Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
In the dark of the night, Loraine Bryant walked nervously to a room, straightening her silk nightgown with sweaty palms.
This was the first time she'd worn such a revealing nightgown, and she wasn't wearing any underwear, either.
There was a cool breeze, and the sensation of it brushing past her skin made her tremble.
Loraine spurred herself on.
There was nothing to be afraid of, she reminded herself.
The man in the room was her husband, Marco Bryant, and they had been married for three years. A nightgown like this was made for times like this.
Patting her face and taking deep, calming breaths, Loraine knocked on the door.
A man appeared, tall and strong-looking. His eyes were unfriendly and his lips were slightly pursed. He was as handsome as a god from an ancient Greek oil painting.
"It's late. What's up?"
His voice was ice cold. It was like looking at a stranger.
Loraine almost lost all the courage she had worked so hard to gather.
"Marco, do you remember what day it is?"
Marco frowned. "Get to the point."
The expectation in Loraine's eyes became disappointment. Forcing a smile, she said, "It's our third wedding anniversary. You've seemed so busy lately. But it doesn't matter; I prepared a surprise for you!"
No sooner had she finished speaking than a woman suddenly stepped out from behind Marco. She stood comfortably by his side and greeted Loraine with a smile.
"Loraine, I've heard so much about you from Marco. We haven't been introduced, have we?"
The woman was beautiful. Her voice was gentle, and her eyes were lively. It made people want to protect her.
But the sight of the woman shocked Loraine. She froze, feeling the warmth drain from her hands and feet.
"Keely? Why are you here?"
Though they had never met, Keely Haywood's existence had always overshadowed Loraine's marriage like a dark cloud.
The house was full of traces of Keely. All the members of the Bryant family had reminded Loraine that Keely was Marco's woman of choice and that Loraine was just the titular Mrs. Bryant.
Noticing Loraine's sexy nightgown, Keely lowered her eyes with embarrassment.
"Marco, am I disturbing you?"
Loraine unleashed her hostility. "Yes, obviously."
The color drained from Keely's face. "I'm sorry. Please don't be angry. I'll leave right away."
As Keely spoke, she moved as though she were about to leave.
Frowning, Marco looked at Loraine and said, "Keely is our guest, Loraine. Watch your attitude."
Standing alone at the door, Loraine felt humiliated, as though she was stripped naked.
Legally, she was his wife, but she hadn't received any respect from Marco or the Bryant family for the past three years.
Marco was always busy with work and seldom came home, and even when he did come home, he never slept in the same room as Loraine.
Now Loraine was being told not to be angry about seeing another woman in Marco's room. What the hell was going on?
All of her efforts, patience and expectations over the past three years had become nothing but a joke.
Loraine looked into Marco's eyes. "What about me?" she asked, her voice heavy with disappointment.
"Don't complicate things," Marco replied impatiently. "Keely is recovering and needs rest. Which do you want, money or a gift? I'll make it up to you."
Loraine watched as Keely's eyes shone smugly. Before she knew it, she lost her temper.
"Marco, how do you not understand that it's never your money I want?"
Loraine then spun around and left, dejected.
Marco watched her leave, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyebrows.
"What is wrong with her today?"
Keely blinked and said gently, "She should be angry with me. I'll go apologize to her."
Loraine walked back into her room, changed out of her nightgown, and lay on the bed.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Loraine's eyes lit up.
Did Marco come to see her?
Loraine jumped out of bed and opened the door. Keely's face was all she saw. The light in Loraine's eyes dimmed.
"What are you doing here?"
Keely got straight to the point. "You and Marco might have been married for three years, but I'm the only one he loves. Up until recently, I was receiving treatment overseas. I didn't think I had much time left, so I let Marco leave me and marry you. But now I have recovered. I hope you'll respect our love and divorce him."
Loraine's heart ached, but she was too dignified to let Keely see her squirm.
"You, a mistress, are asking a wife to divorce her husband? Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?"
The smile on Keely's face disappeared. "Watch your mouth, Loraine. I'm not a mistress. When it comes to love, the one who isn't loved is the mistress!"
