2026-03-04
The CEO's Fallen Angel
For 100,000, I stepped into the most luxurious private room of the "Zenith Club." Mr. Zamora pinched my chin, smiling sleazily: "Young lady, have you thought it through? Spend a week with me, and the money is yours." I closed my eyes and nodded. With the money in hand, Michael Shane held me and cried, "Elena, once I succeed, I will definitely marry you." I smiled, but my heart ached. Later, he became successful, brought a new lover back to the country, and publicly humiliated me at the celebration banquet: "Elena Mussolini, you are truly disgusting." I pulled out the bright red marriage certificate and slammed it against his face. "Michael Shane, we're legally married." His expression darkened suddenly, his...