For three years, Joanna had dedicated herself as both Anthony's secretary and his secret lover, all for her family's sake. Upon discovering Anthony's engagement to the woman he truly loved, Joanna chose to break off their affair, resign from her role, conceal her pregnancy, and leave without a trace. Five years later, Joanna had ascended to the role of CEO of a formidable business empire. In a bold public declaration, she announced her plans to acquire Anthony's group within three years. In a private moment, Anthony cornered Joanna, pressing her against the wall and softly kissing her near her lips. "If you desire it, I'm ready to offer it to you, okay? Just promise you won't leave me again."
"Relax."
A man's hand softly brushed Joanna Peters' collarbone, gliding along her body's contours.
A faint moan escaped her.
Joanna nibbled her lip, her voice trembling. "Anthony, we're at the office..."
Pressed against the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, her face, now a shade of deep red, mirrored back at her.
She attempted to move away, but Anthony Dixon's hands, familiar with every curve, teased her sensitively.
Her delicate body shook with intensity.
The heat of the moment seemed to fuel his desire even more.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway. Despite the closed blinds, her anxiety spiked.
Only ten minutes remained until the morning meeting. Several senior executives were already gathered in the conference room, secretaries bustling about just outside.
"Where's Joanna?"
"She was just here. Maybe she went to check the equipment in the conference room? Let's go."
A lump formed in Joanna's throat, the fear of being discovered overwhelming her.
She clasped a hand over her mouth, fearful of letting any sound escape.
Yet, the man looming behind her was relentless, his teasing and tormenting nearly pushing her to the brink of crying out.
"Anthony, you've lost your mind..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
In the reflection of the glass, Anthony's robust upper body and his cold, emotionless eyes were apparent. He seemed to relish her combined arousal and panic.
"When you pleaded to be my lover, you must have known a day like this would come." Anthony smirked, straightening up.
Waves of humiliation and embarrassment crashed over her. Joanna's eyes brimmed with tears that she could no longer contain.
The tears traced paths down her delicate cheeks, falling into her mouth and tasting unbearably bitter.
Three years prior, the Peters family's business endeavors were systematically sabotaged, and her father, Henrik Peters, saw his shares steadily diluted. Consumed by corporate affairs, he suffered a stroke at the office of Peters Group, leaving him paralyzed to this day.
On the same day, her brother Kyson Peters was arrested. In a matter of three hours, evidence was gathered, a trial was conducted, and he entered a guilty plea. At the peak of his youth, he received a sixteen-year sentence.
From behind the stark visitation glass in prison, he had instructed Joanna, "Look after the Peters Group for Dad."
Their mother had died young, and their stepmother, Mabel Peters, a woman of scholarly lineage from a small town, possessed a gentle and refined air but knew nothing of running a business. When disaster struck the Peters family, all she could manage was to weep beside her husband's bed.
The Peters family was struggling to survive amid the onslaught from more dominant clans, clinging to their existence by a thread.
Joanna, only eighteen at that time, shouldered all their burdens.
She soothed her stepmother and then ventured alone to the Dixon Group.
Fueled by a few drinks for courage, Joanna approached Anthony with boldness. She perched on his lap, looped her arms around his neck, and ventured, "Anthony, are you looking for a woman?"
Anthony, preoccupied with analyzing the Peters Group's shares, gently removed her hand and asked with a sly grin, "Which woman are you referring to?"
Once the beloved jewel of the Peters family, Joanna was the epitome of purity and innocence.
Yet, on that day, she transformed into a figure of tantalizing allure. Tilting her head back, she planted a soft kiss on the corner of Anthony's mouth and whispered, "Me."
With a chuckle, Anthony brushed the lipstick from his lips with his fingertip and playfully prodded, "And then?"
"Take me," she implored.
Shedding her coat, Joanna revealed striking lace lingerie in black and red - her usual demureness replaced by a blend of shyness and seduction, rendering her utterly captivating.
Without a word, Anthony shut his documents.
His gaze fixed on Joanna with predatory intensity, as if ready to consume her whole.
That day, they had sex.
In a moment of passion, Joanna clung to his muscular frame and pleaded, "Anthony, help me."
That night, she forged a devilish alliance, sacrificing herself to salvage the Peters Group.
"Alright. Join my company as my secretary," he proposed.
“She didn't transform! Everyone was transforming, except her!” “She's a Stealer, and she doesn't have a wolf!” My destiny took a dark turn on the night of the awakening. I was an adopted daughter and have always been maltreated by my parents and elder sister, Maya. All I wanted was to turn 18 and live an independent life with my dear soon-to-be mate, Arthur, far from the clutches of my family. However, on my 18th birthday, I discovered my despicable nature as a 'Stealer,' a scent luring widowed and lone werewolves to mate with me. What's more, there was no wolf appeared in me. Knowing this, Arthur swiftly renounced our bond, selling me to the formidable Alpha Wolfe in exchange for something valuable. But when Wolfe first met me in the dungeon and perceived my scent, he could feel his wolf panicking and howling. It was the scent of his fated mate! But why did Maya also have the same scent? Sisters may share the same scent, but we were just adoptive sisters. Something was amiss. Despite the potential bond, Alpha Wolfe had ulterior motives, refusing to acknowledge me as his mate, regardless of our shared destiny."
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
"Let's get divorced, she's back." On their second wedding anniversary, Adrian asked Eva for a divorce. "I can live well without you." Eva found out she was pregnant and decided to raise the child alone. Feeling like he must have been crazy, Adrian couldn't stop missing Eva every day after the divorce. He searched all over the world until one day he saw the woman he had been searching for walking happily with a child. "Whose child is this?" Adrian was shocked.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"