Ariana was forced to marry into the Anderson family. As a result of the union, everyone expected her to have a baby with her new husband. However, it turned out that her new husband, Theodore, was actually in a coma! Was Ariana doomed to live a life no different from that of a widow? Unexpectedly, her comatose husband regained consciousness on the day after their wedding! Theodore opened his eyes and looked at her coldly. "Who are you?" "I'm your ... wife," Ariana answered in a trance. Hearing this, Theodore looked extremely upset. "I don't recall getting married. This marriage doesn't count. I'll get my lawyer to handle the divorce procedures." If it weren't for the fact that his family stopped him from divorcing Ariana, the latter would've become an outcast the day after she got married. Later, she conceived a child and wanted to leave in secret, but Theodore caught wind of her plans and disagreed. Ariana looked at him stubbornly. "You don't even like me. You pick on me all the time. What's the point of our marriage? I want a divorce!" All of a sudden, Theodore's arrogance disappeared and he pulled her into a warm embrace. "You're my wife, and you're mine now. Don't even think about divorcing me!"
In the brightly lit operating room, Ariana Edwards lay on the cold table.
Her face was pale as she watched the doctor prepare the anesthesia, instinctively recoiling. Her desire to escape was evident.
"Don't worry, dear," the doctor said soothingly, noticing her fear. "It'll all be over quickly. There's nothing to fear from this procedure. Soon, you'll have your own baby."
Ariana could hardly muster a reply to the doctor's reassurances, a pained and sorrowful smile crossing her face.
How could she not be saddened?
She was still a virgin and yet, she was about to have a baby for a man she had never met.
Even if that man was Theodore Anderson, the heir to the prestigious Anderson family.
Ariana couldn't shake off the events from three days ago.
Only a month after her father's unexpected death, her stepmother, having seized the entire inheritance, suddenly produced her mother's possessions to lure Ariana back to the Edwards residence.
Upon her arrival, her stepmother had her phone confiscated by the maids and locked her away, hypocritically presenting her with consent forms for artificial insemination, a confidentiality agreement, and a marriage agreement.
"Ariana, we are family, after all. Don't hold my harshness against me. Your choices are to marry Theodore Anderson and become a surrogate mother or to marry a 60-year-old wealthy businessman. It's your decision."
Both choices felt like dead ends, and Ariana was determined not to agree.
She was already in love with her boyfriend, Jasper Anderson, and either option would mean betraying both herself and Jasper.
Yet in the end, she couldn't withstand her stepmother's merciless tactics and was forced into making a decision.
"Fine, I'll sign the consent for the insemination and the confidentiality agreement, but only if you return my mother's belongings."
Ariana set her terms through clenched teeth.
Once her stepmother agreed, Ariana signed the papers and was then taken to the hospital.
As the anesthesia began to take effect, Ariana felt her consciousness fading.
She suffered three days of torment, yet no one came to rescue her.
As she closed her eyes, thoughts of Jasper, her betrayed boyfriend, filled her with guilt.
Yet she felt she had no other option.
She resolved to make amends later.
With these thoughts, Ariana resigned herself to her fate.
When she woke up, the surgery was already complete. Opening her eyes, she saw Theodore's father, Darian Anderson, at her bedside.
"How did the surgery go?" Darian asked the doctor anxiously.
"Mr. Anderson, please be at ease, the operation was successful," the doctor responded respectfully. "However, we will need to wait a month to confirm if conception has occurred."
"Very well." Darian nodded with satisfaction, his eyes never meeting Ariana's, effectively treating her as nothing more than a tool.
Ariana despised being used as a tool, yet she felt utterly helpless.
What she wanted most was to get out of there as soon as possible and confess everything to Jasper.
Whether Jasper scolded her or even lashed out, she was prepared to accept it.
This was the consequence she had to face for her betrayal.
Suddenly, a familiar male voice reached her from outside the room.
"Dad, how did the surgery go?"
Why did that voice sound so familiar? It was like Jasper's...
Ariana was completely awake now, and she turned her head abruptly to look towards the door, hoping to see the figure she had been yearning for day and night.
In the next instant, Jasper actually stepped through the doorway.
A spark of joy lit up Ariana's eyes, her heart leaping, only to crash down immediately.
Because there, holding Jasper's hand, was her stepmother's daughter, her so-called younger sister, Brielle Edwards!
They entered together, closely, looking just like a loving couple.
Ariana was dumbfounded.
Why was Jasper with Brielle?
Didn't he realize that Brielle was one of the people she despised the most?
"Let me introduce you." Darian gestured towards Jasper and Brielle, introducing them to Ariana. "This is Jasper, Theodore's younger brother, and Brielle, his fiancée."
Younger brother? Fiancée?
Ariana's mind reeled in confusion.
She wanted to confront Jasper and Brielle loudly, demanding explanations, but the two of them simply looked at her, their expressions showing no surprise.
"Ariana." Brielle spoke first, her eyes gleaming with malice but her face painted with an innocent smile. "Congratulations."
Ariana suddenly felt dizzy, as if the whole world had turned upside down.
She felt betrayed, not just by the man she loved the most but also by the woman she despised the most, together.
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.
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
"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?
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
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!"