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 7
The sun was setting. Palema was about to leave. Before she left, she repeatedly told Edmend Qin to take good care of Ella Jiang. Or uncle Feng sent someone to drive to the airport.
After sending palema away, Ella Jiang felt relieved. She went back to her bedroom and began her new task of theatre design.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Edmend Qin looked at the scenery passing by quickly outside and felt very depressed. He didn't expect that a small boss of a small company dared to challenge him. He hadn't been treated like this for a long time. How could he care about the employees and come to his house? Wasn't it because of his impure motive? And he was a little handsome.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. he called Fred, "Fred, check the background of the boss of the company where Ella Jiang works. The sooner, the better. uncle Feng, go to the company. Remember to pick me up tonight."
As soon as Edmend Qin arrived at the company, Fred hurried to his office and handed the information he had just found to Edmend Qin.
Edmend Qin browsed it and frowned.
"This company has just started for more than a year, but it has good performance, and there are some returned customers. The boss of the company is called Jeremy Xie, who is the son of the Xie group. He came back from abroad and started his own business." Fred was sweating all over. He thought he would become a spy if he investigated this and that every day.
"Well, you can leave now." Edmend Qin waved her hand and Fred went to deal with her own business.
Edmend Qin became alert. What did Jeremy Xie like about Ella Jiang? Her talent? What a joke! But as long as he is still in my family, even if I don't like him, it's not his turn! But this woman is really capable. She just went out to work for a short time and was listed as her boss. She is the son of the Xie family. I really underestimated her.
In the past two days, Ella Jiang had switched on the "working mode" again, and often went to bed very late. That night, when she was revising the theatre design drawing, she actually fell asleep unconsciously.
It was already two o'clock in the morning. Edmend Qin got up and went downstairs to get a drink from the fridge, only to find that the light in Ella Jiang's room was still on. He hesitated for a while and decided to have a look.
Edmend Qin opened the door and found that the light was on, but she was asleep, with a design drawing aside. She couldn't help but pick up the drawing and have a look. He found that the design of the theatre was quite ingenious. Although it was unskillful in some details, it was definitely not inferior to other designs. He was talented enough to do this.
Qin had set up a design institute, and there were a lot of talents in it. Edmend Qin liked designing very much, so he was in charge of this department.
Edmend Qin put down the design drawing gently and changed her opinion of this woman.
Perhaps, being liked by the servants also had her advantages. It seemed that she was not so useless. Am I too subjective? Edmend Qin stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.
Soon it was Saturday. Ella Jiang had visited almost half a city's clothing shops all day long and finally picked a white dress at a suitable price. After all, there would be a dinner party in the design field tomorrow night. Even a small party couldn't embarrass the company too much.
When they got home, Ella Jiang specially asked Snow to give her some advice. She put on the white dress and walked out of the bedroom. Snow widened her eyes and shouted, "Cinderella has become a princess! Ah, master has a good taste!" Ella Jiang couldn't help laughing. "Snow, you're exaggerating. Don't lie. I'm going to attend a dinner party tomorrow. If I'm laughed at by others tomorrow, I'll come back and hit you."
Aunt Chen, who was passing by, said, "Mrs., this dress suits you so well. It's so beautiful."
Snow giggled, "even Aunt Chen said so. If you want to hit me, you won't have a chance. Maybe you have to give me a reward."
The two of them burst into laughter.
On the afternoon of the second day, Ella Jiang put on the dress early and wore light makeup. In order to avoid the dress from getting dirty, Snow prepared a windbreaker for Ella Jiang. She specially asked uncle Feng to send it to her, and uncle Feng quickly agreed.
Along the way, uncle Feng couldn't help but praise, "your ladyship is so beautiful today. master, you are so lucky."
After a short while, Jeremy Xie arrived at the company. He looked at Ella Jiang who was in a formal dress and seemed not to know him at all. A girl in a white dress was pacing back and forth on the steps. She had a high bun on her head and an elegant expression. Her pink and jade features were delicate and beautiful. The decent white dress outlined her beautiful figure. The bowknot on her chest and the bowknot on her hair bun reflected each other, which was simply beautiful.
When Jeremy Xie came to h senses, she couldn't help but whistle to the goddess.
When Ella Jiang saw it was Jeremy Xie, she lifted the hemline of her dress and walked down the stairs cautiously. Jeremy Xie stepped forward and reached out a hand to Ella Jiang, saying, "beautiful goddess, would you like to dance with me?"
Ella Jiang put a hand on Jeremy Xie's hand and replied solemnly, "of course." After a second, she withdrew her hand and said, "I can't walk without high heels today, but to be honest, I'm not good at wearing such shoes. Remember to walk slowly and wait for me."
Jeremy Xie couldn't help laughing and helped the princess open the door.
Ella Jiang was afraid that her dress would be trampled by others, but at the same time, she was also worried that she might miss it. It took her a long time to get in the car.
On the way, Ella Jiang couldn't help but ask, "I don't think it's a problem to dress up like this. To be honest, except for my own wedding, I have never been to such a formal dinner party, although it's not a big one."
Jeremy Xie smiled, "don't worry, your highness. You will be the Pearl of the party today."
The moment Ella Jiang followed Jeremy Xie into the hall, she felt that she had been deceived by Jeremy Xie. It was not a small party! For inexperienced people like her, she could see several famous people in the design field at a glance. They were all big. A big shot. The hall was also luxuriously decorated. Colorful glazed lamps were hung on the ceiling, and the light blue curtain was hanging low. Toasting and toasting were everywhere. People were wearing evening dresses and greeting each other. Waiters were holding trays and flowing in the crowd.
"Wow, this is the society of celebrities." Ella Jiang couldn't help but praise in a low voice. Looking at the admiring look on Ella Jiang's face, Jeremy Xie pulled her straight to the hall.
"Mr. Xie, nice to meet you!" a few steps later, someone came up to accost him. When Ella Jiang saw the person, he was shocked. The person who accosted him was the famous designer, Cloudy Liu!
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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
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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.
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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.