"Woman! No one dares to make such a request to me!" Baylee mistook her husband for an escort in a club. Julian thought she wanted to be his sugar mommy, finding it ridiculous. In the end, Julian fell in love with her, only to discover she was his wife who would soon divorce him. On the day before their divorce, Julian tore up the divorce agreement, and pleaded with Baylee to stay with red eyes, "Please don't leave me, okay?"
"We should get a divorce."
"Meet me tomorrow afternoon at four o'clock at Lewis Mansion. We need to talk."
Baylee Morrison was propped against the bar, her eyes fixed on her phone. Her grip on the device was so tight that her knuckles whitened, a stark contrast to the dark bar atmosphere.
The two messages signaled the imminent end of her three-year marriage to Julian Lewis. A whirlwind of emotions surged through her.
Julian hadn't bothered to discuss the divorce with her beforehand.
Their marriage, if it could even be called that, had been suffocating. Baylee had not met Julian in person even after they got married. With a bitter smile, she tossed back a glass of wine.
The dance floor was alive with revelers, the club's vibrant scene a stark contrast to Baylee's inner turmoil. This was Breross' most exclusive club, a playground for the rich.
Baylee's eyes scanned the crowd, searching for Linda Wright, her closest friend.
Linda had coaxed Baylee out tonight to toast the imminent end of her celibate marriage and the prospect of returning to single life.
But Linda was nowhere to be seen. Baylee signaled the bartender. "Another brandy, please."
Her concerns were not solely about her impending divorce; her career was at a standstill.
Star Company, where she worked, had not been receiving any major orders recently. Without a turnaround, she faced financial jeopardy.
She downed another brandy, seeking solace in its burn.
After a few rounds, the alcohol kicked in, causing her to feel slightly dizzy.
Baylee checked the clock, realizing it was well past their agreed meeting time and puzzled by Linda's absence.
Right on cue, her phone rang-it was Linda calling.
"Sorry, Baylee!" Linda's urgent voice came from the other end, sounding breathless. "My boss sprung a last-minute trip on me. I can't make it tonight. Rain check?"
"It's okay. Take care of your work," Baylee responded, her tone forgiving.
Linda's voice carried a hint of mischief over the phone. "Baylee, since I can't be there, I've arranged a little surprise for you. I've booked a very charming companion for you in Room 777. Have fun!"
Baylee hesitated, her initial instinct was to decline. "But... I'm not sure that's wise. I'm still technically married."
Linda cut her off with a mix of frustration and indignation, "What marriage? Your husband of three years has barely acknowledged you, and now he wants a divorce out of the blue! He hasn't shown you any respect, so you don't need to consider his feelings."
Baylee's emotions churned as she listened.
Anger and self-pity surged within her.
Considering Julian's neglect over the past three years and his sudden desire for divorce, she thought maybe it was time to seek her own happiness.
"You're right," Baylee admitted, clutching her phone. The alcohol in her system lent her a rare boldness. "I don't owe Julian anything."
"Exactly!" Linda's voice was triumphant. "Go on, enjoy yourself."
After ending the call, Baylee rose, her movements a bit unsteady, and made her way to Room 777.
Determined to shed the frustrations of the past three years, she approached the door. The room number blurred and danced before her eyes as she pushed the door open and entered.
Inside, a man sat on the sofa, his back to her.
His posture exuded elegance.
At the sound of her entrance, he turned around, his expression detached.
Baylee squinted in the dim light, trying to discern his features.
The man before her had striking features, his handsome face framed by deep, penetrating eyes and full lips, lending him an air of sophistication.
Baylee found herself momentarily captivated by the sight, reinforcing Linda's assertion of his allure.
Julian, on receiving such unexpected attention, was equally surprised.
Encounters of this nature were not entirely new to him, so he responded with a frosty, "Leave."
Baylee, not quite herself due to the alcohol, ignored his command and drew closer, looping her arms around his neck.
"I have a thing for men with a wild side..." she murmured to Julian, her voice a drunken slur.
Enthralled by Julian's strong chest, Baylee felt emboldened and daringly pecked his cheek. She playfully tapped his face, locking eyes with him. "Handsome, you bear such a resemblance to my husband. Haha."
Julian, typically reserved and distant from women, found this proximity unusual. Surprisingly, he didn't push her away, experiencing an odd, unfamiliar warmth.
Yet, his patience had its limits.
With a swift move, Julian detached Baylee from himself, grabbed an ice bucket, and doused her with its contents, his tone sharp. "Wake up and see who you're really with."
The shock of the cold jolted Baylee to clarity. As she gazed at the man before her, a cool detachment reflected on his face.
With his visage now fully imprinted in her mind, a shocking realization dawned on her.
This man was Julian, her husband, unseen for three years, whom she had just mistaken for a gigolo!
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Season 1: Vanessa Saxon was once married to Luca Kensington, the cold and distant CEO of K Group. But when she was seven months pregnant, her adopted sister, Beatriz Langley, falsely accused her of having an affair with her best friend, Daxton Radcliffe, and carrying his child. The worst part? Luca believed Beatriz. In a fit of rage, Luca demanded their baby be removed prematurely, leading to a tragic event where Vanessa nearly died from the ordeal. Saved by Daxton, Vanessa disappeared. Now, five years later, she returns-stronger and determined-alongside her daughter, Isla Saxon, to exact her revenge on those who wronged her. SEASON 2: Framed for a crime she didn't commit, Senna Thorne lost everything-her family, her freedom, and the man she once loved. Betrayed and abandoned, she was sentenced to a fate worse than death. Magnus Voss, the ruthless billionaire who once held her heart, now sees her as nothing more than a murderer, a woman unworthy of mercy. But when fate grants her a second chance, she returns under a new name, Zara Skye-no longer the broken woman he cast aside. Yet Magnus refuses to let go. He sees her, he feels her, and deep down, he knows-she is the ghost that haunts him, the love he once destroyed. But this time, Senna isn't here for love. She's here for vengeance. When their paths collide once more, will he uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will her revenge burn them both to ashes?
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"