Escorted

An ugly mysterious man took me into custody because of a debt agreement. I was forced into a contract marriage with him. My life is like hell even though all the luxuries are available. I was imprisoned in the palace, escorted by dozens of armed men. He said he had been waiting for me for a long time. I hated him, even though he was a rich and all-encompassing man. I wanted to go home because I had to fulfil a promise to my father before he died. Every night, he would ask me to come to his room to do something. If I refuse, then my father's life will be in danger. I will do anything to get out of this problem and avenge all their evil deeds.

Synopsis: Not all betrayals should lead you nowhere. Max, my fiance, abandoned me on the red carpet, approached my claimed younger sister Fiona, and escorted her to the priest right in front of my eyes. In the end, he married her with the blessing of my parents. It's really hilarious how these people encouraged me to marry him. If that wasn't tragic enough, Fiona then splashed filthy water all over my beautiful wedding gown. I had no royal roots as the daughter of a prostitute, so I didn't argue or fight since I knew it would never end. But they all seem to forget one thing: a diamond was just an ordinary stone until a polisher revealed its worth. Life couldn't have treated me better by giving me the name Diamond, and I knew I wasn't destined for a dead end. I am the diamond, and I am waiting for the lucky one to polish me and reveal my real brightness. Do I need a polisher? Will I find someone to help me get back at those who have betrayed me? Or will I become my own polisher, shaping my own destiny?

On the heavy traffic road rushing my father to the hospital due to a cerebral hemorrhage, we ran into my husband, who was directing traffic as a police officer. My mother was about to wind the window down and beg him for help, but I immediately stopped her and decisively turned the steering wheel, taking a narrow side road instead. In my previous life, at this exact situation, after a brief moment of hesitation, my husband had chosen to clear a path for us and personally escorted my father to the hospital. That very night, his childhood sweetheart, out of spite because he hadn't answered her calls, turned on the gas and killed herself. He seemed utterly unaffected by her death. He even organized a welcome-home party for my father when he was discharged from the hospital. But on the day of the party, he poisoned every dish on the table. "It's because of you and your damn father! If it weren't for you, Rosalin wouldn't have killed herself! You're the ones who drove her to death! You should pay for her life!" When I opened my eyes once more, I had returned to the day my father collapsed. This time, my husband answered the phone. Without a second thought, he ran to his childhood sweetheart. Yet, why had he still come to regret it?

Married in secret for five years, Yvonne Singer always thought I was just a washed-up nobody from a fallen family. What she didn't know was that I was the sole successor to Guzman Group, the world's largest venture capital firm. She tricked me into attending a cocktail party for the sake of her male best friend, Francis Yorke, and forced me to toast my sworn rival. Furious, I shattered the wineglass in my hand and snapped, "Yvonne, don't push me! Believe it or not, with a single word from me, your company can disappear from the stock market by tomorrow!" Panic flickered in her eyes. The next second, she threw herself into my arms. "Honey, I just needed your help. I didn't mean to hurt you." She then personally fed me a hangover pill and gently escorted me to a private room. When I woke up, I was hanging upside down from a drop tower. Francis slammed the switch. I was sent flying dozens of feet into the air, then plummeting straight down into the water. As my consciousness began to waver, I forced myself to make an emergency call. "Mr. Chance, contact global media outlets. Before nightfall, I want headlines showing them begging on the streets!"

Allyson just needs more money to pay off her father's debts and his diabetes medication. She gets a job as an exotic dancer at the Venus nightclub while working in a law office and going to college. It's a lot for a girl of only twenty-six, but she has a dream. To be a lawyer and defend the innocent. In her office, her boss and CEO Peter Fletcher is her role model. He is a wealthy and successful lawyer who inspires her life and makes her sigh. What Allyson doesn't know is that Peter is watching her in silence and for a very special reason: He wants to turn her into a werewolf like him and be faithful to her until the end of time. One night, he decides to give himself a present: A night of fun, after all the hard work, and suddenly he sees his beautiful employee, the one he wants so much, coming in from the side of the Venus nightclub. Peter is curious to know what she's doing there. He thinks she might be making drinks or mopping the floor, but to his surprise, Allyson is the most beautiful dancer in the club. Peter orders her to be promoted to his personal assistant in the office, without her knowing that he saw her behind the glass in the complete darkness of the nightclub. One night on her way home, Allyson is silently escorted by her wolf during the full moon. But they don't realize that she's going to be mugged and, in the midst of the alpha's fury, seeing his chosen one in danger, he transforms and injures the man, biting Allyson unintentionally. From then on, Allyson's adventure through an unknown and dangerous world begins, leading her into the arms of her alpha.

On the day of the wedding, my fiancee, Bianca Newton, approached me with a bright smile, handing me a glass of wine. I drank it down in one gulp. Suddenly, her male best friend, Xander Lynch, raised his phone and burst out laughing. "See! I told you this idiot wouldn't even notice that it was my piss! Pay up, everyone! Don't forget to follow my account! Pay up!" I started puking uncontrollably, but Bianca merely looked at me with disgust. I demanded that Xander apologize, yet Bianca placed herself in front of him and stopped me. "It was just a joke! Why are you taking it so seriously?" At the same time, Xander said smugly, "Come on, say hello to the views in my livestream! Tell them how it feels to drink piss!" I smashed a wine bottle right on his head. Bianca demanded that I kneel and apologize to him. Then, she hurriedly escorted Xander to the hospital, still in her wedding gown. Looking at the wedding venue in utter chaos, I calmly took my phone out and dialed a number. "Are you interested in marrying me?"