Secrets beneath the surface

In a charged nighttime confrontation, secrets come to light as Conley Crack confronts Old Master Scotfield-and takes an unexpected stand. While Charlotte waits silently, bracing for Conley's reaction to the truth about her past, Old Man Scotfield accuses her of manipulation and deceit. But instead of turning away, Conley reveals he had never believed Charlotte was insane. From the day they married, he had quietly observed, waiting for her to reveal her true self. To everyone's shock-especially Charlotte's-Conley chooses to defend her. He admits his anger, not at her, but at himself for allowing others to corner her into silence. Declaring his loyalty, he promises to protect her secrets, fight alongside her, and become a threat to anyone who dares harm her. His unwavering support stuns both Charlotte and the old man, who finally retreats in defeat. In the aftermath, Charlotte questions if Conley truly knew all along. His simple response-"I'm walking with you"-marks the beginning of a powerful alliance. No longer a marriage built on suspicion, theirs becomes a partnership rooted in trust. As shadows of danger loom ahead, Charlotte and Conley prepare to face the storm-together. Not just lovers, but co-conspirators against a world that never saw them c oming.

"Why? You're the daughter of Brooks, and you're the daughter of him. It's impossible for you to go back to summer and return to your ancestral roots. The daughter of the mistress is not qualified to go back to your ancestral roots." Paula muller let go of Danielle. She looked at her hand, which had just touched Laura face. She frowned in disgust, turned on the tap, and washed her hands several times. Looking at her actions, Danielle was so angry that her body was shaking. She glared at Paula muller with hatred. Compared with her pitiful act, Paula muller was obviously more pleasing to the eye when she looked like she wanted to strangle her. What she wanted was her reaction. She wanted to kill her, but she just couldn't get rid of the look in her eyes, which made her very happy. "Paula muller, I've endured your sharp and mean words time and time again. I've allowed you to beat and scold me again and again. I just want to go back to the Paula family. Why can't you let me go back?" "With my money! With the Paula Group now relying on me to not go bankrupt, can you?" Paula muller raised his eyebrows, and his red lips curved slightly. He was obviously smiling, but he couldn't see the smile in her eyes. The smile made Laura heart creep. She gritted her teeth and shouted in a low voice, "What right do you have? I just want to go back to the Paula family. I just want to be a daughter of my father, and I don't want to compete with you. For so many years, I have never appeared in front of you. Even if the death of my aunt has nothing to do with my mother, it's all in the past, isn't it?" Danielle didn't understand. She had never thought that her mother would replace Paula muller's mother. Why couldn't Paula muller give in and block her way so rudely? Paula muller's eyes turned cold. "I don't care how much love you want from me, but you don't seem to understand one thing about Danielle!" Laura body trembled. "You don't want anything, do you? You know it in your heart, and I know it in your heart. I said that those things were what I gave you. I don't care, but my Paula muller's things are mine. Those that are not taken out are mine. If you really want to take them away, you have to see if you have the ability!" As soon as he finished speaking. Paula muller directly pulled off the necklace around Laura neck from behind. "I have more means than you think, so Danielle, don't try to provoke me." Looking at the necklace in his hand. In Paula muller's mind, her mother's delicate and gentle face flashed through her mind. She felt a burst of pain in her heart. Her mother was such a gentle person, how could she meet a scumbag like Brooks? She clenched the necklace in her hand and said in a cold voice, "Help me send a message to his mother. He is not particularly smart today. If I see my mother's things in you or your mother next time, the Paula Group won't need them." Laura heart sank. She seemed to have vaguely understood, but she did not dare to clench her fists. Why did she have to walk in the direction of that little b*tch Paula muller? She was not willing to give up. "Paula muller!" She didn't want to call her sister these two disgusting words anymore. Anyway, her face had been torn apart, so she didn't have to pretend like this anymore. Anyway, there was no one else here. "Is it right for you to treat your father like this? He is your father. Are you so unreasonable? Is it because of your mother's education? Or are you born without a mother?" Paula muller stopped in his tracks. She slowly turned her head and looked at Danielle with gloomy eyes, as if she wanted to peel off Laura skin and pull out her tendons. The terrible aura around her made Danielle breathless. She said those words. However, she was unwilling to give up. She had been crushed by Paula muller along the way. She was unwilling to be like a clown in front of Paula muller. Therefore, although she knew that Paula muller's mother was her bottom line, she still said it. But as soon as she said that, she regretted it. Because she couldn't handle Paula muller, such a terrifying Paula muller made her even more suffocated. She was wrong. She was really wrong. ... Nathaniel looked at the time on his wrist. It had already been half an hour. Was Paula muller suffering from constipation? It took him such a long time to go to the bathroom. There was a hint of impatience in his eyes, but he still walked towards the bathroom. Just as they approached. Pa! A loud and clear slap sounded. His brows furrowed as he quickened his footsteps and walked over. Just as he was about to push open the door and enter, he heard Paula muller's voice coming from inside. "Danielle, I let you go not because I'm afraid of you, nor because I'm afraid of you. I just don't think it's worth it for me to kill someone like you. But my kindness doesn't mean that you can humiliate my mother. Tonight, you have stepped on my bottom line. This slap is a small warning to you. If I hear it next time, I will

