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The Torn Dress
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A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband   Take Off the Cloth I Bought You!
Once again, Cynthia was forcibly shoved into the car by Lucien. Since then, she had remained eerily silent, exuding an oppressive aura of stillness.Her body trembled uncontrollably, lingering in the chilling fear of nearly being strangled to death by Lucien just moments ago. The terror he instilled in her had reached an entirely new level.At that moment, Lucien's phone suddenly rang.He answered the call, listening to the voice on the other end, and his expression grew even darker. His gaze flickered toward Cynthia, who remained motionless beside him. Then, in a deep voice, he said, "Tell her to wait. I'm coming now."As soon as the words left his lips, the car swerved sharply. The vehicle, which had been heading toward Cynthia's home, abruptly changed direction and sped toward another destination.Noticing the shift, Cynthia's eyes widened with fury. Her voice erupted in rage: "Stop the car!"Lucien shot her a sidelong glance, a smirk curling on his lips as he mocked, "I was beginn
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The highway stretched endlessly like a black silk ribbon, winding through the night.The chilly night wind cut against Cynthia's skin as she trudged along the desolate road, her lone figure engulfed by the vast emptiness. Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably, only to be swept away by the relentless wind.Her heart was heavy with sorrow, her steps unsteady. She thought about calling Erica, but her hand froze mid-air, realizing she had nothing on herânot even a phone. She had stormed out of the car with nothing.Occasionally, the headlights of passing cars illuminated her frail figure, making her feel utterly exposed. Fear, helplessness, and despair crawled over her like a suffocating net.She hated Lucien for pushing her to this breaking point. But more than that, she loathed herselfâhow had she let her life become such a mess, so utterly humiliating?Exhaustion weighed on her, and for a fleeting moment, she thoughtâperhaps she should just give up. Give up on everything, even
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Lucien had barely taken a few steps into the courtyard with Cynthia in his arms when she spotted Jacqueline standing in the center.Tonight, Jacqueline looked stunningâcompletely different from her usual sweet and innocent image.She wore a tight-fitting mini dress that accentuated her alluring curves, exuding an irresistible charm with every move. She was sultry, radiant.Cynthia instinctively lowered her gaze to her own disheveled appearance, a faint sense of inferiority creeping into her heart.Jacqueline's face was adorned with an enchanting smileâuntil her eyes landed on Cynthia in Lucien's arms. In an instant, that smile vanished, replaced by an icy, penetrating stare.Cynthia had expected Jacqueline to throw a fit at the sight of Lucien returning home with a disheveled woman in his arms. She braced herself for an explosive confrontation.But to her surprise, nothing of the sort happened.Just as Lucien set Cynthia down and she barely found her balance, Jacqueline gracefully app
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Lucien's gaze remained fixed on Cynthia until she disappeared behind the closed door. Only then did he slowly retract his eyes, turning his attention to Jacqueline. Though his expression bore no hint of anger, there was an unmistakable pressure in his gaze that made the air feel stifling.Jacqueline's heart clenched violently, her breath quickening. For a brief moment, she felt as if she had been reduced to nothing in Lucien's eyesâlike a piece of worthless trash. Her legs trembled involuntarily.She had always known Lucien was a man who stood above all others, someone who could not be manipulated or challenged. His possessiveness ran deep; he lived by his own rules, tolerating no defianceâespecially not from the women beside him.Yet, before her very eyes, Cynthia defied him at every turn. Every word she spoke, every action she took, seemed like a deliberate provocation, daring to test the limits of his patience.And what drove Jacqueline mad with jealousy was that Lucien indulged Cy
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Upstairs, in the dimly lit bedroom, Cynthia had just finished her shower. Dressed in a white nightgown brought by a maid, the slightly open neckline revealed a hint of delicate skin. She stood quietly by the window, gazing down at the courtyard below.Outside, Jacqueline was being helped away by a man who had rushed in, and she was in complete disarray, her body limp against the man as if all strength had been drained from her. It was clear that she was barely able to walk on her own, more dragged than supported as they left.Cynthia felt a fleeting sense of pity. That sightâutterly wretchedâwas enough to stir anyone's sympathy.She had experienced Lucien's ruthlessness firsthand. And now, witnessing how cruelly he discarded Jacqueline, a woman who had devoted herself to him, Cynthia felt a cold realization settle over her.To Lucien, women were nothing more than fleeting distractions. Once their novelty wore off, they were cast aside without hesitation.And what about her?Cynthia kn
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"If I drink these, you won't bother Roy again, right?"Cynthia glanced at the three glasses of red wine, which were filled to the brim, before looking up at the man sitting across from her, who wore a series of earrings in his left ear. She asked.This man, Frank, has recently been the subject of a major interview for the magazine Cynthia works for. But in the course of his work he repeatedly tried to get close to her. Her colleague and friend, Roy, had been punished by Frank to help her, and even their camera had been smashed.Meanwhile, that interview didn't go ahead, and their supervisor was unusually angry, leading to both her and Roy being punished.Cynthia was here today to apologize for Roy and to try to persuade Frank to continue with the interview.Frank, half-lying on the sofa, stared at her. She had a strikingly beautiful face, but it was her perfectly tailored suit that wrapped around her slender frame that caught his attention.To him, she was even more enticing than wome
