Everyone said Selena was a leech who wanted to suck Kenneth dry, and Kenneth was of the same opinion. Selena fought to make her marriage work. But after Kenneth hurt her countless times, she finally reached her breaking point. She slapped a divorce agreement in his face and declared, "I'm done with this marriage. Split the wealth and let's go our separate ways!" Kenneth was more than happy to sign it. He thought, "Good riddance to bad rubbish!" Once she became single, Selena put her newfound wealth to good use. She invested in many businesses and built a strong empire in just a few years. Money knew her name, and so did many handsome men. They flocked around her like flies. Kenneth could hardly believe his eyes. How did that submissive wife of his turn into a boss lady whom many people revered? Soon, he began to pester her again. This didn't go down well with Selena at all. When he cornered her one day, she blasted him. "Are you out of your damn mind, Kenneth?" His unexpected response left her stunned. "Yes, I'm crazy. Let's get married again. We should have a kid together and merge our empires. When I pass away, all my riches will be yours."
"Nobody picked up. Are we sure she's Kenneth's wife?"
"How could I mess that up? She's definitely married to Kenneth Powell. I'm certain of it!"
"I've called him multiple times and sent messages saying we have his wife. So, why no response?"
Selena Powell had been abducted.
She had gone out last night for a business meeting, thinking it was just about business. However, it turned out to be a setup.
A night had passed, and with the ransom deadline drawing closer, the kidnappers grew nervous.
"Why isn't Kenneth reacting? Doesn't he care about you?" one of the kidnappers snapped at Selena.
Trying to stay strong, Selena replied with a smirk on her bloodied lips, "Kenneth Powell is not the type to pick up any call. Give me my phone, and I'll call him. He'll answer it."
The kidnappers exchanged glances. Their goal was clear; they were after the money, and were not interested in actually harming anyone. So they decided to give Selena's idea a shot.
"Mr. Powell" was the name that topped Selena's contact list, meaning it was Kenneth.
With growing anxiety, she initiated the call.
It took three persistent attempts to call, but Kenneth eventually picked up.
"Mr. Powell, I've been kidnapped. Please help me." While Selena tried to sound composed, the quiver in her voice betrayed her mounting fear.
There was just a brief pause from Kenneth before he hung up on her without uttering a word.
The abrupt end to their conversation left Selena reeling.
Though accustomed to Kenneth's cold and distant demeanor, his blatant disregard for her predicament still left her deeply shaken.
"Damn, I should've known she'd be of no use!" One kidnapper seethed, his rage evident in his eyes. As he lifted his hand, poised to strike Selena, the other quickly intervened. "Wait! Isn't that Kenneth on the TV?"
Selena's eyes darted to the screen.
A sharply dressed man in a suit and polished leather shoes escorted a stunning woman into a restaurant. As she whispered something, he inclined his head, the epitome of tenderness.
Their marital bond spanned five years. Even though the TV only captured their silhouettes, Selena instantly recognized the man. It was her husband, the foremost heir of the Powell Group and Friesey's top magnate.
Selena was also all too acquainted with the woman beside him.
It was Giselle Adams, the true holder of Kenneth's heart.
Five years ago, Friesey's biggest business giant, the Owen Group crumbled overnight, leading to the tragic suicide of Mr. and Mrs. Owen. The Powell Group, a behemoth in the same sector, swiftly acquired the fallen Owen empire.
In a bid to project the Powells' righteousness, the patriarch, Joshua Powell, orchestrated a marriage between his eldest grandson, Kenneth, and the daughter of the Owen family, Selena.
This union drove a wedge between Kenneth and Giselle, condemning them to the agonizing fate of star-crossed lovers.
It became clear to everyone now that Kenneth's indifference towards Selena's plight was due to the fact that he was with his true sweetheart.
After recovering from the initial shock, a surge of bitterness welled up within Selena. Drawing a deep breath to steady herself, she stared straight at the kidnappers' eyes.
"Judging by the lengths you've gone to, kidnapping me must have taken considerable effort. If something happens to me, not only will you leave empty-handed, but all your efforts will be for naught. A real shame, truly. Perhaps it would be in your best interest to let me go. I have my own funds, after all."
Knowing her phone was still active, Selena was confident Joshua could trace her. She just needed to buy some time. Help would surely come.
"How much can you offer? It's easy to make claims now! It seems like only the woman on TV could truly make Kenneth part with a significant sum for her rescue."
"If Kenneth won't negotiate, perhaps we should take matters into our own hands. But before any rash decisions, maybe we should... enjoy our time with our beautiful captive. I wouldn't want to waste such a fine figure!"
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
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."
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.
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.