Esme

After being stood up by her fiancé, she impulsively enters into a contract marriage with a stranger. She assumes her new husband is a hard-working, stable project leader. But as time goes on, he becomes increasingly clingy，always hanging around her.
Everything changes when she attends a major business meeting. As the lights dim and a charismatic billionaire CEO takes the stage, she is stunned. The man standing before the audience looks exactly like her husband!
As she playfully asks him in a flirty tone whether he is single, the CEO reveals his wedding ring to the camera, saying, “Married, thanks.” Staring at the ring—her gift—she realizes she's been duped. Tonight, the billionaire will have to face her playful wrath!
"So, you're a billionaire CEO? How could you hide this from me?"
"I wanted you to love me for who I am, not for my money or status."
"Well, then live with your money for the rest of your life. "
Will their contract marriage turn into something more as secrets are revealed and unexpected feelings blossom? Tonight has only just begun.…

【Warning: Do not open this novel lightly, or you'll find yourself hopelessly addicted, unable to put it down for three days and nights...】
Three years of loveless marriage turned her from an angel into a black widow.
That night, she roughly bound his wrists with his tie and straddled his waist. As she leaned forward, her scarlet silk nightgown slipped off one shoulder, revealing a tantalizing curve of flesh beneath.
"Enjoying this, Alexander?" she chuckled softly, her fingertips trailing slow and deliberate over his chest, teasing the tense ridges of his abs. "Hard but can't move—feeling frustrated?"
His eyes darkened, the desire within nearly exploding. He resisted, fought back, but completely crumbled at her touch.
"Sienna," his voice menacing, "you asked for this!"
A sharp snap—the tie broke. He lunged like a beast, slamming her beneath him, his scorching hardness pressing between her thighs, claiming her with no escape.
By daybreak, she left behind divorce papers, a hundred-dollar bill, and a taunt—"This is all you're good for."
Five years later, she returned as a rising star in the medical field, accompanied by a pair of twins who bore a striking resemblance to him. He pinned her against the wall, showing her a thick medical file: "Chronic poisoning."
Her pupils constricted. As a top doctor, she instantly understood what this meant.
"I never touched you because I didn't want you to mourn a dying man," his voice was hoarse. "I made you hate me so you wouldn't have to cry for me."
His eyes darkened, the suppressed anger threatening to consume her: "So, these twins... are they mine, or someone else's?"