Prisoned Love
Ella Jiang held her father's hand tightly on the bed, and the tear stains on her face were still clear. "Father, do you have anything else to say to my daughter?"
Bright Jiang felt that he couldn't stand it anymore. The only thing he couldn't let go of was his daughter's marriage. "Ximena, I've arranged a marriage for you. Remember..."
Bright Jiang's difficult words made Lauren, who was sitting next to him, cry out
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Chapter 3
The afternoon sunshine was lazy. In the sunshine, Ella Jiang got familiar with the first floor of the villa. Then she went out to have a walk in the small garden. The flowers in the garden were blooming brightly, and many of them were still blooming happily without any names.
Walking around, Ella Jiang suddenly found a double swing under a tree. She took a closer look and found that the swing was not very old. It was painted with light pink paint and hung quietly under the thick shade of the tree, as if it was waiting for its owner.
Ella Jiang couldn't help but sit up and shake her body. She couldn't help but wonder if it was master who played it when he was a child? And pink? That's so funny
"Come down!"
"Who let you sit on it?" As soon as she finished speaking, Ella Jiang felt that her arm was pulled hard and she was pulled off the swing.
"Don't touch anything you shouldn't touch in the future!" Ella Jiang turned around and found that Edmend Qin was shouting hysterically. " uncle Feng! uncle Feng! Come here!"
Jack Feng hurried over, "master, what can I do for you?"
"Don't let this woman touch this swing and this garden from now on! Keep away from anything that Dreame likes!" Edmend Qin shouted, almost overreacting. Then he left angrily.
Ella Jiang was also very angry. She just sat on the swing and didn't hit it. Why was she so angry? How irritable she was.
he said Dreame was her favorite. By the way, who was Dreame? Ella Jiang also felt it. Obviously, this "Dreame" had a special place in Edmend Qin's heart. Forget it. No matter who it is, I can't afford to offend anyone who cares about Edmend Qin
Edmend Qin was in a towering rage. Sitting alone in the living room, he was sulking when his phone rang
"Tianna, what's up?"
"Oh, I'm also happy for you. I called to wish you a happy marriage." Tianna said in a coquettish voice on the other end of the phone, as if she was testing Edmend Qin's mood.
"Don't mention that woman! It will only cause more trouble!" Thinking of this, Edmend Qin got angry again. 'humph! She just touched Dreame's stuff as soon as she came here. Don't you know who she is.
"Don't be angry. I'll go to see you." Then he hung up the phone.
Not long after, Tianna rang the doorbell.
When Jack Feng saw that it was someone he knew, he opened the door and invited Tianna into the yard.
Hearing the doorbell ringing, Ella Jiang walked out of the room to see who was coming, only to find that it was the woman at the wedding yesterday.
"You bastard is here for Edmend. You'd better leave early in case of being hurt again."
However, Ella Jiang's wishful thinking didn't come to light. Tianna had already seen Ella Jiang who was about to go back to her room.
"Hey, isn't this the bride? She was so lucky to be alone at the wedding yesterday." Tianna said sarcastically, "then you pretend to be pitiful."
Ella Jiang also stopped and replied indifferently, "I'm a little pitiful alone, so I don't always stick to her husband. It's reasonable for me to go to her house to find her husband on the second day of our marriage." Then she walked into the room. She closed the door.
"You!" Tianna was choked by Ella Jiang's words.
"You don't have to lower yourself to the same level as her." Edmend Qin said slowly. Although he didn't like Tianna's way of doing things, it could at least remind him of the past Dreame, and let him find the shadow of Dreame in the past and memory.
"Of course I won't lower myself to the same level as her. I am such a magnanimous person. Besides, if Dreame is still here, does she have the right to enter this house?"
Sure enough, Edmend Qin didn't say anything, as if he was lost in thought. Tianna knew that her strategy worked again.
