Jennifer Bennett, the rightful heiress to the Bennett legacy, fought hard for her family's recognition, only to be eclipsed by an impostor. Faced with false accusations, bullying, and public humiliation, Jennifer eventually gave up trying to win their approval. Vowing to rise above the injustice, she became the bane of those who wronged her. The Bennett family's efforts to break her only fueled her success, leading her to heights her rivals could only dream of. Someone asked, "Do you feel let down by your parents?" With a calm smile, Jennifer said, "It doesn't matter. In the end, power prevails."
On a remote island in north of the Agosby Ocean...
"Welcome to the Plevale Agent Training Camp, a renowned facility for training elite agents. My name is Jennifer Bennett, also known as Rose. I'll be overseeing your special training this month. Today marks your first day. Here are my rules. First, I do not tolerate questions about my instructions. You are to obey my commands without hesitation. Second, this place doesn't operate under any legal or authoritative system, so forget your real names. Use only your codenames here."
Under the blazing sun, a young woman dressed in a black training suit stood on the vast field. A black mask shielded her face, leaving only her impassive eyes visible as she gazed sternly at the men before her.
After Jennifer Bennett's briefing, an assistant began handing out tags, each numbered differently.
"Ma'am!" A voice interrupted as the numbers were distributed.
Turning toward the voice, Jennifer spotted a blond man, his eyes seething with anger.
With a slight sneer, Jennifer responded, "Speak."
"I can't accept the number 13. I need a different one."
Her sneer widening, Jennifer motioned with a finger. "Come here."
The blond man, holding his numbered tag, walked toward her. "In my homeland, 13 is unlucky. I cannot accept this number. I..."
He was cut off as a cold breeze seemed to pass through him.
Jennifer, without moving otherwise, raised her leg swiftly, aiming a kick at the man's temple. Despite his greater height, her kick was precise, her leg stretching into a straight 180-degree angle.
The blond man, skilled in combat, quickly raised his arms to shield his head.
Her combat boot connected with his arm instead, the impact sending a sharp pain through him and causing him to reel backward a few steps.
When he regained his balance, Jennifer gestured with her finger once more. "Change your number if you wish, but only by defeating me."
"That's your condition, ma'am?"
The blond man lunged at her in response to her challenge.
His fist shot toward Jennifer's head; he was a world-famous boxer known for knocking out an 800-pound bull with a single blow.
He doubted Jennifer could evade his attack.
As his fist neared, Jennifer stood her ground, swiftly catching his punch at the last second.
"Damn!" an onlooker cursed loudly.
Shock replaced the rage in the blond man's eyes.
How did she manage that?
While he was still reeling, Jennifer grabbed his wrist, leaped over him, and delivered a firm kick to his back, driving him face-first into the ground. She twisted his wrist violently, a harsh snap audible to all.
"Argh..." the man screamed as his wrist broke, sweat beading his forehead while he lay on the ground.
Jennifer then placed her foot on his face and pressed down. "Anybody else wants to switch their number?"
The humiliation was clear in the blond man's eyes as he clenched his jaw, staying quiet.
Seeing his expression, Jennifer let out a cold laugh. Suddenly, she pressed down harder with her foot.
"No... I'll hold onto it," the man hastily replied, wincing as a sharp pain pierced his temple.
"Get back in line!" Jennifer ordered, her voice dripping with mockery.
She was fully aware that these trainees were not just anyone-they were elite soldiers and experts from around the world, all testing her authority.
Yet, they had not earned her respect.
With a casual flick of her foot, Jennifer prompted the blond man to scurry back into line. The remaining trainees were too terrified to utter a single word.
Jennifer stood with her arms folded, about to address the group, when a frantic voice interrupted through her Bluetooth earpiece, saying, "Ms. Bennett, we have a situation. The headquarters building has been breached."
At that moment, the island's alarm began to wail.
The piercing sound transformed Jennifer's face into a mask of concern. Stored within the Plevale headquarters were numerous internationally sensitive files; a breach could lead to catastrophic leaks.
She turned to the assistant instructor standing nearby and said sternly, "Handle everything here."
Without another word, she dashed toward the headquarters building.
As Jennifer approached, she noticed a shadowy figure effortlessly jumping from a fourth-floor window, landing perfectly despite the fifty feet drop.
While chasing, Jennifer noticed the intruder was a tall man. He moved with impressive speed and agility.
Behind him, gunfire broke out. He dodged and returned fire seamlessly, his responses deadly accurate.
Surveying the fallen soldiers around the building, a chill of ruthlessness filled Jennifer.
This intruder was the first to ever break out from the headquarters unscathed.
"Ms. Bennett, you're here!"
The guards at the building breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing her and quickly approached.
"Deploy a sniper to the lookout tower. I want him stopped!"
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.
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On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
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.”
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?"