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For the sake of love, Lyra left everything behind and worked as a full-time wife for three years. But in the end, she realized that all her efforts were not as good as one look from her husband's first love. Disheartened, Lyra resolutely filed for divorce. "Sorry, I'm a billionaire! I want a strong man to be my husband." Immediately after, the whole internet exploded! A billionaire super rich woman, suspected to have divorced? So, all the CEOs are scrambling to court her. Melvin in front of the screen can not stand it, the next day held a press conference, the beautiful name: kneeling to beg his wife home!
It was nighttime, and Lyra Carroll couldn't find peace in her sleep. Restlessness consumed her as she felt an oppressive weight on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Beside her ear, heavy and rapid breaths intensified her unease. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot from below, jolting her awake with panic. Through blurry eyes, she caught a glimpse of a man leaning over her.
"Melvin, is that... you?" she questioned, her voice trembling.
A soft, guttural sound escaped the man's throat, saturated with the stench of alcohol. Without uttering a word, he continued his advances. Recognizing the familiar voice, Lyra breathed a sigh of relief. As she followed his movements, surrendering to the rhythm, an involuntary moan escaped her lips.
The intensity of their encounter escalated, and she gritted her teeth, enduring the pain while being completely absorbed in this ambiguous atmosphere that felt as if she were floating in the clouds.
Finally, after three long years of marriage, Melvin Freeman had finally acknowledged her presence. Forced upon him by his grandfather, Lyra had always been a mere accessory, never truly recognized. But tonight, regardless of the reason, he had entered her room. And she, overwhelmed with joy, had welcomed him.
Two hours later, amidst heavy groans, Melvin collapsed upon her, his silhouette outlined by the moonlight streaming through the French windows, emphasizing his perfect figure. Lyra listened intently to his rapid heartbeat, a surreal yet tangible sensation. If this were a dream, she vowed never to wake up.
Holding onto the back of his neck, she found herself almost infatuated, her breath heavy from their physical exertion. "Melvin... Melvin, I..." she began, her voice filled with longing.
Before she could profess her love, his low, hoarse voice interrupted her.
"Lottie..."
Lyra froze, her heart trembling violently as if struck by a sudden chill. Her blood seemed to flow backward. Lottie, the nickname of Charlotte Matthews, Melvin's childhood sweetheart and unforgettable first love, had returned from her long absence overseas due to old Freeman, Melvin's grandfather. Just yesterday, Charlotte had sent her provocative messages.
[Lyra, I'm back, and there's no place for you in the Freeman family!]
[Melvin and I have known each other since childhood. Do you really think you can replace me after all these years? Leave on your own, go back to the orphanage where you belong.]
[You have no idea how much Melvin loves me. Even if he's lying in your bed, he'll call my name. You're nothing but a poor substitute. Lyra, I'm sure it doesn't feel good, does it?]
Substitute? She was the chosen granddaughter-in-law of old Freeman, the rightful Mrs. Freeman. She was Lyra! She refused to be anyone's substitute!
Meanwhile, Melvin continued muttering "Lottie, Lottie"...
Those scornful messages echoed in her mind, unraveling the illusions she had built for herself.
Uncontrollable tears streamed down her face as Lyra clenched her fists, trembling with suppressed emotions. For all these years, she had been cautious, bending over backward to please others, even quitting her job and dedicating herself entirely to being a devoted wife to Melvin. Her mother-in-law and sister-in-law at the Freeman Manor had treated her with disdain, subjecting her to constant torment and humiliation. Yet, she had endured it all, not wanting to trouble Melvin, swallowing her pride.
Hadn't she been humble enough to earn his love? Why did they have to tear apart and trample upon the remnants of her dignity?
This night felt interminable. Lyra lay awake, her eyes fixed upon the darkness, unable to find solace in sleep.
...
The following morning, Melvin awoke to the glaring sunlight seeping through the French windows. Rubbing his temples, he opened his eyes, only to find Lyra sitting at the vanity with her back turned to him.
The absurd events of the previous night flashed through his mind, and as he comprehended what had transpired, a coldness enveloped him, narrowing his dark eyes.
Though Lyra faced away, she could sense the hostility emanating from him. With apparent composure, she continued her skincare routine as if nothing had occurred. But suddenly, her wrist was seized tightly, and she was yanked to her feet. The object in her hand slipped and shattered on the floor, white cream splattering all around.
Lyra looked up, her eyes blazing with anger. However, when she met the man's furious and disgusted gaze, her heart involuntarily trembled.
"Do you think that by drugging me and forcing me to touch you, you can become the real Mrs. Freeman?" Melvin towered over her, his teeth almost gnashing, his grip tightening.
Drugging him? Lyra offered a bitter smile. "So, in your eyes, I'm that kind of woman?"
A mocking smile curled Melvin's lips as his eyes filled with revulsion. "You used your manipulative tactics to deceive my grandfather, forcing me into this marriage. And now, you dare to feign innocence."
"A contemptible woman like you can't even compare to a single toe of Lottie!"
Contemptible, feigning innocence... In his eyes, she was nothing but wretched. As for drugging him, if that had been her intention, she would have done it long ago. Why would she have waited until now? Melvin truly failed to grasp even the slightest understanding of her!
How ridiculous that she had given her all for these past three years, all in vain!
Given the circumstances, there was no need to persist any longer.
Enduring the pain in her wrist, Lyra clenched her teeth and summoned her strength, forcefully shaking off his grip. Raising her head, her resolve solidified.
"Melvin, let's get a divorce."
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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."
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.
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!
"Leonard Bryant is a man of the hour in Sea City. He has won the Pritzker Prize at a young age, which is considered as Nobel Prize in the architecture field. An architectural drawing of his can be auctioned to hundreds of millions yuan. Everyone takes him as an architectural design talent. But everyone also thinks he is gay because of his frequent refusal of women. Ashley Powell has been taking Leonard as her idol and loving Leonard for several years. For him, Ashley chooses to learn architectural design during university. As the saying goes, "when there is a will, there is a way", she finally gets the chance to work in Bryant Group after her graduation. At the graduation ceremony, Ashley was coaxed by her classmates to test if Leonard is gay. A little drunk Ashley came to Leonard's room, then .... 'Who says this man is gay? He is not gay but a beast!' Ashley thinks."
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.
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. .