Anna Shannel Lin

She came from a broken family when her parents got divorced. She chose to live with her dad as she pitied him, but then he brought home another woman and her child, making her feel abandoned all over again. On top of that, her fiancé turned out to be a jerk who cheated on her with her stepmom and they were plotting to steal Bianca's inheritance.
The day before announcing their engagement, her stepmom and fiancé drugged her, and she ended up sleeping with a stranger.
To get back at them, she hired an online boyfriend to ruin her engagement. But she didn't know this fake boyfriend was a secret billionaire heir to a huge conglomerate.
Bianca laughed, trying to act calm.
"We're living together now, but let's just be friends. Our engagement is fake. Why do you keep bringing it up? Do you think I'm rich, and you can get something from me by pretending we're still engaged?"
Dave looked angry and confused.
He couldn't believe she thought he was using her. How ridiculous!
"Huh!" Dave snorted, feeling hurt and embarrassed, his eyes turning red.
"I enjoyed playing along with you. You're like a wild kitten I picked up months ago, ready to fight back against your enemies. Honey, remember, you're the one who needed my help desperately, and now you're ditching me? Nice try!"
Dave quickly leaned in and kissed her passionately without giving her a chance to pull away.

“As you make your bed, you must lie in it. Pretty noble to sell your body for your brother. And you nearly lost your life for your cheap friend? A sacrifice must be your life motto. Who do you think you are? A saint?”
He captured her, and had no way to escape this devil. In his peculiar way, both tough and gentle, she can only accept it and lower her guard down.
He was looking for someone who stole his disc and took someone who’s just an ordinary and young supermarket staff.
Her life has totally changed since she met him. He forces everything, including a three-year contract, to be his woman. Her enchanting beauty captured him, and the love-hate journey started.

To obey his grandfather’s order, the playboy tycoon Seth Cohen had to marry the socialite and sole heiress Evonne Largent.
They tied the knot and lived together under a loveless matrimony.
She was obliged to marry the hottest CEO Seth Cohen to save their fallen business empire after her father fell into compulsive gambling, driving them to the verge of bankruptcy.
Seth had no plan of getting entangled with his stunning and sexy wife, but every time he glanced at her, his body throbs, and he was drawn away.
Evonne will do everything to stay away from him and pretend she’s not affected by the oozing sex appeal of her hot billionaire husband; however, her heart beats faster every time he is around.
She saw the muscles move in his jaw, and she knew he was pissed.
“Care to explain? Make sure it’s believable.”
Seth’s voice carried a hot temper.
There was a picture of her dancing on the tabletop, and Toby beside her was shirtless while Sally poured beer bottoms up straight to their mouths.
“What’s there to explain?”
“You’re married now,” He growled at her, throwing sharp glances.
“Miss me with that bullshit.” She stood up and barely contained her anger.
“There is a certain public image that needs to be maintained. You need to understand that.” He muttered sternly.
“Oh please, I’m not going to stand here drinking the dirty water you give me as you indulge yourself in the purest of wines.”

Cristelle looked the man directly in the eyes, "They're my life. I won't leave them behind, no matter what. You don't need to waste your breath. I won't give my babies to you, no matter what you say. I know you're the father, but you've never done anything for them before. Mr. Bradley, please let us go. We won't see you again. Just pretend that we've never met each other before."
Linford looked sad as he whispered, "No, it's not gonna happen. I won't allow you to slip away again." He paused before saying softly, "I've never wanted to take the babies away from you, Cristelle. I want to raise them together with you."
Cristelle's eyes lit up shortly, "What is your plan then?"
Linford calmly uttered, "Candace and Cody need a dad. We're their parents, and we need to take our responsibility. So, let's get married."
Get married?!
Cristelle was shocked.
Did he want to marry her?
The most powerful billionaire CEO in this city wanted to marry her.
"No! I WON'T marry you!" Cristelle could never forget that night. She couldn't stop shuddering every time she thought about it.
She once belonged to the elite circle; however, the cruel people behind them schemed several tricks to drag her entire family into a mud pit. First, her father was accused of being a corrupt politician, sending him to jail. Her mother barely accepts the truth that they were framed and humiliated, pushing her to commit suicide. Her youngest sister suddenly disappeared without any trace. And she was falsely accused as a whore after being sent to someone's bed that she thought was her fiance's bedroom.
The schemers robbed everything that belonged to them, and she was driven into the deep abyss. Five years later, she became a fashion designer; however, a strange man blocked her path, claiming to be her children's father.

"Wait," she breathed. "We have to stop. This isn’t just conversation."
"It's better than talking," he murmured, kissing her neck.
"No, we need to have a conversation," she insisted. "Get off me, let me get dressed."
"You can't make love while dressed," he replied, playfully biting her earlobe.
"Listen to me," she urged. "I'm trying to be serious, alright? I realize I shouldn’t have fled."
"What’s this about?" he asked, his tone growing cold.
"I simply want to resolve things," she said earnestly, gazing into his eyes.
A flicker of disgust crossed his features, and his lips turned downward, "I see what's going on. You think I'll forget your betrayal if you let me fuck you."
She fled from her wedding, which led to her own downfall and became a lasting nightmare. She chose to elope with another man instead of the one who truly loved her. That man deceived her, coaxing her into abandoning her husband, ultimately driving her to her demise.
She returned to consciousness and found herself lying on their matrimonial bed.
A firm yet gentle grip enclosed her wrist, leading her hand to the front of his pants. She observed her small, pale hand beside his large, tanned fingers, allowing him to press her palm against him.
It would be so simple to let him take control, to surrender to him. She craved it. She yearned to feel his strong hands exploring every part of her body.

