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"No, please, don't... You're my sister. How can I treat you like this?" Her eyes welled up with tears, her voice trembling. "Sister? It's all deception! Until now, I've never considered you my sister. In my eyes, you're the girl who drives me crazy." His gaze turned intense and fiery, a sign of possessive desire. He loved her too much, to the point of obsession. When he was nine, he first saw Rosabella Helga and his frozen heart thawed. And now, because of her, he had fallen into a bottomless abyss... Thirteen years had passed, and he had waited for her madly, willing to let go of all his hatred just to one day stand by her side in glory. But what shattered his heart was that in the end, she married another man, despite him becoming a man admired by all, with immense power and influence at his disposal. "Rosabella Helga, to have you, I won't hesitate to use any means to claim you." He pulled Rosabella out of the ceremony hall, forcing her to sign the marriage certificate. "Richard Helga, I hate you. Even though you have my body, you will never have my heart." She sobbed, her eyes filled with resentment. He caused her father to die from anger while lying sick in bed, killed her fiancé, seized all her wealth, and imprisoned her... She was taken one after another, abused, and crushed by a heartless demon. The gentle youth who once devotedly cared for her had turned into a monstrous, possessive, and deranged beast. So, all these ten years he had been secretly plotting, it was all just a laughable revenge game?
The moonlight seeped through the thin silk curtains on a cold night, glowing gently into the spacious European-style villa room. The night breeze lifted the faint purple veil, creating a contrasting scene with the cold and serene moonlight outside the window.
Two fiery souls were entangled in the dimly lit room, their bodies closely intertwined, accompanied by the relaxed yet dangerous moonlight. The man's movements were cold and rigid, devoid of emotions or simply a physical exchange.
Despite this, deep within the woman's facade lay a profound melancholy. She tried to display a seductive and arrogant charm, with a face adorned with countless expressions, and her panting breaths filled the air as she attempted to gain control over the man above her.
She understood how to captivate a man, especially in situations like this, where any man involved with her would be enchanted by her allure. However, this particular man was different. Until now, he only wanted to possess her without hesitation, almost ending their relationship. It was only for the sake of physical desires or cravings. He had never wanted her to touch him.
Feeling dissatisfied, she slowly extended her delicate fingers, gently caressing his forehead, nose, short chin, and firm chest. But as soon as she touched him, a striking scar appeared on his chest, a dark red mark resembling a coiling serpent. It emerged abruptly, adding an extra layer of mystery to this already incredibly handsome man.
"Don't touch that!" He suddenly caught her hand, his voice cold and filled with a warning.
The woman's expression quickly changed from flirtatious to submissive as she reached her hand around his neck, letting out a resentful sigh.
Like an ignited flame, the man fiercely reciprocated, relentlessly taking and seizing as they rolled from one bed to another.
The woman's face displayed a mixture of seduction and beauty, and her breaths labored, no longer seeking to allure. The man's continuous advances beneath her caused her trembling body to lose its purpose of seduction.
But just as her alluring and moist red lips were about to touch the man's thin lips, all movement suddenly stopped for a second.
"Master?" A hint of suspicion and temptation appeared on her face, and her graceful figure blushed in a few places unnaturally. She was dissatisfied and buried her face in his shoulder, yearning for more from him.
"What's wrong, Master?" She immediately pursued, wrapping her watery arms around him from behind.
A trace of impatience appeared between Richard Helga's eyebrows. He coldly pushed her away, sternly reminding her, "You forgot one crucial fact! I never kiss any other woman."
"Why? Why is it that you never kiss me every time we're intimate? You won't let me kiss you, either! If I've done something wrong, I can fix it!" The woman's jaw contained resentment. She, Vermouth, was a highly skilled and seductive assassin who had countless men kneeling under her charm. Except for their leader, no man had caught her eye.
She had hoped to possess this perfect man. She had only been waiting for a kiss from him. Could that be too much to ask for?
"Because you're not worthy!" In Richard Helga's eyes, a mocking glint flashed by. Without any emotion, he left behind a chilling remark before turning away.
The night was silent, and ultimately, it was easy to evoke memories of the past.
Richard Helga stood still in the dark, under the dim and illusory light. With a cigar between his fingers, he exhaled a ring of smoke, transforming him into a mysterious man.
The identical lamps formed a procession on the villa's balcony, overlooking the chaotic city lights, but his heart was elsewhere.
"Rosabella, I miss you so much!" There was something inexplicable in his eyes. A beautiful image, covered in dust and deeply hidden, resurfaced in his mind.
Four years, 1268 days had passed, and his longing for her grew stronger each day, intensifying without ever ceasing.
Although in these four years, he had countless women and experienced numerous pleasures, in his eyes, in his innermost being, no other woman existed apart from her.
He loved her so much, but she not only didn't love him back but also hated him deeply.
