In her previous life, Quinn Logan died for her heart being dug out, only to find out that Jett Goodwin, whom she had always regarded as her mortal enemy, actually loved her deeply. He madly not only avenged her. After marrying her body, he accompanied her to the underworld. After being reborn, she took the initiative to approach him, tease him, flirt with him, trying to make him fall in love with her again. Who would have thought that the next second, the man's eyes would be red, and he would push her against the corner and kiss her non-stop, "Quinn, there is a price to be paid for being seductive." "Well, bastard..." It's a lie to say that you don't love her yet! She thought it would be a long way to chase after him, but she never thought that she would be chased instead. Quinn, since you came here yourself, in this life, I will never let you go again.
"Yvonne! Are you crazy?"
Thomas stared at the woman riding on him in disbelief, and his eyes were filled with coldness.
Yvonne glanced at his limbs, which were tied up with a tie, and swirled the wine glass with a flirtatious look in her eyes. "Today is our third anniversary of marriage..."
"So, you hired someone to kidnap me?!" Thomas's eyes were burning with anger. He couldn't believe that he had been drugged, kidnapped, and raped.
He was going to pick someone up at the airport, but on the way, he suddenly felt sleepy.
Then, he woke up here.
He wondered in his mind, "Where is Ned Lious?
"Are the fucking drivers and bodyguards dead? How dare they allow a woman to do whatever she wants?"
Yvonne slowly and seductively twisted the buttons on his shirt. "Don't worry, Mr. Johnson. I'll take care of Miss Denise Morgan for the time being. Now, do your best. If I'm satisfied, I'll let her see the sun in advance..."
"Mrs. Johnson, are you so dissatisfied?"
Thomas's face turned red, but he quickly calmed down. He was lying below her, but he was looking at her like a king.
Yvonne brushed against him. Her fingertips swept across his sturdy chest, his neck rising and falling slightly, and finally stopped on his lips. She said sincerely, "You look so beautiful even when you're angry. You're really awsome..."
His fair skin, thick black eyebrows, high nose, and beautiful lips were all pleasing to the eye.
Especially his damnable and supreme artistic temperament was simply challenging her desire to conquer him!
She had put in so much effort to marry him and worked hard as Mrs. Johnson for three years just for this.
The room was dimly lit, and a character interview program was playing on TV. The protagonist... was Thomas.
The intellectual and sexy hostess said sharply, "Mr. Johnson, since you took office, the profit of the Johnson Group has tripled. You are recognized as the youngest and most capable CEO in the business world. It's a pity that you got married at such a young age. Many female fans of you feel so disappointed and sad... Mr. Johnson, do you have any regrets?"
"The word 'regret' doesn't exist in my dictionary," Thomas replied without raising his eyes.
The beautiful hostess's face stiffened, but she quickly continued, "I heard that the Johnson Group has always maintained a competitive system of survival of the fittest. If you regard your wife as a position, how many points are you going to give her?"
"... 100 points."
Thomas's answer was decisive and straightforward. He didn't say more words, nor did he show any expression. His temperament was elegant, noble, and ascetic. He was perfect as if he was a hormones reaper who had been carved by God and sent down to the mortal world to let women experience hardships.
The hostess couldn't answer for a moment.
Yvonne smiled and hooked his chin with her red fingernail. "Are you really going to give me 100 points?"
Thomas pursed his lips and didn't say anything. His breathing was heavy, and he didn't look as gentle and ascetic as he was on TV at all. His scarlet eyes were gradually dyed with the ferocity of an animal.
"I'm warning you!" Thomas stared at Yvonne's smooth side face in the dark, and the veins on his neck bulged. "Let me go, or you'll regret it!"
In terms of appearance, family background, and talent, Yvonne was the best candidate for Mrs. Johnson. Otherwise, he would not have accepted this marriage arrangement three years ago.
As Mrs. Johnson, Yvonne was never emotional and was on standby 24 hours a day. She never made mistakes and never interfered with his life. Even someone as harsh as Thomas couldn't find a reason to deduct her points.
However, looking at the woman riding on his waist now, he felt that he had to reevaluate her.
"Do you want to know how many points I'll give you, Mr. Johnson?" As Yvonne spoke, she flipped her wrist and the silk nightgown slowly slid down from her shoulder.
Her thick black hair spread out, setting off her snow-white skin. The dim light flowed on her curvy body, giving off a charming smell.
The eyes of Thomas darkened, and the beast in his body was about to break out of the cage.
Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.
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."
"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.
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
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?"
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."