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Amidst the whispers and stares from the bar's patrons, Cynthia stumbled out, her steps unsteady and desperate.The late spring night breeze carried a chill, cruelly slipping into her collar. She was soaked, unsure whether it was sweat or spilled liquor from her struggle earlier, and as she stepped outside the bar, a shiver ran down her spine.Suddenly, a strong wave of dizziness hit her, overwhelming her like a rushing tide.Her body felt drained, as if her muscles had been stripped away, and she was left weak and on the verge of collapsing onto the cold ground.Those drinks were definitely tampered with!Shaking uncontrollably, Cynthia fumbled for her phone, her fingers sluggishly gliding across the screen as she tried to call her best friend, Erica, hoping for her to come and help.But fate seemed unwilling to spare her.Just then, two tall, shadowy figures appeared from behind her, silently approaching. Before she could react, a large, rough hand covered her mouth.Cynthia felt the
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Cynthia's face was pressed hard against the wall, causing a sharp pain."I spent a lot of energy satisfying you last night. And you're just leaving like this? Not even a thanks?" Lucien's magnetic voice whispered in her ear.He was utterly shameless! To put it bluntly, he had committed a crime! And now, he was asking her to thank him?!"I have nothing to say to you. Let me go!" Cynthia felt stripped of all her dignity in front of him.She tried to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists, forcing her hands over her head. The barely hanging clothes slipped off her body, and she was once again pressed against the cold wall.Shame surged through her, overwhelming her thoughts."Nothing to say to me? Have you forgotten? We used to be husband and wife." Lucien's arms tightened around her waist, his body pressing dangerously close to hers. His lips brushed against her translucent earlobe, "I'm the one who knows best how slutty you are."His thumb ran over her lips, speaking slowly, "Your sk
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A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband   I Only Want You
Upstairs, in the dimly lit bedroom, Cynthia had just finished her shower. Dressed in a white nightgown brought by a maid, the slightly open neckline revealed a hint of delicate skin. She stood quietly by the window, gazing down at the courtyard below.Outside, Jacqueline was being helped away by a man who had rushed in, and she was in complete disarray, her body limp against the man as if all strength had been drained from her. It was clear that she was barely able to walk on her own, more dragged than supported as they left.Cynthia felt a fleeting sense of pity. That sightâutterly wretchedâwas enough to stir anyone's sympathy.She had experienced Lucien's ruthlessness firsthand. And now, witnessing how cruelly he discarded Jacqueline, a woman who had devoted herself to him, Cynthia felt a cold realization settle over her.To Lucien, women were nothing more than fleeting distractions. Once their novelty wore off, they were cast aside without hesitation.And what about her?Cynthia kn
A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband   Don't Let Me See You Again
Lucien's gaze remained fixed on Cynthia until she disappeared behind the closed door. Only then did he slowly retract his eyes, turning his attention to Jacqueline. Though his expression bore no hint of anger, there was an unmistakable pressure in his gaze that made the air feel stifling.Jacqueline's heart clenched violently, her breath quickening. For a brief moment, she felt as if she had been reduced to nothing in Lucien's eyesâlike a piece of worthless trash. Her legs trembled involuntarily.She had always known Lucien was a man who stood above all others, someone who could not be manipulated or challenged. His possessiveness ran deep; he lived by his own rules, tolerating no defianceâespecially not from the women beside him.Yet, before her very eyes, Cynthia defied him at every turn. Every word she spoke, every action she took, seemed like a deliberate provocation, daring to test the limits of his patience.And what drove Jacqueline mad with jealousy was that Lucien indulged Cy
A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband   No One Can Stop Me
Lucien had barely taken a few steps into the courtyard with Cynthia in his arms when she spotted Jacqueline standing in the center.Tonight, Jacqueline looked stunningâcompletely different from her usual sweet and innocent image.She wore a tight-fitting mini dress that accentuated her alluring curves, exuding an irresistible charm with every move. She was sultry, radiant.Cynthia instinctively lowered her gaze to her own disheveled appearance, a faint sense of inferiority creeping into her heart.Jacqueline's face was adorned with an enchanting smileâuntil her eyes landed on Cynthia in Lucien's arms. In an instant, that smile vanished, replaced by an icy, penetrating stare.Cynthia had expected Jacqueline to throw a fit at the sight of Lucien returning home with a disheveled woman in his arms. She braced herself for an explosive confrontation.But to her surprise, nothing of the sort happened.Just as Lucien set Cynthia down and she barely found her balance, Jacqueline gracefully app
A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband   Don't Be Afraid, I'll Take You Away
The highway stretched endlessly like a black silk ribbon, winding through the night.The chilly night wind cut against Cynthia's skin as she trudged along the desolate road, her lone figure engulfed by the vast emptiness. Tears streamed down her cheeks uncontrollably, only to be swept away by the relentless wind.Her heart was heavy with sorrow, her steps unsteady. She thought about calling Erica, but her hand froze mid-air, realizing she had nothing on herânot even a phone. She had stormed out of the car with nothing.Occasionally, the headlights of passing cars illuminated her frail figure, making her feel utterly exposed. Fear, helplessness, and despair crawled over her like a suffocating net.She hated Lucien for pushing her to this breaking point. But more than that, she loathed herselfâhow had she let her life become such a mess, so utterly humiliating?Exhaustion weighed on her, and for a fleeting moment, she thoughtâperhaps she should just give up. Give up on everything, even
A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband   Take Off the Cloth I Bought You!
