Romance


Caroline Fisher, the renowned socialite of St. Louis, became a laughingstock after a single word shattered her wedding. Six years of perseverance yielded only a feeble "sorry." With a knowing smile, Caroline declared, "I'm certain he'll return, but this time, I won't wait any longer." Amid her father's coma and vultures circling her inheritance, Caroline made a fateful decision—to wed the formidable and dreaded man of St. Louis. The world deemed him cold and ruthless, yet this fierce tiger proved unexpectedly affectionate, becoming her staunch protector. "What brings true happiness?" she pondered. "To be cherished as a treasure by someone, despite the world's vilification." 

Cassie Jensen failed to warm Archer Bailey's heart for three years. As a wife, she lived a life worse than a mistress.She thought that the two of them would go on like this until another woman appeared.Cassie Jensen realized that she was nothing in Archer Bailey's eyes.But she never expected that this man would forcibly lock her into a mental hospital for the sake of his beloved woman.After experiencing all kinds of painful torture, Cassie Jensen finally broke down: "Archer Bailey, do you regret treating me like this...""The word regret has never been in my book."The man's indifferent and unfeeling back made her lose her last bit of hope and was disheartened.Two years later, she became the Ms. White that everyone envied, aloof and extravagant.At the banquet, when she smiled at him with a familiar voice and an unfamiliar face, the man who had always been cold and heartless suddenly burst into tears."Cassie, give me a chance to make up for you..." He grabbed the hem of her clothes tightly, his eyes were bloodshot, like the only light caught in the decaying darkness."It's late." Pulling away the man's hand, she turned and left with a clean back, without a trace of nostalgia. 
Emma Wilson, an office assistant at the lower rungs of the corporate ladder, had never imagined that a simple mistyped text could lead to her boss, CEO Michael Brown, standing at her doorstep in the wee hours. They spent the night together, a night Emma wished she could simply erase from her memory. Yet, in a twist straight out of a drama, Michael came forth with a shocking proposition—marriage. Thus, it came to be. Emma, exasperated, counted down, "I have only seven months and six days until I can call it quits." Michael, with a sly grin, retorted, "Oh, but I don't have the slightest intention of letting you go."