"Well, if you treat her coldly, harshly and think of other ways, maybe she will leave." Tianna seemed to be afraid that Ella Jiang, who was in the room, would hear her. She quietly approached Edmend Qin and said, "this woman is the best at flattering uncle and aunt Qin. If she takes advantage of her for a long time, I'm afraid that she won't go."
"No way." Edmend Qin frowned. "Let me think of another way."
Hearing Edmend Qin's words, Tianna couldn't help but smile.
The position of Mrs. Qin must be mine, Tianna. Except me, no one is qualified to sit here.
Edmend Qin had been thinking about it for the whole night and couldn't figure out how to make Ella Jiang sign the divorce agreement. The reason why Ella Jiang married Ella Jiang was that she wanted to get the money of the Qin family through the good relationship between her parents. However, he didn't want to embarrass her any more. She didn't attend the wedding, and she always looked at the present people. What else could he do?
Edmend Qin thought for a while but couldn't come up with an answer. he didn't want to think about it anymore. After washing up, he went downstairs to have breakfast first.
As soon as he went downstairs, he saw Ella Jiang and Snow talking and laughing together. What a scheming man! She was always on good terms with everyone. Thinking of this, Edmend Qin couldn't stand it anymore. he walked to the table, drank a cup of soybean milk and took a piece of dessert, intending to go to the company. When he left, he said to Philip, "uncle Feng, ask that woman to clean the first floor and yard. I'll go to the company today and won't come back for lunch. You can prepare lunch by yourselves. Besides, I'm the master of this house. Don't let me see you so close to her!" Then he picked up his coat and left.
Jack couldn't help but shake his head. He had to tell the three of them what he wanted to say, and specially reminded them, "don't talk to Mrs. after master comes back.". Ella Jiang thought it was funny that she was forced to leave by such a means.
After breakfast, Ella Jiang began to clean the first floor, and Snow came to help. Ella Jiang couldn't help but remind Snow not to pay attention to her, but Snow said with a smile, "it doesn't matter, Mrs.. Mr. must have come back very late today. I just don't want him to see me."
During the cleaning break, Ella Jiang had been thinking about finding a new job. It was not her ideal to live a life like a housewife every day. She should move towards the goal of "excellent designer" as before. In addition, under the power of Edmend Qin, her life was awkward, as if she was under house arrest. She shouldn't have forgotten her long-term goal because of the obstruction of the bastards. Thinking of this, Ella Jiang decided to look for a job tomorrow.
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One night. One drink. One wrong turn.
That's all it took to lead Ashley Kingsley straight into the arms of the man who once shattered her life into pieces.
Years later, her ex-husband Dante Montclair, heir to Montclair Group, returns to the country and they end up spending one unforgettable night together.
The next morning, she vows to forget it ever happened.
But Dante has other plans.
When a family crisis puts Ashley in an impossible position, Dante makes her an offer:
he'll save the person she loves most, if she agrees to be his again.
Torn between pride and survival, loyalty and love, Ashley must decide if this second chance is destiny... or the most dangerous mistake of her life.
8.1
I spent forty hours hand-beading a gown for a woman who was currently sleeping with my husband. My fingers were raw, my vision blurred, and the needle had just driven deep into my index finger, leaving a drop of blood on the silk.
Braxton walked into our penthouse, rain dripping from his suit, and didn't even look at me. But the scent hit me instantly—Bulgarian rose and white musk. It was the custom perfume Griselda, my own sister, commissioned in Paris.
I had spent three years as a ghost in my own marriage, sewing costumes for the woman who had haunted my vows since day one. Braxton didn't bother to hide it anymore; there was a smudge of her coral lipstick on his collar. He didn't offer an explanation, only a command to finish the gown for the Met Gala so I wouldn't embarrass them.
My mother called moments later, her voice sharp with the usual dismissal. She didn't care that I was bleeding or that my husband was cheating with my sister. She only cared that I was "falling behind" on Griselda's gown.