Once again, Cynthia was forcibly shoved into the car by Lucien. Since then, she had remained eerily silent, exuding an oppressive aura of stillness.Her body trembled uncontrollably, lingering in the chilling fear of nearly being strangled to death by Lucien just moments ago. The terror he instilled in her had reached an entirely new level.At that moment, Lucien's phone suddenly rang.He answered the call, listening to the voice on the other end, and his expression grew even darker. His gaze flickered toward Cynthia, who remained motionless beside him. Then, in a deep voice, he said, "Tell her to wait. I'm coming now."As soon as the words left his lips, the car swerved sharply. The vehicle, which had been heading toward Cynthia's home, abruptly changed direction and sped toward another destination.Noticing the shift, Cynthia's eyes widened with fury. Her voice erupted in rage: "Stop the car!"Lucien shot her a sidelong glance, a smirk curling on his lips as he mocked, "I was beginn
A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband   The Torn Dress
Hearing those words, Cynthia felt nothing but disgust. This man was truly a scoundrel!Her voice was filled with fury and resentment as she demanded, "Are you trying to force yourself on me again?"Lucien didn't respond immediately. Instead, his lips brushed against her neck, tracing a slow, feather-light path across her skinâgentle yet scorching, leaving an undeniable heat in their wake.His voice came as a murmur against her ear, teasing yet laced with something deeper. "That night, if I remember correctly, it was me who had my clothes ripped off. You were the one who forced yourself on me."His shameless words sent a shiver down Cynthia's spine, her rage igniting into a blaze. She shoved him away with all her strength, glaring at him as she bit out, "And what about the next morning?"Lucien didn't seem the least bit offended. Instead, amusement flickered across his face as he chuckled softly.In an instant, he grabbed both her wrists, pinning her firmly in place. Then, without warn
A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband   Fl*rting In The Fitting Room
In the blink of an eye, the car came to a steady stop in front of a luxury boutique.He brought her here... to buy clothes?Cynthia thought back on the night's events. Lucien had been acting completely out of characterânot only helping her out of a tight spot but also leaving Sandy behind to take her away, as if he genuinely cared about her.What exactly was he planning?But now was not the time to dwell on it. Cynthia was drenched, looking utterly disheveled. Even if he suddenly decided to show mercy and let her go, she couldn't possibly go home in this state.So, she stopped resisting and stepped out of the car, still wrapped in Lucien's jacket, and headed straight into the women's clothing store. Lucien followed closely behind her in silence.As they stepped inside, an eager sales associate immediately greeted them. Cynthia browsed through the racks, ignoring everything else, while Lucien stood at a distance, waiting quietly. His tall, commanding presence naturally drew attention,
A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband   Do You Truly Feel Nothing For Him?
Cynthia's body stiffened as if frozen, turning around with great difficulty.The moment she saw the person behind her, the tension in her chest slightly eased, and she let out a slow breathâit was Sandy.She had been so anxious that she hadn't even registered that the voice was female.Sandy approached with a glass of red wine in hand, her steps light and effortless. Perhaps due to the alcohol, a faint blush colored her cheeks. "Cynthia, I have something to say to you," she said."Go ahead," Cynthia replied, her tone indifferent.Sandy tilted her head slightly, studying Cynthia as if scrutinizing an object.After a brief pause, she finally spoke, her voice carrying an almost imperceptible hint of accusation. "Just now, Lucien stepped in to help you, but you dismissed him as meddling. Don't you think that was a bit too much?"The words snapped Cynthia's drifting thoughts back into focus.She hadn't expected Sandy to confront her over this. After a brief moment of surprise, she responde
A One-Night Stand With Her Ex-Husband   That ManâEdric Morrison
Cynthia felt as if she had been frozen in place. Her mind went completely blank, and for a moment, she found herself unable to react, let alone speak.Sandy, on the other hand, wore an exceptionally warm smile and said softly, "Cynthia, we've met twice before. Do you remember?"From the very first time she had seen Sandy, Cynthia knew this woman was different.As one of Lucien's women, Sandy was treated with a level of importance that far surpassed Jacqueline.Yet, what puzzled Cynthia the most was Sandy's attitude toward herâLucien's infamous ex-wife. Sandy was always polite, her face ever adorned with that gentle, unshakable smile.Even now, with Lucien approaching her yet again, Sandy showed no signs of jealousy or displeasure. Instead, she had taken the initiative to greet her.This unexpected friendliness made Cynthia feel incredibly uneasy.She couldn't figure out what Sandy's true intentions were, but something deep inside told her that this kindness was nothing more than a fac
