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.
Leilani walks across the room and sinks onto a sofa. She hates showing any sign of weakness in front of Fiona, but she feels exhausted. She’s not sure if it’s the stress or the pregnancy or some combination, but she finds it hard to keep her eyes open. There’s a sharp knock at the door.…
Leilani lies on the sofa in her parlor and spins the ring around her finger. The diamond catches the light and throws sparkles across the room and onto the walls. Lucky runs in and out through the open French doors and the curtains rustle in the breeze. She can’t stop thinking about Charles. I can’t…
“Would you really kill me over a woman?” Francis asks with disgust. “Yes,” Waylen answers, leveling the gun at his grandfather’s chest. “I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt her. Now, let me go. You can’t keep me locked up here until she gives birth. If I’m not back in a few days, she’ll get…
“Oh, Mrs. Bamford, you’re so lucky,” Sarah says with a quick wink at Leilani. “Mr. Bamford loves you so much. He’s left you a beautiful present for every day he’s been gone. The first was that stunning necklace, and then those beautiful matching earrings. The shoes he gave you on the third day were perfect,…
Leonie stands behind the door, watching her mother and Mrs. Florence Bamford. The two are watching TV in Florence’s private sitting room, and Leonie is getting bored of spying on them. Suddenly the phone rings. Florence answers it, and her wrinkles deepen as she frowns and nods. She sighs heavily and gently hangs up the…
“You’re pregnant too, but Florence doesn’t seem to care about what happens to your child. I wonder why that is? Oh, probably because my child is a Bamford, and yours isn’t.” “How can you say that?” Leonie wails. “You’re obviously just jealous of me, you bitch.” Fiona puts a comforting arm on Leonie’s shoulder. Leilani…
“What kind of trick have you played on me?” “I’m taking you to see someone,” Andrew says. “Is it Charles again?” Leilani asks. “Because that trick you pulled with the ultrasound image last time wasn’t funny. It was sick.” “Yes, as a matter of fact, it is,” Andrew says lightly. “Don’t joke with me—it’s really…
But even as the words leave her mouth, she knows they’re not true. She wonders if she’s suspected Waylen all along. Have I been in denial? She thinks with a shudder. How could I have let myself love him when I know he’s capable of hurting Charles like this? She wants to close her eyes…
“I mean, I remember that grandfather locked me in the walk-in freezer, but I don’t remember how I got out. And I have no idea where we are.” “Well, sir, your grandfather finally agreed to let you out, but he made you agree to his conditions first,” Robert says. “You really don’t remember?” Waylen shakes…
“I’m fine,” Waylen whispers. “Get that cloth off me and help me get ready to meet Leilani.” “Mr. Bamford, don’t worry about her right now,” Robert says. “You need to focus on healing. As soon as you’re better, Leilani will be ready and waiting for you. But you can’t go out in this storm—you’ll die.”…