Ashton Mullen hated Deborah Shepherd so much that he forced her to donate her liver, test medicine, and suffer from terminal illness to take revenge on her. Ashton forced her daughter to death and destroyed the man who protected her and everything she cared about. He said, "Deborah, even in my dreams, I look forward to the day you die." Later, the truth was revealed, and blood flowed all over the ground. But it was too late to regret. Ashton could no longer warm her body. Ashton knelt in front of Deborah's grave, tears falling. He stabbed the blade ruthlessly into his heart. "Debby, it's too cold in the afterworld. I'll come to be with you." ... Ashton had always believed that Deborah was madly in love with him. It was not until many years later when they met again, he saw her with his own eyes. She was holding a man who looked like him. Ashton went crazy.
"You want me to donate my marrow to save the bastard you gave birth to? Deborah, don't even think about it."
On a dusky night, Ashton Mullen lifted the chin of the woman in front of him with his foot, his eyes full of disgust and sarcasm.
In heavy snow that Richmond had not seen for many years, it was cold and lifeless, and snow was everywhere.
At five or six o'clock in the evening, the sky was already dark. Under the streetlights outside Flora Villa, Deborah Shepherd's face was as pale as paper, and her lips were pale too.
Deborah knelt on the ground, her hair and eyebrows covered with snow. The freezing cold wind blew on her face like cutting from sharp knives. She blacked out and almost fell down.
Deborah knelt in the snow for a full five hours and finally waited for Ashton to come out.
When Deborah looked up, she only saw a cold and noble face. The familiar facial features carried a strange and ruthless determination.
Deborah knelt on the ground and begged desperately. She struggled to speak. Her voice was hoarse and desperate. "Ashton, Alyssa is really your daughter. Please believe me.
"The doctor has checked. Your marrow matched hers, which is the best proof. I beg you, please save her. Otherwise, with leukemia, her life won't last more than three months."
"Check? Deborah, do you think I will believe it?" Ashton sneered. He lifted his foot under her chin and kicked her in the chest.
Deborah suddenly felt a dull pain, coupled with the coldness of the ice and snow on the ground when she fell to the ground. Deborah heard the muffled sound of her head hitting the ground.
Her body trembled, and then she felt the blood rushing from her throat.
Her teeth trembled with pain, and her body seemed to fall apart the moment she fell to the ground, but she still held on and didn't make any sound.
Thinking of her daughter, Alyssa, who was still lying in the hospital, Deborah forced herself to explain, "Ashton, five years ago, that night, I lay on your bed because I was..."
Her throat was suddenly choked, and she was forced to stop abruptly.
Ashton's eyes were red, and his hand tightened around her neck. He leaned over and suddenly approached her.
His voice could not hide the surging hatred. "You still have the face to mention what happened back then? How dare you!"
Deborah opened her mouth. Her neck was strangled, and she could not make a sound. She suddenly lost the desire to explain.
In these five years, Deborah had tried to explain too many times. She knew best that Ashton would not believe it.
Ashton tightened his grip bit by bit and looked at Deborah's face, which had turned red because of lack of oxygen.
His voice was cold and bone-chilling. "I will never save your bastard. I've been dreaming of the day you die with her. You've caused Helen to suffer. You deserve to die."
Deborah let out a hurried and painful voice, but there was no way for her to complete her sentence.
It was probably because the wind in the evening was too strong, causing her eyes to unconsciously turn red.
What else could she explain?
For so many years, everyone in Richmond knew that the illegitimate daughter, Deborah, was shameless and kept pestering Ashton. She racked her brains to sleep with Ashton and forced him to marry her after she got pregnant.
There was irrefutable proof.
Ashton took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the hand that he used to grab Deborah's neck.
"Get lost. Don't ever let me see you and that bastard again."
Deborah was kicked to the ground. She tried to get up. She had just propped up the ground to get up a little when she fell down again.
This time, she seemed to fall even harder. She was in so much pain that her face was trembling.
Kneeling in the snow for five hours, Deborah felt that her knees and body were cold and painful. Her body shivered, and she could not bear it.
The blood on her face faded, and Deborah secretly swallowed a mouthful of blood in her mouth. She did not say anything more, slowly and clumsily standing up.
Her phone rang. It was from the doctor.
Deborah picked up the call. The doctor said anxiously, "Ms. Shepherd, your daughter has a high fever again and has a serious nosebleed. She is in a rather bad condition. Hurry up and come over. And you have to pay the medical fees!"
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
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!"
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.