Thalia, a married single woman, grew tired of her husband Brayan's aloofness. Rumors about his numerous affairs reached Thalia's ears daily. After two years of marriage, she filed for divorce. But before it was finalized, she accidentally slept with him. To speed up the divorce process, Thalia decided to leave abruptly. Unexpectedly, she found out that her soon-to-be ex-husband was now her new boss. Left with no choice, she had to navigate the situation discreetly to avoid exposure. However, Brayan noticed the alluring secretary by his side and uncovered Thalia's secret. What will become of their relationship? Read this story to find the answer.
"Trending News: Brayan Rogers Spotted with a Supermodel at Night?"
In the dimly lit bar, Thalia Palmer found herself secluded in a corner, scrolling through the latest gossip about her husband on her phone, her frustration growing with each sip of wine.
The headlines of Brayan's latest scandal seemed all too familiar; no matter how detached she felt from her distant husband, the news stirred unrest within her.
It dawned on her that perhaps it was time to close this chapter of her life.
With newfound resolve, she drafted an email, attaching the divorce papers she had prepared long ago, and sent them to Brayan.
The confirmation of a successful send allowed her to breathe a sigh of relief.
It was finally over.
The abrupt placement of her phone on the table caught the attention of her friend, Cindy Hunt, who looked over with concern. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Thalia assured her, managing a smile for the first time in what felt like ages. "I've just sent the divorce papers to Brayan. It looks like we'll be going our separate ways soon."
Cindy's face lit up with a mix of relief and happiness for her friend. She passed a glass of wine to Thalia, venting, "Honestly, you should have left him sooner. Three years of marriage and you two have never seen each other. He's been nothing but a jerk, caught up in one scandal after another. A complete failure as a husband!"
"You're not wrong," Thalia acknowledged, the wine bringing a bittersweet sense of relief. Her eyes reflected a mix of liberation and sorrow.
She was an orphan, but her life had been relatively smooth after being taken in by Alfonso Faust.
When Alfonso arranged her marriage to Brayan, the CEO of the Rogers Group and his friend's grandson, she didn't object, hoping for a harmonious life together.
Yet, Brayan's indifference was palpable from the start. He couldn't even be bothered to go through the formalities of their marriage in person.
Despite Thalia's attempts to bridge the gap between them, Brayan remained unresponsive, never picking up her calls or showing the slightest interest in their marriage.
Moreover, Brayan's life seemed rife with scandals, none of which he bothered to shield his wife from.
Feeling neglected, Thalia's efforts to connect with him dwindled until she no longer saw the point in trying.
Resolved to end the charade, she chose freedom over a loveless marriage.
Snapping back to the present, Thalia and Cindy tried to lighten their spirits with a few more glasses of wine, successfully casting aside the gloom for a moment.
However, their attempt to forget was interrupted when Cindy received a call. After ending the conversation, she turned to Thalia with regret in her eyes.
"Thalia, I'm really sorry, but I've got to head to a shoot now. I've already booked a room for you upstairs so you can get some rest tonight."
Cindy was an actress committed to her career, leaving Thalia accustomed to such abrupt departures. "It's okay, go ahead," Thalia reassured her.
With Cindy gone, Thalia lingered in the bar alone, nursing a few more glasses of wine.
Feeling the wine's effects, she made her way upstairs, her steps unsteady and her vision slightly blurred.
As she navigated the corridors, Thalia mumbled to herself, trying to make out the room number Cindy had given her.
"Was it 906... or 909?"
Muttering, she barely noticed the door in front of her swing open until a strong, warm grip enclosed her wrist.
Before she could process what was happening, Thalia found herself pulled into the dark, unlit luxury of the room beyond.
"Ah!" In a moment of panic, Thalia let out a scream, her instincts kicking in as she tried to free herself. However, her efforts were in vain; the man lifted her effortlessly and, within moments, she found herself on the bed.
"Help me, and I promise to make it up to you," the man murmured, his voice deep. As he leaned over her, Thalia could feel the heat emanating from him, a clear sign he was under the influence of something potent.
She attempted to push him back, managing to utter, "I... Let me help you..."
Her intention to suggest seeking medical assistance was cut short as he misinterpreted her words as consent. Abandoning any restraint, he silenced her protests with a kiss, drowning out all sounds but her muffled cries.
When morning arrived, Thalia awoke with a heavy head, the events of the night flooding back as she heard the man's breathing close by.
She wrapped her arms around herself, sitting up to confront the reality of the night before.
The shock was palpable when she finally saw the man's face.
Even in sleep, his features were striking, but it was the recognition that struck her like lightning.
"What? How could this be?"
It was Brayan-the very man she had asked for a divorce the night before.
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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.