Scarlett Park loved Jeffrey Hodges for five years, but he had another woman in his heart. Therefore, she decided to let him go. After a messy night, she signed the divorce papers and left. The next day, she suffered an air crash and everyone thought she was dead. So did Jeffrey. Five years later, she came back with a new identity, Ellie Massey. And she is a superstar now. All she wants to do is to develop her career. However, Jeffrey often appears in front of her on purpose. Jeffrey thinks Ellie is Scarlett by instinctive. He wants to go after her.
On a late autumn night.
The pouring rain all day finally began to stop.
No lights were on in the villa, and there wasn't lightning. The house was deadly silent and dark.
In a thin dress, a girl was huddling by the bed in the bedroom. With her arms clasping round her knees, she squatted there, motionless.
Her body was shivering with the cold, but she took no measures to warm herself up.
Finally, the vroom of the car engine came from the courtyard.
A full eight hours.
She waited from the afternoon till the middle of the night. Finally, he came back.
Flap...
The first thing the man did after he came in was to turn on all the lights in the villa.
The light stung the girl's eyes. She covered her eyes and put her hands off until she slowly adapted to the light.
Then her eyes landed on the man at the door.
He stood there with a poker face. His legs were straight and long. Above his wet shirt was his delicate, stunning face. Like a king, he naturally attracted attention and boasted an awful vibe.
"Jeffrey..." She opened her thin lips and called out softly in a trembling voice.
The man acted like he didn't hear her. Without even a glance at her, he strode out of the bedroom.
He came back today to ask about the matter with Luna Sandoval. When he saw her like that, he was in no mood to speak a word.
Heh, what kind of person was she? Hadn't he known her well enough in the past year?
After the man left, the girl clutched a piece of paper on the floor and clenched her fist so tightly that her nails almost dug into her flesh.
This was the man she had loved for five years.
He was ruthless, but his charisma was irresistible and deadly.
She thought she could melt his heart of stone. Unexpectedly, he made her life a cold cell first.
She thought he had driven away as usual. To her surprise, he showed up again in the bedroom half an hour later in just a bath towel.
He approached her step by step. The air about him was awful.
Scarlett Park lifted her eyelids and met his eyes as deep as the ocean.
Her eyes were dark and her skin was pallor probably because she hadn't been in the sun for a long time.
"What... what do you want?" Scarlett panicked and cowered to the corner.
"Heh, you, of course!" The man forced the words slowly out of his clenched teeth.
"Don't... don't come closer." The girl said, a quiver in her voice, and her hands pushed against his burning chest.
Feeling something under his feet, the man dropped his eyes. When he saw the striking title on the white paper, his eyes turned colder.
"You want a divorce?" He stopped moving and looked at her contemptuously. His voice was cold.
"Do you see any point in sustaining our marriage?" Scarlett fought back her tears desperately and whimpered uncontrollably.
"Heh." Jeffrey snorted.
He kicked the two copies of divorce papers to the closet and continued, "What makes you think you have the right to bring it up?"
He paused and snapped, "There is no divorce but only widowerhood in my dictionary."
Without waiting for her reaction, he stretched out his arm, lifted her, and threw her onto the king-size bed.
Scarlett resisted desperately and accidentally pulled off his bath towel. When she saw his naked body, she was shocked.
"Good, very good! With no man touching you for a year, you're horny as hell." His voice was cold and a little playful.
He bore down on her thin body, lowered his head, and kissed her shivering lips.
"No, don't..." Hot tears streamed out of her eyes. Glistening, they enraged the man completely.
"You want a divorce without fulfilling your spousal duty once? Do you think it's possible?" The man pressed his lips against hers, giving her no chance to speak another word.
Her dress was brutally torn to pieces.
He treated her like a sex doll, showed no mercy, and aggressively started intercourse without any foreplay...
It started to drizzle outside. The rainy night seemed endless.
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 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."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
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.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."