Marrying into the Bamford family was the ultimate aspiration for girls from elite backgrounds. It promised a life of opulence and boundless wealth, thanks to the Bamfords’ unparalleled influence in both government and private business.
Fortunately, Leilani stood out among the rest and successfully became the wife of Waylen Bamford, a man who possessed not only striking looks but also remarkable business acumen. Deeply in love with her husband, Leilani made every effort to become the perfect wife. However, Waylen’s arrogance led him to treat her no better than a servant, despite her attempts to seduce him using various methods.
One fateful day, Leilani found herself on the brink of drowning in an accident, which left her utterly disillusioned. Determined, she firmly demanded a divorce. Waylen, however, dismissed her request as another ploy to gain attention. Moreover, the Bamford family could not bear the scandal that a divorce would bring.
Leilani’s unwavering insistence piqued Waylen’s curiosity. What fate awaits them? Let’s delve into their story below.
“Don’t you dare!” “Mr. Bamford, if you don’t divorce me immediately, I will cheat on you endlessly,” she threatens, “Aren’t I considerate to warn you, though?” “I told you that you’d regret this, Waylen,” she adds coyly, “But enough talk, I want to go try one of these men now. See you later.” She blows…
“Wait! Stop!” Leilani said through gritted teeth. She involuntarily curls her fingers into a fist. “Got you,” he gloats. He smiles coldly, satisfied with her response. He’d called her bluff, and she has revealed her true emotions. He’d never paid much attention to her before; if Leilani hadn’t visited her nanny last night, he still…
“Hey! Stop!” She chases after him, but she can’t keep up with his long strides. Waylen continues to ignore her. He climbs into his car and starts the engine. The car races away and disappears into the night. Leilani stomps her feet and kicks angrily at the club door, imagining she’s kicking Waylen in the…
“What’s wrong with you, Leilani?” Florence Bamford asks, “What do you mean by this disrespect? I graciously invited you to tea and you respond with such terrible manners!” “Grandma,” Leonie soothes, “Leilani must have only just awoken. She probably didn’t have time to get dressed.” Florence Bamford makes a disapproving sound and sips her tea.…
Standing with his hands clasped behind his back, Waylen looks even taller than normal. His face is terrifyingly hostile. “Sometimes my wife gets confused when she wakes,” he mutters through gritted teeth. His eyes are cold and expressionless, and a furious chill seems to emanate from him. He walks slowly; every step is heavy and…
She looks accusingly at Leonie. “Waylen, I’m telling the truth. You have to trust me,” Leonie gnashes her teeth in frustration and anger. She itches to drag Leilani out of Waylen’s arms and wonders when Leilani became so fearless. Waylen turns a deaf ear on Leonie and stares at Leilani with the utmost depth, amazed…
Robert nods and he and the maids drag Lily from the room. She begs for mercy, and her terrified screams echo down the long hall. Exhausted from the late night and scared of Waylen’s threat, Leilani feels especially unnerved by Lily’s screams. Effortlessly, Waylen lifts her off the ground and carries her toward his room.…
“Don’t be afraid, come on.” “You think I won’t do it?” she asks. Tentatively, she pushes her hand toward Waylen’s chest. Her hands are sweating and she can feel the needle piercing his skin. He doesn’t even wince as the needle slides a fraction deeper. Is he not afraid? Perceiving her hesitation, Waylen moves deliberately…
“Where did she go?” He can’t believe she’d stab him with a needle and then just run away. Though, she does seem to have gotten very good at disappearing lately. “Dr. Walter said Mrs. Bamford went back to her room to take a cold bath after she took his medicine. I’ve asked a maid to…
She smiles. The other day she asked what meals she should cook when she finally celebrates her divorce. He joked and told her to cook a grand banquet. Now he’s changed his answer. “You don’t want a grand banquet anymore?” He puts his hands in the pocket of his coat, tilts his head and smiles…