Esme

【Warning: Do not open this novel lightly, or you'll find yourself hopelessly addicted, unable to put it down for three days and nights...】
"Would you like a husband who will never touch you?"
Those were his words when we first met. It sounded absurd, yet somehow appealing to someone like me who had just been abandoned by her fiancé.
He sat in a wheelchair, gentle and polite, seemingly a harmless project manager. He promised this would be just a cold transaction—a marriage in name only, with separate lives. I accepted his terms.
Until that gala. When a socialite humiliated me, he appeared just in time. "You dare disrespect my wife?" his voice resonated throughout the ballroom, "As of today, all business partnerships with your family are terminated."
That's when I realized this "gentle, harmless project manager" was actually the CEO of Carter Group. Our marriage was merely a pawn in his revenge plot—he had orchestrated this elaborate scheme to avenge his parents.
That night, when he rose from his wheelchair and threw me forcefully onto the bed, my heart nearly stopped. He tore my dress, his eyes fierce, his heavy breathing hot against my neck. "I love you," he growled hoarsely before biting down hard on my shoulder. I tried to struggle, but he gripped my waist firmly, his hardness pressing against me as he entered without mercy.
"I never thought I'd fall in love with you," he confessed, his mask finally crumbling. "But you made me want more than just revenge."
I stared at him, my heart caught between trust and doubt. After all the lies, could I believe in this confession?

【Warning: Do not open this novel lightly, or you'll find yourself hopelessly addicted, unable to put it down for three days and nights...】
Three years of loveless marriage turned her from an angel into a black widow.
That night, she roughly bound his wrists with his tie and straddled his waist. As she leaned forward, her scarlet silk nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing curve of flesh beneath.
"Enjoying this, Alexander?" she chuckled softly, her fingertips trailing slow and deliberate over his chest, teasing the tense ridges of his abs. "Hard but can't move—feeling frustrated?"
His eyes darkened, the desire within nearly exploding. He resisted, fought back, but completely crumbled at her touch.
"Sienna," his voice menacing, "you asked for this!"
A sharp snap—the tie broke. He lunged like a beast, slamming her beneath him, his scorching hardness pressing between her thighs, claiming her with no escape.
By daybreak, she left behind divorce papers, a hundred-dollar bill, and a taunt—"This is all you're good for."
Five years later, she returned as a rising star in the medical field, accompanied by a pair of twins who bore a striking resemblance to him. He pinned her against the wall, showing her a thick medical file: "Chronic poisoning."
Her pupils constricted. As a top doctor, she instantly understood what this meant.
"I never touched you because I didn't want you to mourn a dying man," his voice was hoarse. "I made you hate me so you wouldn't have to cry for me."
His eyes darkened, the suppressed anger threatening to consume her: "So, these twins... are they mine, or someone else's?"