Love Never Ends

Modern

Twenty minutes before the "Wedding of the Century" at The Plaza, I stood outside the Presidential Suite in a fifty-thousand-dollar Vera Wang gown. I was the girl from a West Virginia trailer park about to marry Hugh Maxwell, the golden heir to a billion-dollar defense empire. I pushed the door open only to find Hugh pinned against the bed with my own stepsister, Floy. She was wearing my bridal diamond necklace, and the sounds of their laughter scraped against my eardrums like sandpaper. I didn't scream; I listened as Hugh grunted that once the wedding was over and the trust fund unlocked, he'd dump "that hillbilly trash" on a bus back to the mountains. They weren't just cheating; they were planning to steal my family's land deeds and leave me with nothing. When I set off the sprinklers and exposed their naked bodies to the paparazzi, the Maxwell family didn't apologize. They called me a "greedy peasant" and threatened to ruin my life unless I signed a new deal to save their crashing stock. I realized then that I was never a bride to them. I was a transaction, a rounding error in a ledger to be used and discarded. They thought my poverty made me weak and my silence made me a victim. "If we don't have a marriage certificate by midnight, the bank freezes thirty percent of our liquidity," their lawyer warned. So, I gave them exactly what they wanted. I used a loophole in their hundred-year-old family covenant and married the only other direct heir available. I didn't marry Hugh. I walked into the ICU and married his uncle, Fleet Maxwell-the legendary war hero who had been in a vegetative state for months. Now, I am the matriarch of the Maxwell dynasty. I've suspended Hugh's executive powers, exiled my mother-in-law to the Swiss Alps, and taken control of the family vault. They think I'm just a gold-digger waiting for a "corpse" to die so I can collect a fifty-million-dollar widow's payout. But last night, as I lay beside my comatose husband, the man they called a vegetable gripped my hand back.

로맨스

매우 뜨거운 에로티즘과 성적 학대가 포함되어 있습니다. 학대는 단지 흥분시키기 위한 것일 뿐, 누군가를 해치기 위한 것이 아니다. 릴리는 통증을 억누르며 일어나려 했지만 일어나지 못했다. 그녀는 통증이 점점 심해져서 재스민의 이름을 어떻게 불러야 할지 이해하지 못했다. 일어나려는 릴리의 그림자를 본 재스민은 그녀를 향해 몸을 돌려 무슨 일이냐고 물었다. 그녀는 릴리가 무슨 말을 하는지 들을 수 없었고, 그녀에게 종이에 글을 써 달라고 부탁했다. 고통스러워 비명을 지르고 있던 릴리는 아무것도 쓸 수 없어 배를 만져 종이를 떨어뜨렸다.