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He, handsome and powerful, enjoyed his fame of a renowned billionaire! She, cunning and unconventional, accidentally got involved with him! "I took your pants by mistake! I am so sorry but trust me this is just a misunderstanding. And... I may have to go." She gracefully escaped through the window, leaving the enraged CEO tied to the bed. "At any cost, capture the pants-stealing woman! I'll personally punish her!" Furious, he ordered a city-wide search. When caught, she was dancing with a male model! The CEO angrily pressed her against the wall, sincerity on his face, "Darling, I can do better than the model." And then, unexpectedly... News went crazy about what happened on that dancing night!
"Shh, keep it down, or I might just beat you!"
In the luxurious presidential suite, Benedict Radcliffe, the famous tycoon of the city, found himself in a rather humiliating position as a charming young lady straddled him on the king-sized bed.
His hands were restrained with a belt tied to the bedpost, and his shirt had been undone, with even the buttons of his trousers popped open.
"Do you even know who you're messing with? I advise you to release me immediately! If you do, I might consider giving you a lighter punishment!" Benedict maintained a stern expression, his deep-set eyes seething with anger.
Cordelia Montague gripped the man's muscular chest, glaring at him fiercely. "Of course, I know who you are. You stole the game design from our studio, cheated on a young lady, got her pregnant, and refused to take responsibility. You've committed multiple offenses, and I'm going to sentence you today!"
She spoke while pulling out a small eyebrow razor from her purse.
Benedict was infuriated, wondering how this woman managed to slip past the tight security and release a smoke bomb in his room, leaving him powerless.
Cordelia lifted his shirt, revealing his well-built physique, with clearly defined abs.
Yet, this couldn't mask the fact that he was a scoundrel.
With the eyebrow razor in hand, she slid it toward the man's groin, gently tapping a few times. Was it here?
Just then, her phone rang, and Cordelia answered it.
"Cordelia, where are you?"
"I'm dealing with the scumbag who bullied Stella!" Cordelia glared at the man and replied.
"We've already taken care of him. Why haven't we seen you?"
Cordelia was stunned, her whole body freezing. "I remember him being in the Presidential Suite 9999 of the International Hotel, isn't he?"
"No! He's in the Presidential Suite 9999 of the Interstellar Hotel!"
Cordelia's pupils dilated, her heart skipping a beat. "You have dealt with that jerk? Then, what do I do with the man on my end..."
She pretended to stay calm, tucked away her phone, and turned her sweet smile toward the man. "It turns out there was a misunderstanding, handsome." She completely lost the fierceness she had when she spoke just now.
Despite her innocent appearance, the man's expression remained ominously dark. He chuckled coldly. "I prefer it when you call me a scoundrel."
"Sure thing, scoundrel-handsome."
At the sound of this, Benedict's face grew even darker.
Suddenly, there was a disheveled knocking on the door, indicating that the assistant had noticed something was amiss.
"Mr. Radcliffe, how are you?"
Benedict narrowed his cold eyes, angrily saying, "Come in, and whoever catches this woman will be handsomely rewarded!"
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.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
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."
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
"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?