"How do you compare to her?" Vermouth wrapped herself in a thin blanket, unaware of when she stood behind Richard Helga. Embracing his waist from behind, she asked in a timid tone.
"You can leave. Our relationship ends here!" Richard Helga glanced at the seductive woman, tossing a chilling remark that froze her heart.
Vermouth froze, her face immediately becoming unpleasant to look at. She whimpered, "Why? Master, why do you treat me like this?"
She thought they had differences, but she never expected him to want to dismiss her. Their calculations before were never alike! She believed she could surely captivate this man's heart with her beauty and charm. Yet, in the end, she suffered a devastating failure.
"Don't harbor any illusions about me. Your future will be filled with misery. As a woman, the most I've encountered is just once." Richard Helga frowned, displaying a sense of disdain, his voice growing even more profound.
Vermouth felt lost in her inner turmoil. She fell to her knees, futilely clinging to his large body, desperately pleading, "Richard, please don't abandon me. I'm willing to do anything for you."
"Vermouth, you don't give me this feeling." Richard Helga showed no mercy, kicking her away with one swift move. He lifted his head and walked away without looking back, heading towards the luxurious bathroom.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to throw a warning that shattered Vermouth's heart completely.
"Take advantage of the fact that I haven't changed my mind and disappear immediately. Otherwise, you'll know the consequences."
Vermouth trembled like a frightened child. Desperation filled her gaze in an instant. She covered her face and ran outside, her heart deeply wounded by his actions.
Such incidents had happened countless times with countless women he encountered.
Richard Helga relaxed in the large, luxurious bathtub, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling. Mist rose in the opulent bathroom, revealing the sharp contours of his perfect face, giving him a mysterious allure.
He held a glass of red wine in his right hand, swaying the pinkish liquid inside, while his left hand held a photograph.
"Rosabella, they have no right to blame you. I love you, only you unless I cease to exist!" He murmured nonsensical words in his mouth. His sharp and piercing eyes softened and became infinitely gentle, brimming with deep affection.
But such displays were only shown in front of a girl named Rosabella Helga.
On the steamed-up glass, Richard Helga wrote and rewrote the name Rosabella. His icy finger moved until it became numb, making it clear how deep and agonizing his love was, down to the bone marrow.
The elegant yet cold bathroom, adorned with a few warm colors, created a harmonious ambiance, unlike the distance in love.
Fiona and Kylie, both born as heiresses to the prestigious Grande family, lead starkly contrasting lives. While one revels in luxury and privilege, the other is shunned and forced to endure a life of hardship. The Grande family has arranged a marriage alliance with the esteemed Hermes family. Baldric Hermes, the heir of the Hermes dynasty, is set to wed the esteemed Kylie Grande. However, due to Kylie's scandalous past, Fiona is coerced into taking her sister's place, sharing a bed with Baldric to secure their entry into the Hermes family. Fiona becomes a mere shadow of Kylie, not only losing her innocence but also bearing the burden of her sister's tainted reputation. Yet, Baldric's heart longs for the gentle and pure girl he met on that fateful night.
The bathroom's glass door swung open, revealing a man half-wrapped in a bath towel. He had a tall and muscular physique, comparable to a supermodel's, without excess fat. As his eyes scanned the room, he was surprised not to find anyone in the bedroom. His gaze landed on the pillow with two pink lipstick marks, and his sharp eyes narrowed slightly. He gripped the towel in his hand, freezing for a moment. A glint sparkled in his eyes, and a smirk crept up the corner of his mouth, showing amusement. So, she wanted to provoke him, huh? Very well! This woman was indeed audacious! Adrian Westwood, he would make her appear before him voluntarily! The next day. On the front pages of major national newspapers in London, there was a simultaneous release of a wanted notice! The entire page displayed the image of an entirely nude woman! Every contour of her body captivated and mesmerized people. Her long and silky hair cascaded like seaweed, inevitably evoking thoughts of her beauty. A pure white figure on a single bed, with seductive red lips, left everyone in a dreamlike state. Next to the image, there was only a small line of text: "Reveal yourself before me, or bear the consequences." "Wow, Sophia! Look at this. Is it a wanted notice?"
Forced to take her sister's place as bride to the ruthless Lycan King Sebastian, Eleanor faces a marriage filled with cruelty and humiliation. Though she is his destined mate, Sebastian remains blind to their connection, his hatred for her ruining what should have been an unbreakable bond. When her powers emerge on her twentieth birthday, Eleanor finally gains the strength to defy her tormentor. But her bid for freedom ends in tragedy-captured, violated, and left for dead. In her final moments, she makes a desperate plea to the Moon Goddess for a second chance at life. Her wish is granted, sending her back in time with her memories intact and vengeance burning in her heart. But as Eleanor plots her revenge against the Lycan King, she stumbles upon dark secrets that change everything she thought she knew. The web of lies and betrayal runs deeper than she could have imagined, and the true villain may be hiding in plain sight.
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Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"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!