Loraine sneered. "As long as I don't divorce, I'm Marco's wife and you're the mistress."
Loraine's words hit Keely hard, and she glowered ferociously.
"Don't get complacent, Loraine. Let's see what Marco does when something happens to me. Will he let you go?"
Loraine suddenly had a bad feeling about it.
"What do you want, Keely?"
Keely suddenly pounced on Loraine and dragged her towards the stairs.
Caught off guard, Loraine was unable to free herself from Keely's grip.
"Marco! Help! Loraine is trying to kill me!"
Keely threw herself down the stairs wildly, still holding onto Loraine. Failing to break free, Loraine was pulled down the stairs.
Bang!
Loraine rolled down many flights of stairs before finally landing heavily on the floor.
The repeated blows to her head created a deep wound, causing blood to start gushing out.
Sharp pain coursed through her body, making her dizzy and eventually causing her to pass out.
Just as everything began to fade to black, she saw Marco rushing over. He strode straight past her, choosing to pick up Keely and carry her away, leaving Loraine to lie in a pool of her own blood.
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was deranged. "Are you out of your mind? Why are you so willing to divorce him?" "It's because I need to return home to get a billion-dollar fortune. Besides, I don't love him anymore," Loraine replied with a smile. They all laughed at her. Some believed that the divorce affected her mentally. It wasn't until the next day that they realized she wasn't fibbing. A woman was suddenly declared the world's youngest female billionaire. It turned out to be Loraine! Marco was shocked to the bone. When he met his ex-wife again, she was a changed person. A group of handsome young men surrounded her. She was smiling at them all. The sight made Marco's heart ache severely. Putting his pride aside, he tried to win her back. "Hello, love. I see that you are a billionaire now. You shouldn't be with suckers who just want your money. How about you come back to me? I'm a billionaire too. Together, we can build a strong empire. What do you say?" Loraine squinted at her ex-husband with her lips curled in disgust.
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Lacey thought she'd have to avenge her past grievances by herself, but destiny had a different idea in mind... By a twist of fate, she ended up being the elegant daughter of the White family. When the real daughter returned, Lacey chose to stay, only to be trapped in a well-planned conspiracy leading to her untimely death. Reborn, Lacey encountered the real daughter's comeback. This time, she quickly left, resolved to recover what was wrongly taken from her in her previous life. Rhett exclaimed, "Trying to bully my woman, huh? Do you want to die?" Wait, what? Since when had she become his woman?
Savannah was an adorable college student. To revenge her ex-boyfriend, Savannah was boldly intended to kiss a "handsome enough" man and take a video to piss her ex off. However, she chose Callan, the most eligible bachelor in the world. Out of Savannah's prediction, she was teased that she had no idea what a real kiss was. Then the man even taught her in person. In a great panic, Savannah ran away. Savannah left a deep impression on Callan. However, he never thought he would meet Savannah so soon, especially, at the... male toilet!
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"It's getting hot in here, don't you think?" I shudder as my clit becomes wet with his smooth voice. I melt away in his arms. He kisses me with a passion I've never felt before, and I moan into his mouth, lost in the moment until I sense him kicking open a door. I realize we're in a room. He continues the kiss as I wrap my leg around him, pulling him closer, his erection pressing into me. I feel my panties dripping wet from arousal. He releases me, resting his back on the headboard, and grabs my thigh, pulling me closer. His hand goes to my hair, releasing it to let my curls fall freely. He guides his fingers from my scalp to the ends of the curls, muttering in a husky voice, "Fucking beautiful. ****** Jasmine found herself trapped in a loveless marriage. Her world shattered when she uncovered her husband's betrayal on his birthday. Heartbroken and betrayed, she made the difficult decision to leave him and start anew in Illinois, with her friend Ava by her side. As Jasmine tried to go through her new life, a one-night stand left her pregnant, uncertain about the father's identity. But complications arose as Maxwell, Jasmine's ex-husband, refused to let go. Jasmine discovered shocking truths about Ava's betrayal. As secrets unraveled and loyalties were tested, Would she find the strength to overcome the obstacles in her way? Could she trust her heart, or would the shadows of the past forever haunt her?