I sat in the silence of that cold, marble cage, staring at the needle in my hand. For years, I had swallowed every insult and stitched every lie, believing I was the capable one who had to make them happy.
But as the clock ticked, a door inside me finally clicked shut. I wasn't just tired; I was finished. I set the needle down, picked up my phone, and dialed my sister’s number to tell her she’d have to find someone else to bleed for her.
8.6
They gave Fiona to the crippled bastard as a cruel joke-the adopted daughter married off to the wheelchair-bound outcast nobody wanted.
Her real crime? Existing when the true heiress returned. Her mate rejected her for her manipulative sister. Her family cast her aside. And her forced husband? He's cold, cruel, and makes it clear he despises this arrangement as much as she does.
But something's not adding up. The man in the wheelchair spends money like he owns the world. He stands up for her when no one else will. And there's something disturbingly familiar about his voice, his touch, the way he looks at her.
Then one night, he stands up from that wheelchair, and Fiona realizes she's been played.
Her husband isn't a helpless outcast. He's the most powerful Alpha in the country, and he's been hiding in plain sight.
8.2
Just imagine a woman with three hot boyfriends who want to fuck each other as much as they want to fuck her. Yup, that's literally the plot.... well also with an obsessed stalker who wants her men gone so he would keep her for himself.
Expect; Steamy straight sex, gay sex, bi sex, messy threesomes and unapologetic foursomes, Voyeurism (because sometimes it's hotter to just watch), and BDSM.
When Myla's husband can't give her what he used to after he got paralyzed in an accident-so he offers her something else instead: his two best friends, who also happen to be his old lovers.
Now she's tangled in a world of blindfolds, whispered orders, and three men who can't stop touching her... or each other.
But passion this dangerous comes with a cost. Especially when an obsessed stalker is willing to destroy everything to claim her for himself.
7.3
Jolene flies to Italy broke and desperate for a PA job. She walks into the wrong room and finds a man naked in the shower. She can't stop staring. He notices.
The interview is brutal. Two men, Marco and Enzo, tear her apart, humiliate her, and dismiss her. She thinks she failed.
Then Enzo gets in the car. It was all a test. They wanted to see if she'd break. She didn't. The job is hers.
But they don't want a normal assistant. They want control. They touch her when they want, stand too close, give orders that cross every line.
On her first night, Marco tells her to take off her blouse.
Jolene has to choose: obey or walk away with nothing.
The problem? Part of her doesn't want to leave.
8.8
I was the invisible failure of the Goff family, hiding my medical genius behind a report card full of Fs and a slumped posture. One rainy night, I found a man bleeding out in a dark alley behind the school gymnasium, a knife protruding from his gut.
To keep the police from digging into my secrets, I dragged the dying stranger to my bedroom and stitched him up using a hidden surgical kit. I thought I was being careful, but my cousin Cleora caught a glimpse of the blood and immediately alerted my fiancé's wealthy family.
By morning, my world collapsed as my future in-laws stormed the manor, throwing an annulment agreement at my feet. They called me a "loose woman" and "million-dollar trash," while my own housekeeper gleefully testified against me. At school, the word "SLUT" was spray-painted across my locker in jagged red letters, and the boy I was supposed to marry looked at me with nothing but cold revulsion.
I didn't understand why they were so eager to destroy me before even asking for the truth. I was the one who had spent years protecting this family's reputation, yet they were throwing me to the wolves over a single misunderstanding. I felt a surge of cold fury as I realized my loyalty had been met with nothing but betrayal.
Everything changed when the "dying" stranger finally walked down the stairs, shirtless and bandaged, revealing himself as Braylon Lancaster, the most powerful man in the city. He didn't just defend me; he froze my fiancé's entire family fortune with a single phone call.
As my in-laws fled in terror, a courier arrived with a five-carat pink diamond from the head of the city's most dangerous crime syndicate. The note read: "The debt is acknowledged." Suddenly, I wasn't just a failure anymore-I was the most sought-after woman in the underworld.