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 8
"Hello, Mr. Liu. I've heard a lot about you," said Jeremy Xie flatly.
"I heard that you have started your own business after studying abroad. Is everything going well?"
"I'm fine. Thank you for taking care of me."
" That's the strength of Mr. Xie. Is this Mrs. Xie? She is so fresh and beautiful."
"I'm sorry. This is not my wife. She is a design talent of my company, miss Ella Jiang."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Liu. I've heard a lot about you," Ella Jiang greeted politely as she shook hands with Mr. Xie. No wonder such a big party would invite an unknown small company.
"Then let's go first." Jeremy Xie nodded at Cloudy Liu and signaled Ella Jiang to go forward. Along the way, people kept greeting Jeremy Xie. Obviously, Jeremy Xie was very familiar with this kind of social form. She greeted everyone, including many celebrities. Ella Jiang got used to this kind of occasion.
At this time, a man walked towards Ella Jiang with his head down. Ella Jiang looked familiar, but she didn't recognize the man for a moment. The man raised his head and suddenly stopped, looking confused.
Edmend Qin couldn't believe her eyes. Wasn't that woman! Wearing a white dress, Ella Jiang looked very different from her usual neat and efficient appearance. At this moment, she was like a princess in a car. For a moment, Edmend Qin didn't know how to react and was stunned there.
"Why are you here?" Edmend Qin asked.
"Why shouldn't I be here?" Ella Jiang should have guessed why the Qin financial group wouldn't attend such an important occasion?
"Isn't this Mr. Qin? We just met a few days ago." Jeremy Xie walked up to him and said indifferently, "this is the design talent of our company, so I invited her to this dinner party."
It was him again! It was Jeremy Xie again! He brought Ella Jiang here, and no one told him about it! It shouldn't be Jeremy Xie, but his Edmend Qin! If anyone recognized her, how could he face Edmend Qin?
"Ella Jiang, come with me." Edmend Qin was about to pull Ella Jiang.
Ella Jiang stepped back to avoid Edmend Qin. "Why should I go with you?"
For the first time in Edmend Qin, she looked a little anxious; "Because you are my wife!"
Ella Jiang said firmly, "how could I be your wife? On the wedding day, I finished the whole process of the wedding. At that time, why wasn't I your wife? After the wedding, you asked me to do all kinds of servants' work and not touch a swing. How could I be your wife? I'm sorry. I don't know you."
Edmend Qin wanted to say something more, but Jeremy Xie said, "master of the Qin family, this is not the place for you to act wildly. This lady has said that she doesn't know you. Please don't badger her anymore. Please keep your manner."
After saying that, the two of them bypassed Edmend Qin and walked into the hall.
Ella Jiang turned her head and found that Edmend Qin was still standing there, motionless. She was a little regretful, thinking that he might have gone too far just now and that she had behaved a little inappropriate in front of Jeremy Xie. But to be honest, it was also a good thing for her to vent her suppressed emotions these days.
Edmend Qin felt that she had stood there for a long time, so long that he could not feel the passage of time.
He had never known that such a method would cause such a great harm to Ella Jiang. Yes, from the very beginning, his purpose was to hurt her and make her unable to bear to leave by herself. But who would have thought that she would be able to endure it for so long for a promise, which was something that Edmend Qin had never expected. Was he wrong from the very beginning? Was he too cruel?
"Mr. Qin, is there anything wrong?" the waiter noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with Edmend Qin. Edmend Qin took a glass of wine from the tray and drank it up in one breath before feeling better.
"It's okay. Thank you for your wine." Edmend Qin returned the glass to the waiter and slowly walked out of the crowd. 'forget it. We are outside now. There are so many people watching us. I will teach her a lesson when we go home.'.
At this time, the host went on the stage, simply auditioned the sound, and said to all the guests, "dear guests, good evening! This time, I invite all the famous people in the design world to attend the dinner, mainly for a big project - the design of the landmark building of this city."
After that, the host invited an important guest onto the stage. The guest began to tell the purpose, meaning, relevant content and requirements of the construction design of the landmark.
Ella Jiang thanked Jeremy Xie for her invitation. Compared to living a aimless life with money, this level of spirit was what Ella Jiang really longed for.
Ella Jiang listened attentively to the whole introduction, forgetting what had happened just now. It was not until the host said, "now, the dinner begins! Please take your seats and enjoy this wonderful night!" that the whole speech ended in the applause of the guests.
Jeremy Xie trusted Ella Jiang very much, so he took this opportunity to specially bring her here. It was not until what had happened just now that Jeremy Xie realized how much hidden forbearance and unwillingness had been hidden behind her gentle smile all the time.
Such an unruly girl shouldn't have spent her life with an emotionless person like this.
It was already late after the dinner. Ella Jiang seemed very happy. She even drank a little. Her face was a little red, which made her more beautiful in the neon light. Looking at Ella Jiang's sincere smile, Jeremy Xie thought, 'let me make this princess happy forever.'.
Jeremy Xie walked over and said to Ella Jiang, "how about taking a photo here?"
"You're smart!" Ella Jiang seemed to be suddenly enlightened. "It's not in vain for me to come here with a photo."
Jeremy Xie found a passer-by and asked him to take a photo of them at the gate of glory hall. The passer-by agreed with joy.
With a bright smile on her face, Ella Jiang clumsily made a 'V' gesture, and Jeremy Xie stood quietly beside her.
"One or two, three!" the moment the shutter was pressed, Jeremy Xie quickly pressed Ella Jiang's head on his shoulder.
After taking the photos, Jeremy Xie took her phone back from a passer-by. He took a look at the photo and showed a successful expression. Then he set the photo as the background of his mobile phone. Although he was suspected of taking advantage of her, he couldn't care too much. It seemed that Ella Jiang didn't live a good life in the Qin family. Perhaps he still had a chance.
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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.