Married to James for two years, Emily became the town's infamous scapegoat. As the legitimate Mrs. Green, she could only watch helplessly as her family went bankrupt, her father was convicted, and no one extended a hand to help. James coldly looked at her and said, "Emily, as long as I don't speak, who in New York City would dare help you?" Everyone watched as she faced failure after failure, battered and bloodied, while others looked on with cold indifference. Until that snowy night in the mountains, when she was being tormented and walking alone in the snow, a rider appeared, pulled her onto his horse, and embraced her. The first time they met, she lit a cigarette for him, and his face was filled with emotions that were difficult to understand. The next time, he found her hiring a male escort and said, "Mrs Emily, how much are you willing to pay to buy me?" He, Allen, was composed, dignified, and noble-an esteemed gentleman from a prestigious family, admired by everyone in New York City. But that day, Emily was photographed leaving Allen's residence early in the morning. The city was in an uproar. The beloved, charming millionaire of New York City had stolen another man's wife! Everyone said Emily had bewitched him, and her affair became the talk of the town. Yet Allen's response was a simple four words, "It has nothing to do with her, I was the one who seduced her." The wind rustled through the pine trees, and snow fell all around. From the very beginning, it was he who had actively pursued her.
"Pavilion Manor," a low-key yet extremely private estate on the outskirts of New York City, had also been the most mysterious private club in the city for the past two years.
In the freezing cold, Emily wrapped herself in an oat-colored cashmere coat, standing in the wind for quite a while. Even so, she could not stop the chill creeping through her body.
The man leading the way walked with steady steps, guiding Emily all the way to the last room on the third floor of the small building. Stopping at the door, he gestured politely. "Miss Emily is inside."
Emily hadn't expected to see Jackie so easily. Just as she was about to push the door open, the man suddenly called out to her again.
"Miss Emily, I can take care of your coat for you."
His tone was calm, as if he was used to doing this.
Emily didn't hesitate. With a casual flick of her chestnut-colored wavy hair, she took off her coat, revealing the black backless bodycon dress underneath, and stepped inside.
The exterior of the small building was unremarkable, and the interior wasn't particularly luxurious either. However, the space was quite large, divided by lighting into two contrasting halves-one bright, one dim.
Emily had expected a lively scene inside, but to her surprise, there was only Jackie, sitting alone under the bright lights, slouched lazily in a black leather sofa chair, idly playing with his phone.
No wonder she had been let in so easily. Judging by the situation, Mr. Williams must be quite bored.
Hearing the door open, Jackie lifted his head.
He had an exceptionally handsome face-sharp features, fair skin, and dark, luminous eyes that carried a faint trace of boyishness. At first glance, he appeared normal.
But what kind of "normal" man would say something as outrageous as "Virgins only"?
Not only did he say it, but he had also made it his life motto, shamelessly and publicly declaring it to the world.
When it came to absurdity, no one in New York City could outmatch him.
Jackie's gaze swept over Emily, and after a moment, a playful smile appeared on his lips. "How come I never knew there was such a beauty in New York City?"
Emily lowered her gaze slightly and smiled. "I appreciate Mr. Williams granting me this meeting."
"What, are all the men in New York City blind?" Jackie gestured for her to sit while pouring her a glass of red wine. "A beauty like you, so stunning and full of life, and yet still... untouched?"
Emily knew he had mistaken her for a woman throwing herself at him, but she still reached out and accepted the wine he offered.
"Sorry, Mr. Williams, I believe you may have misunderstood my purpose here today. I came to apologize to you on behalf of my sister."
Jackie raised an eyebrow. "Your sister?"
"Amy."
Jackie didn't respond immediately; instead, he poured himself another drink.
On the round table in front of him, there were two whiskey glasses-one was Jackie's, while the other had tiny beads of condensation forming on the glass.
It seemed the window had been left slightly open, allowing a faint, crisp, and clean scent to drift through the air-like cedar trees on a distant mountain, cool and serene.
It wasn't Jackie's scent.
Emily couldn't help but glance toward the dimly lit area.
Could there be someone else there?
Jackie took a slow sip of his drink. When he looked up again, his expression had turned indifferent. Ignoring the reason for her visit, he simply said, "So, you're saying you're not untouched?"
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Emily's fingers.
Emily had taken off her wedding ring some time ago, but the mark left by wearing it for so long had yet to fade completely.
