Roland Wyatt, the 32-year-old CEO of The Wyatts, a multi-billion dollar fashion empire, had never been challenged until Blair Rodrigo slapped him. Their first meeting turned sour when his car splashed dirty rainwater on her, and he insensitively refused to apologize, offering her $100 instead. In response, she slapped his flawless face. He believed an ordinary girl dared to hit him. His bruised ego wouldn't let him forget it. Weeks later, Blair unknowingly applied for a job at his Fashion House, unaware that the man she'd met weeks ago was the CEO. Seeking a job as a dressmaker, she was met with a surprising proposal-"Marry me," he demanded. "And I'll handle your grandmother's hospital bills and your brother's court case...otherwise, prepare to face assault charges for hitting me and potential jail time." To most women, Roland Wyatt was the embodiment of a dream man-wealthy, handsome, and powerful. But to Blair, he was everything she despised. Arrogant, cold, and self-centered. Yet, with no other options, Blair reluctantly agreed to the contract marriage. Over time, Roland, known for his cold-hearted nature, started developing feelings for her sweet and selfless personality. This exposed a different, warmer side of Roland that she never knew existed. However, just as their feelings for each other grew, Roland's past returned to haunt them. His ex-girlfriend, Sophie Marcus, who had left him years ago to pursue her dreams, reappeared unexpectedly. Her sudden return stirred up old feelings in Roland, forcing him into a dilemma-choosing his ex, a high-profile A-list model, or his wife, Blair, who was now five months pregnant with his child.
I stood at the bus station, waiting patiently to catch the next bus to work, as the cool morning air brushed against my skin. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was an unknown caller. I frowned, ignoring it, but when the call persisted, I answered.
"Hello," the caller's voice boomed. "Am I speaking with Blair Rodrigo?"
"Yes, and who am I speaking with?" I asked in a hurry.l, trying to cover the sudden anxiety tightening in my chest.
"Your brother, Trevor Rodrigo, has been accused of rape." His words hit me like a big slap. "I'll send you an address. You are needed in court."
"What! How?!" I questioned, freaking out, disbelief and panic rising within me. But the caller had already hung up. A moment later, my phone beeped with a new message with the court address.
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I sat in the courtroom, my hands clenched tightly in my lap, the air thick with anticipation and dread. The room was stark, the pale walls adorned only with the American flag and the court's seal. My gaze was fixed on Trevor, who stood at the defendant's table, his face a mask of stoic resignation. This couldn't be real. It felt like a nightmare but the cold hard seat brought me back I to reality.
Trevor worked as a cleaner at the Williams mansion-along with his girlfriend, Betty. My mind raced, piecing the story I had heard together. Betty was allegedly raped by Xavier Williams, the son of Trevor's boss, but in an effort to manipulate the situation, they bribed the girl's family to coerce her into accusing Trevor instead. The rich ones had pulled their manipulative strings again.
"After hearing from both parties," The judge's voice resounded in the court, pulling me out of my thoughts as I regained my focus.
"This honorable court..." He paused, his gaze fixed on Trevor, who stood in the witness box, visibly consumed by fear and anxiety. "...finds you, Trevor Rodrigo, guilty of the accusation of rape, and hereby sentences you to fifteen years in prison. The court finds Betty George not guilty."
A sharp gasps escaped my lips. I shot to my feet to reassure Trevor, but the police were quicker, preventing me from meeting him.
"I'll do anything to get you out of here, I promise!" I screamed at the top of my voice, but he was already gone.
As anger rose inside me, my eyes darted to Betty and her family, who were sitting amidst the crowd in the courtroom. How much did they pay them to betray Trevor? I turned my gaze into Sam Williams, my gaze locking with his son's Xavier Williams who was smirking with confidence in a corner.
"Barrister Paul!" I called out, spooting him admist the crowd. A young man in his early thirties, dressed in the customary attire of a black robe and white wig, clutching a leather-bound legal briefcase. As he turned to me, I rushed down to meet him.
Slightly out of breath, I went on, my voice trembling, "Barrister Paul, we both know that Trevor...isn't guilty. You know that!"
"Err... Well, Miss Rodrigo, you heard when the girl testified that your brother was the one who had violated her." He replied, shifting uncomfortably, glancing away. "And there was other evidence, along with witnesses to corroborate it... I'm sorry, but, the case was out of my hands."
"What?" I stared at him in disbelief.
He said it with an air of indifference, "I really tried my best to help you and your brother despite the little you paid me, but I guess you just have to suck it up." He added, "It is just fifteen years, after all."
If only looks could kill, then he would have been dead by that moment as I shot him a deadly glare.
"If you would excuse me," and with that, he walked away.
My phone buzzed in my hand. It was the hospital. Dread settled on me as I answered, "Dr James."
"Miss Rodrigo, you have to find every way to get the money. Your grandmother's condition is deteriorating rapidly. Her kidney has ceased to function." He continued, "If the surgery is not carried out as soon as possible. I'm afraid there's a significant risk that she may not survive much longer."
"Please, Dr James. She is all I...we've got." I begged, my voice trembling.
I had been tested and confirmed as a potential donor for my grandmother. However, the delay in the entire process was primarily due to the cost of the transplant.
Feeling suffocated after hearing what the doctor said, I begged, "Dr. James, please, I am begging you to do everything in your power to save my grandmother I promise I'll find a way to get the money... I'll pay you."
He replied, almost immediately, "Hmm...I'm afraid there is nothing we can do, Miss Rodrigo. It's only fair that you deposit at least half of the money before we can do anything for her. Remember, we have treated her without collecting a dime from you." He continued, "Or better still, you can take her to another hospital."
A brief silence lingered over the line before the doctor's voice returned, saying, "Have a nice day."
The whole world seemed to be closing in on me and I wondered if I could escape before it I got trapped. How was I supposed to come up with a whopping sum of twenty million dollars for her kidney transplant when I only had three thousand dollars in my account?
Frustrated, I crouched down in front of the court, people passing me by. I caught a glimpse of Betty. Attempting to call out her name, another call came in again-this time, my short-tempered boss, Micheal.
I worked as a waitress at a restaurant not far from where I lived. While the pay wasn't sufficient to cover all my expenses, it was still reasonable.
"Mr Micheal, good morning," I greeted anxiously, already anticipating his outburst.
He shouted, "What is good about the morning, Blair? Huh?!" I could picture his facial expressions as he talked, "You tell me what's good about the morning. Your shift was supposed to start at 9am, and it's now past ten, yet you're not here."
"...errm, Sir, I-" I started to say but he cut me off.
He thundered, "Shut it, Blair! I am not paying you to slack off or just play around. You are fired!"
Zoya, a Billionaire's daughter faked her marriage with Abrar. Abrar met Zoya crying in the streets and decided to help her. But to his surprise, he discovered that Zoya was his boss's only daughter. Zoya used him and presented him as her husband for engagement. At first, Abrar didn't even know what was going on until Zoya presented him a marriage contract papers. She threatened him that he should either accept her contract or loss his job in her father's Company. They got married, and betrayal, hide and seek, fake love, fake marriage life's threat, and kidnapped were all the order of the day.
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.
Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole's life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme. Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor's cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty. "Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!" Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. "I don't hate you, Nicole," he sneers. "I despise you." When Nicole reveals she's pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica's determination to rid the family of her. After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child. Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die. "I'll make them pay so dearly that they'd regret ever been born!" She declares. This is a story of romance and revenge you don't want to miss!
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
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!"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.