Cassandra had been in a daze all day, the rosy flush on her delicate pale cheeks refusing to fade. Even while handing documents to Tony, she couldn't meet his deep, narrow eyes. The usually assertive woman now carried a softer, more vulnerable air-something Tony found unexpectedly... alluring. How had he never noticed this side of her before? His gaze lingered on her chest; he swallowed hard, heat flaring low in his gut. Damn it. Every time he saw her, his self-control threatened to crack. Noticing his stare, Cassandra's face turned crimson. Her ears tingled as she quickly looked away. "If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave, President Tomzy!" she blurted, fleeing to her office like her heels were on fire. She slammed the door behind her, hands flying to her cheeks. Her heart pounded wildly.

In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."

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?"

Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .

"After seven blind years with Joshua, Daniela caught him pampering his new flame just weeks before the vows. Disgust sharpened her resolve. On their wedding morning she strode down the aisle, tore off her ring, and called it quits. The arrogant Clark family rushed to sneer-until three formidable Stewart brothers stepped in. The eldest's voice was ice. ""Your empire is about to implode."" The second vowed ruin for anyone who dared bruise his sister. The youngest flashed a sly grin. ""Watch and learn what true power looks like."" The Clarks were left regretting their actions, while Daniela melted into her arch nemesis's arms. ""Take me home, hon."

Vengeance is hers, not God's. Andrea Campbell's world is shattered when Thane, her ruthless CEO husband, divorces her. Left with nothing, she has no family, no money, no identity. But as fate would have it, she is reunited with her billionaire birth father, Mr. Campbell. Five years later, Andrea returns as a stunning, sassy businesswoman, fueled by a burning desire for revenge. She plans to pull Thane into a high-stakes business collaboration and then destroy him. Thane, consumed by his ex-wife's transformation, will stop at nothing to reclaim her. Unaware of their hidden twin children and Andrea's secret game. He becomes increasingly obsessed. As they dance around their explosive past, Andrea struggles to keep her emotions in check. Thane's determination ignites a risky game of cat and mouse, where old feelings resurface and new flames ignite. Will Thane's all-consuming love be enough to quench Andrea's fury, or will her thirst for revenge destroy them both? Can Andrea resist Thane's relentless chase, or will she succumb to the passion that once bound them?

Katherine spent five years at Vincent's side-model secretary by day, compliant lover by night. When she heard of his arranged marriage, she stifled her pain and planned a quiet exit. That resolve cracked the moment she met his fiancée, daughter of the woman who'd wrecked her own family. Rage replaced obedience; Katherine resolved to claim Vincent. Yet he kept tossing her loyalty tips like she was only a plaything. Heart stung, she walked away with her last scrap of pride. Four years later they crossed paths again, a child gripping her hand. "I don't care who's the father," Vincent pleaded. "Come back, please!"