saying, "Effie, save me!"
"Herman, my brother, don't be afraid. I'm right here." Effie looked at her younger brother, with distress, then helped him up from the ground. Seeing that the boy's forehead was bleeding, Effie took his hand and ran outwards. "I'm taking you to the hospital."
"Sister and brother..." The men stood in a line and blocked their way. "Great, it'll be easier to settle the matter with an elder around."
"The woman herself is too young. Are you sure she can solve the problem?"
"Too young? Well, from my point of view..." One bald man among the thugs fixed his eyes upon Effie's chest indecently, continuing, "She is mature enough!"
Again, the men burst out laughing.
At the words, Herman Fletcher protected Effie behind him, saying, "Come at me. Don't harm my sister!"
"You? Hehe..." The man grabbed Herman by his hair, jerked it back, then said with a bleak look in his eyes, "Who do you think you are?"
"Let him go!" Effie started at the bald man and threatened him with the beer bottle in hand. "Otherwise, I will pull no punches!"
"Good! Do pull no punches! Go ahead!" The bald man pushed Herman away, turned to Effie, looked at her obscenely, and pointed at the top of his own head, saying, "Strike me right at here!"
Under his threat, Effie involuntarily took a step back. The bald man grabbed her by the wrist and fiercely dragged her towards him. Uncontrollably, the woman's body moved towards the man.
Witnessing what was going on, Herman rushed over like crazy, "Damn it! Don't touch my sister!"
The bald man grabbed Herman by the collar, clenched his fist, and slammed it at him. Suddenly, the beer bottle was smashed on the thug's head, and his face was instantly covered with blood and looked extremely ferocious.
In an instant, everyone on the spot was shocked.
Even Herman could not believe what he had seen and looked at Effie in disbelief.
Effie was stunned. The next second, she dropped the bottle and took Herman's hand to run outwards.
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.
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.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."