Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, "Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer."
"Are you seeing someone?"
Charlee Sullivan leaned casually against a gleaming crimson sports car, her fitted scarlet dress emphasizing her striking silhouette. Her delicate face, framed by soft waves of auburn hair, radiated sophistication.
Her usually vibrant eyes now carried an icy detachment.
The man, crouched over his battered motorcycle, straightened up at her words.
Under the streetlight's glow, his rugged, undeniably magnetic features radiated an air of untamed charisma.
"I'm single," he replied, his deep baritone carrying an irresistible allure.
Charlee smirked, leaning in slightly.
Her curls tumbled forward, dusted with vibrant remnants of party streamers.
"Spend a night with me, and I'll forget about the damage to my car," she suggested boldly.
She wasn't one to forgive easily; after discovering that Liam Todd, her fiance, dared to cheat on her, she craved a way to retaliate.
And this man-his sharp jawline, commanding presence, and effortless charm-was everything Liam wasn't.
Liam, she mused, paled in comparison to this stranger, who seemed more than capable of meeting her every desire.
The man's gaze flitted between the dented luxury vehicle and his wrecked motorcycle, a flicker of amusement in his expression.
Her prized car, he thought, wasn't even worth the cost of his bike's handlebars.
With a sly grin, he pulled her into his embrace, his tone teasing but firm.
"Deal. I can't pay for your car repairs anyway. But don't complain later, little firecracker."
With that, he swept her off her feet, carrying her with ease toward a nearby hotel.
As soon as they entered the room, she shoved him onto the mattress. In a hotel celebrated for its quirky offerings, she quickly located restraints on the nightstand and latched his wrists to the headboard.
"I prefer being in control," she stated, her cheeks glowing with a provocative flush.
Despite lacking experience, her bold demeanor exuded confidence, akin to a flower blooming under dim, ambient lighting.
Her authority didn't last long, and she hardly cared whether he'd completely enjoyed the encounter.
"We're even now," she murmured, panting and disheveled.
In a swift motion, he reversed their positions, pinning her beneath him, his gaze intense with unrestrained desire.
"That's all? I recall you promising that it'd be a whole night. It's still early," he taunted.
Before she could comprehend how he escaped the restraints, she found herself overwhelmed, her rationality slipping away entirely.
Mimicking her earlier assertiveness, he covered her mouth with his palm, compelling her to endure. Tears brimmed in her eyes as she whimpered beneath his unyielding movements.
When he said a whole night, he wasn't exaggerating.
Charlee lost track of the moments she blacked out. His insatiable energy seemed endless, pushing her body past its limits.
Hours later, as she slipped back into her outfit, she couldn't summon the courage to meet his gaze.
Her hoarse voice trembled with a warning as she said, "I have the crash footage. The moment I step out, we're nothing to each other. Stay silent."
From behind her, his voice dripped with amusement, lazy yet sharp.
"Interesting. I've kept a copy of that clip, too."
Not catching his implication, Charlee grabbed her belongings and headed for the exit.
Her shaky legs almost betrayed her, threatening to collapse beneath her.
His deep chuckle echoed. "Sure you don't need more time to recover?"
What a smug bastard!
She slammed the door behind her with every ounce of strength, nearly tempted to hit him with it.
She missed the possessive glint in his eyes as he watched her leave.
In the hotel lobby, the glowing screen of a television displayed breaking headlines.
"A shocking revelation today-two elite families in Jurgh, set to unite through marriage, have faced public embarrassment. Sources claim the Todd heir stormed out of the ceremony, leaving the Sullivan heiress humiliated."
A bystander muttered, "Rumor has it the groom's quite fond of his fiancee's half-sister. Now that her parents have rekindled their relationship, who knows? Maybe he'll end up with the other sibling."
On the screen, Charlee appeared in a crimson gown, her hair dotted with celebratory confetti. The camera lingered on her frozen smile, magnifying the heartbreak behind it.
Surprisingly, after her intense encounter, Charlee realized the pain from the breakup wasn't as sharp anymore.
She had clung too tightly to Liam, convinced their years-long relationship was indestructible. She had let him take her affection for granted.
But he was never irreplaceable. Someone else had managed to fill the void effortlessly.
The stranger from last night, for instance, who possessed boundless endurance.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."