"Of course," Jackie sneered, staring at the faint ring mark. "Unless you tell me there's actually a man out there who's blind enough to resist a woman as stunning as you."
His smirk was wicked, his tone even more cutting.
"You came to see me-does your husband know about this?"
Emily acted as though she hadn't heard him. From her handbag, she took out a check and placed it in front of him.
"My sister is young and naive. We appreciate your kindness in lending her money, but we don't wish for Mr. Williams to go out of his way for us. Please accept this repayment."
Jackie raised an eyebrow and let out a cold laugh. "Interesting. Your sister made a deal with me yesterday, and today you come to break it. What, do I look like someone who's easy to play with?"
"In life, many things are simply for entertainment. Mr. Williams has met countless people-my sister is not irreplaceable. Why insist on someone so young and immature?"
Jackie suddenly widened his eyes. "Are you trying to suggest that I abandon your sister and... take you instead, Mrs.?"
He deliberately emphasized the word Mrs., dripping with mockery.
Emily remained composed. "I know I'm not to Mr. Williams' taste. All I can say is, if you ever need me in the future, I will do everything in my power to help. Would Mr. Williams not consider it?"
Jackie gave her a long, scrutinizing look.
Emily had a strikingly beautiful face. Jackie had always believed that knowing one's own beauty was a virtue in women. Yet, for some reason, her beauty seemed veiled-like a thin layer of mist obscured it, making it feel unreal.
Elusive, yet enticing.
Suddenly, a faint "hiss" sound came from the shadows. A flicker of light flashed-it seemed someone had struck a match.
Emily turned her head toward the dimly lit area once again.
The fire was faint, seemingly cupped by a pair of hands.
She thought the person had lit the match to smoke, but no smell of tobacco followed.
As the match burned, Jackie suddenly chuckled.
"You said if I ever need you, you'd do your best to help, right?" Jackie tilted his chin toward the shadows. "Well, I have a guest here tonight, and he's in a bad mood. Cheer him up, and we'll talk."
Emily met his gaze for a moment, then picked up something from the table before rising to her feet and walking toward the darkness.
Moving from light into shadow, her vision took a moment to adjust. She could barely make out the silhouette of a man standing by the window, his posture as still as a towering pine tree.
He was looking outside, not sparing Emily even a glance.
At the same time, the cold, crisp, and serene scent brushed past her once more, carried by the wind from the open window.
Emily hesitated briefly, then took two steps closer.
"Miss Emily, if you do this, what will your husband think?"
Jackie's mocking voice rang out from the bright side of the room.
But Emily didn't pause. She stepped right up to the man.
He was tall-so tall that, even in high heels, she had to tilt her head slightly to look at him.
She raised her hand, bringing the object to his lips.
In the darkness, the man parted his lips slightly, taking what she offered.
Hiss-
The sound of a match striking echoed once more.
Emily cupped the tiny flame in her hands, gently bringing it toward him.
For a fleeting moment, in the wavering light, she glimpsed the depths of his eyes-dark as midnight, untamed, and unfathomable.
Smoke curled upward, and the glow of the match began to fade.
In the dim light, the ember at the tip of the cigarette burned brighter, mirroring the tightening of the man's jawline as the flame licked at the darkness.