Un matrimonio ligado por un contrato, y ella estaba obligada a aceptarlo. Él era su jefe y ella su secretaria.
Ella le dio todo lo que él quería, pero su amor fue desatendido, pero cuando ella decidió irse, él le ofreció un contrato de matrimonio para que se quedara. Pero alguien ocupaba su corazón y no podía ofrecerle nada excepto su talento en la cama.
Después de su matrimonio, soportó el dolor, pero esquema tras esquema destruyó su tolerancia. Finalmente, estaba lista para dejarlo, pero de repente él se negó a dejarla ir.
Charles pareció sentir su dolor, la abrazó de repente y susurró: “Sarah, puedes confiar en mí. Nunca estaré con ella. Eres diferente de todas esas otras mujeres. Realmente quiero estar contigo. Si no lo hubiera hecho, entonces no habría cortado las relaciones con todas las demás mujeres. ¿No me crees ahora?
Sarah sollozó suavemente: “Si has aceptado que se acabó con ella, ¿por qué todavía tienes su foto en tu billetera? ¿Por qué todavía la extrañas? ¿No ves cómo me duele?
Charles la miró, "¡Ella es solo otra mujer de mi pasado!"
La atmósfera entre ellos se volvió sofocante y Charles dijo en voz baja: “Sarah, ¿te dije que podías irte? Recuerda, soy tu jefe. ¡Eres mi secretaria y mi esposa!
Enfadado, Charles volvió a gritar: "¡Sarah, soy tu hombre!".
"¿Oh? ¿Mi hombre?" Sarah se rió y lo miró fijamente. Las lágrimas comenzaron a deslizarse por sus mejillas, "¿Eres tú, mi hombre? ¡Señor presidente, solo soy una mera posesión suya y nunca me convertiré en su esposa! ¡Libérame, te lo ruego!

La vida de Estelle era como un cuento de hadas, llena de amor y promesas. Sin embargo, la tragedia llegó el día de su boda. El padre de Estelle y los padres de Cristofer estuvieron involucrados en un accidente automovilístico que les quitó la vida al instante. La pérdida fue devastadora para Cristofer, lo que lo hizo caer en una profunda tristeza y enojo hacia Estelle.
Una tragedia tras otra, Estelle se encuentra luchando contra el cáncer, la desilusión y el engaño. En un mundo donde todo parece perdido, Estelle debe profundizar para encontrar la fuerza para luchar por lo que más ama.
La voz magnética pero fría de Cristofer sacó a Estelle de su ensueño: "¡Firma el papel de divorcio ahora!".
Estelle se recostó, se sentó y preguntó: "¿Bebiste?".
"No es asunto tuyo."
"Beber es malo para el estómago".
"Necesito beber para no sentir asco al tener sexo contigo".
"¿No podías esperar para divorciarte de mí?" Su voz sonaba débil.
Ella le dio la espalda cuando el humo casi la sofocó, y comenzó a toser de nuevo.
"Sabes eso, ¿verdad?" Cristofer respiró deliberadamente una bocanada de humo en su dirección y se sintió inexplicablemente satisfecho al verla toser y temblar.

He took her first kiss during their initial meeting, and she called him perverted and arrogant. Her candid demeanor intrigued him, despite the risks involved.
To capture her attention, he announced a surrogacy competition, leaving her no choice but to participate, only to discover he was the same man she had taught a lesson he would never forget.
Caught in the trap set by this merciless billionaire, she went along with his game and became his wife. His dark secrets slowly emerged, pulling them down into a deep despair. Then he vanished from her life, only to be replaced by another stranger. She felt his warmth, and they kissed.
Tears began to cascade down her cheeks, saturating the fabric that covered them. When he sensed her warm tears, he panicked. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't bear to see her cry. "Darling, please don’t cry..." He released her, his fingers delicately brushing her hair. "I won't touch you, I promise not to anymore, okay?"
She sobbed more intensely and choked out, "Don't talk!"
"... Why?" He was taken aback.
She gently bit her lip, unable to refrain from saying, "When you talk, you remind me so much of him..."
He was so kind and doted on her. When he spoke, it felt as if it weren't another person, but her husband Joshua standing beside her. Even the way he kissed her felt strikingly familiar...
In that moment, Hazel realized just how much she longed for Joshua. Without him by her side, each day of waiting became an excruciating ordeal.
She wasn’t afraid of waiting. Even if it meant waiting for a long time, she would value it. But she feared she might never see him again, even if she spent her entire life waiting.
Would she uncover the truth behind this unfamiliar man? Would she be able to forgive if she realized how he orchestrated the intricate game of LOVE and REVENGE?