Lottie

"You're my fiancée..." Oscar pinned me beneath him with crushing force. His face was flushed with an unnatural, feverish heat, and I could feel him—swollen and hard—pressing urgently against my lower body. "Emily, help me... please..."
"It's fake! Oscar, snap out of it! Don't do this—we're just business partners!" I pleaded, trying desperately to bring him back to his senses.
But his eyes were bloodshot, burning with a hazy intensity. He forced his scalding length inside me, inch by agonizing inch. "Emily, relax... I'm better than him. I'm worth it."
Amidst the searing pain, a traitorous spark of pleasure began to rise. I closed my eyes, resigning myself to his will. Perhaps... this was just another transaction after all.

In her previous life, she was a fool. She trampled on the heart of Matthew, a man of terrifying power who cherished her above all else, only to die a gruesome death at the hands of the man she trusted.

Given a second chance at life, she woke up on her wedding day. Without hesitation, she stabbed the bastard. Drenched in blood, she threw herself at Matthew. "Take me with you!"

She thought he would shield her from the world again. Instead, he seized her jaw, his gaze radiating a ruthless chill. "Elizabeth, is this just another calculated act? Do not expect me to trust you ever again."

My husband dug out my heart, but I was reborn as his uncle’s fiancée.

To get revenge, I sat on his uncle’s lap right in front of him.

"Uncle, your nephew is watching," I whispered, tracing his lips. "Does it make you nervous?"

Cheng Yanshen didn't push me away. Instead, he tightened his grip on my waist, his voice husky. "Let him watch. Or are you afraid I’ll do more than just hold you?"

I thought I was using him to destroy my ex, but why does this dangerous man look at me like he’s been waiting for my soul to return?