The gentle twilight cast a soft glow on Alexander's face. His striking features seemed sculpted by the gods. He was the same age as Sunny's dad, Lucas, and yet why was Alexander so gorgeous and young? Sunny had always believed her father Lucas was already impossibly handsome. But compared to Alexander, her dad suddenly seemed dimmed. "Uncle Alexander, what are you doing here?" Alexander replied gently, "Waiting for someone."Sunny tilted her head. "Who are you waiting for?"Alexander said softly, "Someone who may never come." There was a faint sadness in his eyes as he spoke, and something about it pierced Sunny' s heart. A wave of sorrow surged through her, tightening her throat and bringing tears. Sunny asked, "If the one is never coming back, why keep waiting?"Alexander looked at her and said seriously, "Because I promised her I would." Alexander then asked, "Sunny, have you ever fallen in love with someone?"Sunny answered,"Nope. My dad doesn't let me date early."Alexander smiled faintly."I did. I fell in love young."Sunny looked at him curiously, and Alexander added with a subtle smile,"Loving her was the happiest thing in my life. She means my world." Before turning twenty, Sunny had always been the apple of her billionaire father Lucas's eyes, until he was ruined overnight by his nemesis, trillionaire Alexander, the cold-blooded rising king of Chicago. Not only did this ruthless tycoon destroy Lucas's corporation, he even took Lucas's daughter Sunny back to his luxurious mansion...Then came an accident, and Sunny was back to the time when her father Lucas was still a teenager. She watched, stunned, as her father laughed wildly, hanging out with a group of reckless boys. And there he was, gripping Alexander by the collar, patting his cheek,"Admit it, Alexander, you lost, huh?" Everyone at school knew there were two people you couldn't mess with. Lucas, the heir to a powerful family, arrogant, fierce, born to be bad; Alexander, stunning, silent, stoic, with fists as hard as steel and bones even harder. They were sworn enemies. Lately, the school prince Lucas had a teenage girl trailing behind him, named Sunny, who looked 90% like him, always following in his footsteps. One day, Lucas, completely exasperated, shoved some cash into her hands. Lucas, "This is the last time. Stop following me. We are almost the same age. I can never be your dad!" Sunny was in tears, "Dad..." After that, Sunny really stopped following him. And Lucas found himself weirdly missing Sunny. Until he saw his archenemy Alexander pinning Sunny to the wall, asking coldly, "Do you like me?"Sunny blushed. "Y-yes... I do." Lucas gaped. His Sunny, dated with his nemesis Alexander? He was so furious he nearly exploded. Alexander smirked, "Admit it, Lucas, Sunny likes me, not you." Lucas, "..."
In San Francisco, everyone knew that the always cold and aloof daughter of The Green family had married a crippled man from a wealthy family. Three years into the marriage, she remained childless, and outsiders mocked her, saying she was still a virgin. But no one knew- For three years, she had been unable to sleep every single night. Due to a car accident, a top billionaire became disabled, and his lover left for abroad. Cathy had no choice but to marry Lucas, being his wife at night and his caretaker during the day. Until one day, there was hope for his legs to recover, and his first love returned. Cathy overheard him saying that he would definitely divorce her. Cathy fulfilled her duty and took good care of him. Since he wanted a divorce, she turned and left without hesitation. Three years of marriage? She considered them a moment of misplaced responsibility-just a good deed to make up for the past.
For the three years he was my live-in husband, there was no physical contact between us. He was like my most loyal butler, servant, and caretaker. But when he became my financial backer, we were intimate all the time, indulging in passion every night. "I've been thinking about you for a long time..." In the darkness of the night, the man kissed me recklessly. He was my live-in husband. Thus, as the precious daughter of a wealthy family, I had no choice but to let this destitute man marry into my family and become my husband. Out of resentment, I humiliated him repeatedly, mistreated him, and even resorted to physical abuse. Yet, he never got angry, always maintaining the appearance of an obedient and gentle man. But just as I was slowly falling for him, he suddenly asked me for a divorce. The once gentle and submissive man turned into a cunning and terrifying figure overnight. In an instant, my family fell into ruin, while he rose to power. The man I once trampled underfoot had transformed into my financial backer.
