Everything started when Kristopher, confined to a wheelchair, told everyone that Sandra was just a gold-digger. In a fit of pique, Sandra announced that he was a one-minute man who couldn't satisfy anyone in bed. Later, Kristopher said, "Sandra is a seductress who wreck all the men around her." "Kristopher killed his family. He's a wicked man. Besides, he's also impotent," Sandra retorted, unwilling to back down. Kristopher cornered her against a wall and asked furiously, "What is this I hear about you calling me impotent?" Sandra folded her arms defiantly. "What? You are handsome and rich. Many women throw themselves at you. Of course, I have to scare them away." Kristopher couldn't help smiling. "What a coincidence! I was doing the same thing." Would the lovers ever agree that they were in love with each other? Only one way to find out...
"Admit to Monica's crimes and serve a simple five-year term. I promise your mother will be safe. Once released, you'll still be regarded as the lady of the Hussain family. This is actually a bargain. Take it if you're smart!"
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Five years later, Sandra Hussain emerged from her prison term only to find the Hussains disowning her and barring her from seeing her mother.
Her sister Monica Hussain even threatened her to terminate her engagement with Darryl Owen, the Owen family heir, or forfeit any chance of meeting her mother.
Sandra yielded, agreeing to dissolve her engagement with Darryl. Yet, her grandmother, Theresa Hussain, the family matriarch, insisted she marry someone else within three days.
To marry someone else in such haste? Fresh from her incarceration, they seemed to be pushing her towards a hasty and undesirable match to thwart her future.
Despite her reluctance, she complied just so she could finally be with her mother.
Now she had a mere three days to break ties with Darryl.
Learning that Darryl dwelt in the opulent Gale Mansion, she headed there directly.
Clad in the same white dress from half a decade past, her hair in a plain ponytail, she appeared unsophisticated at a glance.
Yet her bare face shone clear and bright, her natural beauty suggesting an underlying charm.
At eighteen, her visage was yet to mature. Now, five years later, her beauty blossomed.
Sandra evaded observation and chose the stairs, reaching Darryl's room undetected.
As her hand grazed the door in preparation to knock, it creaked open under her touch.
Peering inside, she inquired, "Is anyone in here? Mr. Owen? May I enter?"
Her question hung unfinished in the air as an imposing hand clasped her arm, yanking her into the room.
Within moments, she found herself ensnared against a robust frame.
The man's faint yet captivating scent enveloped her, sending tingles through her body.
Struggling to break free from his grip, she was instead effortlessly twirled and pressed against the door.
A sharp click signaled the door locking.
Sandra's gaze lifted to the towering figure behind her. The room's dim light veiled his face, yet she presumed this must be Darryl since it was his room.
His breath warm against her cheek, drawing nearer to her ear, Sandra sensed that something was off.
In that instant, the man leaned into Sandra, his body pressing against hers, and murmured into her ear with a seductive undertone, "Help me, and I'll give you as much money as you want."
The mention of paying her made Sandra recoil, suspecting Darryl had confused her with a woman of the night. Incensed, she swung her hand to deliver a slap, but found her strength waning.
Within moments, her body turned feeble and mute, unable to utter a sound.
Taking advantage of her vulnerability, he scooped her up and strode towards the bed.
Time blurred as Sandra wrestled with her feeble state until at last, she broke free. But freedom brought no solace, as she discovered her naked body under the sheets.
The sound of water cascading in the bathroom jogged her memory. Her initial intent had been to sever the ties of engagement with Darryl. Such a reunion after the decade-long gap was definitely not what she had envisioned.
The recent misadventure in the room had deviated horribly, and she didn't want things to become more awkward than they already were.
Resolved, Sandra cast away the sheets, climbed out of bed, and scrambled for her clothes.
On the brink of departure, the man's murmur echoed in her mind. "I'll give you as much money as you want."
Feeling offended, Sandra searched her bag, found a coin, and left it on the nightstand with a hastily penned note.
Yet, as she reached for the door to leave, the knob twisted from the other side.
The door was being opened from the outside.
Sandra's ears caught an outside voice as she sidestepped. "Mr. Darryl, my boss is truly unwell..."
Her heart missed a beat.
Was that Darryl out there? And if so, who was the man behind the bathroom door?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
A man like Travis Sinclair wants nothing more than a woman who matches his sexual prowess and is used to getting everything he wants. A cold-hearted billionaire ,he lives by one rule - no love, no commitment. Ayanna Davies isn't looking for a relationship. She's focused on her work and the financial security it brings. As a high end escort, her client is full of filthy rich men who are willing to pay handsomely for her services. But when Travis Sinclair becomes one of her clients, she begins twice about mixing work with pleasure. Not knowing that he is an old acquaintance whom she despises.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"