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.
Leonie pulls out her phone and plays a recording of Mrs. Florence Bamford. “Once Leilani bears him a child, Waylen won’t allow her to hang around,” the old woman’s voice says, “The second she gives birth, he’ll have her packing her bags. He can’t stand the sight of her, and frankly my dear, neither can…
“Are you satisfied?” Waylen asks, “They haven’t touched anything but the photos.” Waylen frowns. He knew Leilani wanted the phone, but he was surprised by the lengths she went to to get it. Leilani transfers the SIM cards between the phones and throws the couple’s phone at Robert. She didn’t expect to get her phone…
“So he’s carrying the keys with him,” Leilani thinks, “That means he must also have the keys for the handcuffs.” She begins to plan possible ways to take the keys from him, but her thoughts are interrupted by a voice outside the room. “I swear I just heard someone say the Summers family name,” Leilani…
“Did I take this too far?” she wonders, “Does he see through my act?” Leilani stumbles forward a few steps, “Where are you? Come over and help me.” Waylen Bamford stands less than two meters away from her. He narrows his eyes with desire when he hears her voice. Leilani intentionally stumbles, rolling her ankle.…
“Why are you so s.e.x.u.a.l for other men and so cold for me?” Waylen asks her aggressively. Leilani has nothing to say. She doesn’t know how to answer his question. “I can’t tell him how badly I want him. I can’t ever admit that!” she thinks, “My body cooperated with him last night. Some part…
Leilani wants to slap him, but she forces herself to remain calm. There’s no use getting angry with him. She takes the mug and blows gently to cool the hot milk. The milk is as white as the clothes she wears, and she’s pulled her long hair into a side ponytail. She looks enchanting as…
Waylen looks at her sarcastically and his meaning is self-evident. Leilani stands alone, isolated and helpless; she glances between the second button of his shirt and his cold eyes. He’s been in an irritable mood all day, and his injuries seem to be making him even crankier. She knows she should avoid upsetting him further,…
“Shh!” Lisa quiets her friends, “You guys go up to the room—I’ll be right back.” Lisa remembers from previous stays that the presidential suite has a private elevator, but Leilani didn’t take the private elevator. She assumes that a man like Waylen Bamford would be staying in the presidential suite, and her suspicious are instantly…
“Is it expensive?” asks another. “It’s a limited edition—worth more than one hundred thousand dollars per bottle,” replies the first. The women stare at the crystal bottle as it sparkles under the light. “Since he sent us the cognac, he must want to invite one of us to make a toast,” says another. “It must…
Since Waylen doesn’t object, she expertly cuts a small piece and raises the fork to feed him. Waylen looks at Leilani with a mischievous glint in his eyes and lowers his head to eat foie gras Lisa offers him. The air is filled with emotional tension. The women at the next table simmer with jealousy…