The Tragic Fate of Alex, the Rise of Diana The head of the top US consortium, Alex, met an untimely demise, and all his assets were transferred to Diana. The real heiress of The White Family was found after eighteen years. Yet, everyone mocked her, calling her uncultured, useless, and nothing more than a pretty vase. However, at the wedding of the century, when the wife of the young head of The Smith Family was revealed to be none other than the "vase" Diana, the socialites of New York City were left pounding their chests in disbelief-How could she deserve this?! After Alex's death, Diana not only had to face the covetous gazes of The Smith Family but also play the role of a leader among various powerful organizations. Alex's subordinates assured her, "We will handle everything; you just need to sit on the throne." But later... When Diana was in danger, she wielded a gun, stepping on her enemy with a dazzling smile, "Be good, and I'll give you a quick death." When her loved ones fell ill, the legendary medical master personally visited and admitted-she was Diana's senior disciple! The renowned racing legend willingly became Diana's personal driver, calling her "Boss" at every turn. Alex's subordinates were in utter disbelief, "Wasn't she supposed to be a weak little white flower, a soft and obedient golden canary?!" But Alex wasn't entirely dead. When his consciousness awakened, he found himself soul-bound to a plush doll-one that Diana had designed in his likeness. Now, he not only had to endure being dressed and undressed by Diana but also be at her mercy, bathed and squeezed in her hands... Watching her reveal one hidden identity after another, Alex was utterly dumbfounded. Even the woman he admired and respected the most-was her?! [Mini Theater 1] Alex, now in plush doll form, was held against Diana's soft, snowy chest as she stood before a mirror. Staring at his own ridiculously extravagant appearance, his expression cracked- "Is this really how she sees me in her heart?!" Diana's fingers teasingly unfastened his tiny clothes, one button at a time. Alex shut his eyes, his mind filled with only one thought- "I want to die." [Mini Theater 2] Diana stared at the dust-covered plush doll, frowning, "My doll is precious-I have to wash it myself." Alex's inner monologue, "Stay away from me!" After an intense round of scrubbing and kneading, his soul burned with shame, his spirit flushed red, on the verge of tears. Diana, completely satisfied, gave him a kiss-he turned even redder... They said Alex had a cleanliness obsession, high standards, and was impossible to please. But now? He felt that... maybe staying dirty wasn't so bad after all. [Mini Theater 3] Once back in his real body, Alex trapped Diana against the wall, his gaze burning as he questioned, "You took so much advantage of me, destroyed my innocence-how are you going to repay me?" Diana's eyes gleamed mischievously. "That bad, huh? How about you cry for me first?" Alex, "..."
"Rose, do you have to be this shameless?" He yanked her hair tighter, forcing her to lift her face. She stared straight into his eyes and let out a cold laugh. "Yeah, I'm shameless. But what, you think you're any better? Talking about marriage one minute and pounding into me like crazy the next. We're just a pair of filthy lovers, aren't we? So stop pretending to be so righteous!" Alexander is aloof and arrogant; she is wild and unrestrained. For revenge, she meticulously approaches him, shamelessly flirts with him, and cunningly schemes against him. She disrupts his engagement party, drives away his first love, and repeatedly steps on his bottom line. One late night, he corners her against the wall. "Rose, what other tricks do you have that I don't know about?" And just like that, she barges into his world, does whatever she pleases, and drags him down from his throne step by step until she completely devours him... Upon returning home, Rose discovers that CEO Alexander who just gave her a sky-high breakup fee is actually her half-sister's fiancé. He broke up with her because he got engaged to her half-sister. To make matters worse, Rose's biological mother had also met her tragic fate because of her stepmother. Her mind remained clear at all times. Now, her goal was no longer as simple as forcing Alexander to call off the engagement. Her desire had grown. She wanted to possess him completely-body and soul-to conquer him, to make him entirely hers. Only his powerful status and background could truly help her reclaim everything she had lost. She had always known what he wanted. She had always known how to provoke his anger, make him compromise, lure him into indulgence, make him lose himself-until he became a puppet of her.
At first sight, in order to create a bond with Angela, Frances risked his life and deliberately staged a car accident. Angela was the adopted daughter of the Moore family. On the night she was kicked out of the house, her fiancé was already on the entertainment headlines, holding her sister in his arms. Later, Angela was caught up in endless scandals because she had gotten involved with the most powerful man. Everyone mocked her, saying she was nothing more than Mr. William's fleeting amusement. Little did they know that from the moment Frances first laid eyes on her, he had only one thought-to steal her away! To take her from the hands of her fiancé. Everyone was waiting to see Angela make a fool of herself, deliberately asking about her relationship with Frances. He merely smiled and said, "Perhaps I haven't tried hard enough. After being married for so long, Mrs. Williams still refuses to acknowledge me publicly and give me a proper title." That night, the air was damp. Angela was breathless as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. His breath was scorching. "Mrs. Williams, have I tried hard enough?" Angela gritted her teeth. He was trying... far too hard!
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
After three years of loveless marriage, Kira was slapped with divorce papers. She has shown him her unrequited love throughout her entire marriage with him, but he decided to turn blind eyes all because of his lover. Distraught and heartbroken, Kira choose to sign the divorce papers with bitter heart. But then and there, she promised herself that when she's back, he will come crawling to her, but she will make him pay for hurting her. Join Kira as she transform to a wealthy heiress and soared as the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar empire, a remarkable healer and make her ex-husband pay!
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
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.
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!