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.
“Waylen just came back from the gym—he was quite sweaty,” Leonie says, pausing meaningfully. “Anyway, if you’re calling to complain about the photoshoot—don’t. Waylen knows what the servants are doing, and he’s permitted them. If you just obey them, it’ll all be over soon.” Leilani hangs up the phone and tosses it onto the bed.…
The cellphone tumbles from Leonie’s hand and clatters onto the floor. Leilani quickly bends over and picks it up, taking care to place her thumb over the speaker. She doesn’t want the thousands of viewers to hear her conversation. Leonie reaches for the needle, but Leilani shakes her head. “Don’t move too quickly,” Leilani says…
Jackson raises his eyebrows and says, “Make it quick. Once I get this dress off you, I won’t be in the mood to listen.” Gabrielle says, “What if I bought my freedom from you? I can give you money or my credit cards or whatever you want.” “I don’t think you could afford that,” Jackson…
Waylen sighs loudly and snaps his fingers, “Robert, take both of them to have the paternity test. I want this bickering to end forever. Once we have the results, I never want to hear another word on this topic.” “Very wise, dear,” Florence says, smiling coolly. “But you know, if Leonie’s child is yours, you…
The doctor scrambles to her feet and gives Waylen a copy of the test results. Waylen glances at the paper, crumples it into a ball and tosses it toward Leilani. Leonie raises a manicured hand and catches it. She unfolds the paper and scans the results, her face getting paler by the second. “It’s all…
“I see,” Robert says into his phone. “Yes, I’ll tell him at once.” “Sir, the maids, said that Leilani returned to the mansion,” Robert says. “They said she insisted on taking a few things. They swear they tried to stop her and hope you won’t punish them too severely.” Waylen sighs and turns to face…
“Why did you bring me here?” she asks. “I always thought you preferred cold, and dank places.” “I know you didn’t like your time at Misty Mansion,” Andrew says, helping her out of the car. He reaches for her suitcase, but she slaps his hand away. She takes the bag and clutches it tightly in…
A servant leads her up the stairs and down a hall to the master bedroom. Leilani pauses in the doorway, but she refuses to go in. The bedroom is undeniably beautiful. Floor to ceiling windows show off the sea and the rainbow flowers below. White curtains hang from the ceiling to the gray carpeted floor.…
“James Moore,” she shouts. “What the hell is wrong with you? You have no backbone—you just do whatever I say. I ask you to f.u.c.k me, and you f.u.c.k me. I ask you to leave, and you leave. If I asked you to cut off your own balls, would you do that too?” If James…
“Felicity, you drive me wild,” Andrew whispers. Leilani squares her shoulder and snaps, “Andrew, show me some respect!” “I do respect you,” Andrew whispers, trailing soft kisses from her earlobe to her collarbone. “I haven’t touched you once since you came here—not your lips, or your legs, not even a single finger—and it’s torturing me,…