Chapter 1 Divorce Papers And Tips

• For the past three years of their marriage, the man hadn't so much as touched Whitney Jones.
• But tonight, she wanted him—just once.
• Slowly, she slipped out of her clothes, dimming the lights as she did.
• His body was burning hot and unusually so. Like a moth to a flame, she threw herself into his arms.
• A soft kiss brushed against his lips, igniting him like a spark in a dry field, turning his passivity into fiery desire.
• His hands, strong and deliberate, gripped her waist. He began to take control and invade her every defense.
• His fingers, which were long and firm, traced over her fair skin, not showing the slightest hint of tenderness as they claimed her.
• Pain and sensitivity intertwined. It was a powerful sensation.
• Especially when their bodies became one, Whitney felt as if she were floating in the air, weightless in the intensity of it all.
• Above the clouds, she was adrift in a sea of passion, suspended between pleasure and oblivion.
• That night, they indulged—three times in total.
• At dawn, Whitney was the first to wake up. She turned her head slightly. Her gaze lingered on his handsome face beside her. She stared for a moment, lost in thought.
• When he woke up, he would likely be furious.
• Still, it was her first night sleeping next to him as his wife. That counted for something, didn't it?
• She stood up, her legs shaky. Whitney's body was aching from the night before, and it bore the marks of his passion.
• Ignoring the pain from her first night, she dragged her battered body to the closet and dressed.
• Then she sat at the desk and signed the divorce papers.
• "Whitney, last night ... Did you set me up?"
• Shaun Marshall was furious when he woke up. His eyes were practically ablaze, his face dark with rage.
• He knew instantly that the soup from last night was to blame.
• "Yeah! I did," Whitney responded calmly. "After three years of marriage, I figured I was owed something."
• Her expression was calm, but her heart felt hollow.
• She had loved Shaun for ten years.
• Three years ago, thanks to the marriage arranged between their family, she had rushed into this union.
• However, Shaun despised her. Worse, he had quickly discovered that she wasn't really a Jones.
• She was a fake.
• Aurora Jones was the Joneses' real daughter.
• Everyone agreed that the marriage rightfully belonged to Aurora and that Whitney had deceitfully taken Shaun away from her.
• Whitney didn't know if Shaun believed that too. But one thing was clear—he was beyond furious now.
• "Whitney, as a woman, do you even have any shame pulling a stunt like this?"
• Shaun's face was tight with anger; his dark eyes burst with fiery rage.
• Whitney laughed indifferently and asked, "Shame? Well, if I remember correctly, you didn't seem to mind last night. You took me three times. Did Mr. Marshall not enjoy it?"
• Shaun was momentarily speechless. Flashes of the previous night flickered through his mind.
• Even though the details were fuzzy, the memory of her soft, alluring body was like honeyed poison that he couldn't get enough of.
• He frowned, his mood souring further.
• Regardless, he hated being manipulated.
• Whitney saw the dark expression on his face and wasn't surprised.
• It didn't matter what she said or did—he would always hate her.
• This marriage was over.
• Her face expressionless, she said, "The papers are signed. We're done. Let's go our separate ways."
• With that, Whitney grabbed the suitcase she had packed and walked out of the mansion.
• Shaun stood there for a moment, stunned. Then, he quickly got out of bed and strode to the desk.
• He discovered the signed divorce papers there.
• And 300 dollars.
• One hundred dollars per session? Was this supposed to be his 'fee'?
• Whitney had left him 300 bucks as if he were some kind of escort！
• Enraged, Shaun threw on his clothes and stormed after her. He was determined to drag her back and teach her a lesson.
• But Whitney had already vanished.
• ...
• Six years later, at the Marshall Estate in Zlaco.
• Caden Marshall stood at the gate. Shaun, his parents, and several servants flanked Caden Marshall in a grand display fit for welcoming royalty.
• Shaun's mother, Marie Marshall, glanced at the scene with confusion. Marie questioned, "Caden, who is coming today that you need to personally greet them with such a big show? Are they that important?"
• Caden was commanding as always. He replied, "She was once my granddaughter-in-law. Is that important enough?"
• Marie blinked in confusion.
• Shaun had been pulled from work for this. He narrowed his eyes and constricted his pupils.
• Former granddaughter-in-law? Could it be ...
• Marie tentatively asked, "What do you mean by that?"
• Caden shot her a look, his tone unreadable. He explained, "Nini is coming back, and she'll be staying with us for a while."
• At those words, the expressions on Shaun's family's faces shifted drastically.
• "What?"
• Marie's voice rose several notches. She exclaimed, "Whitney's coming back? Caden, you must be joking! That woman divorced Shaun ages ago. She's an orphan with no family ties. Why is she returning? She has nothing to do with us anymore!"
• Her disapproval was clear. It was obvious Marie had never liked Whitney.
• "I personally invited her. Are you questioning my decision?" Caden's voice was calm but commanding, leaving no room for argument.
• Marie fell silent, though her expression showed her dissatisfaction.
• Shaun said nothing, his dark eyes clouded with a mix of emotions, a faint yet unmistakable anger simmering beneath the surface.
• That woman had disappeared for six years, and she's coming back now? How dare she return!
• As his rage was bubbling, a sleek, luxurious Mercedes approached from the distance.
• Inside the car, Whitney watched the familiar scenery pass by. Her emotions a complicated mix ...
• She had never thought she'd return to this place.
• Whitney had only come back because Caden had personally asked her to treat him for his illness.
• He had offered her a very generous fee.
• That fee would secure the funding for her research lab for the next three years, ensuring she wouldn't have to worry about finances.
• No one said no to money, especially when you had two sons to raise.
• Two young boys with angelic faces peered eagerly out the car window beside her.
• Skylar Jones was the oldest. The boy murmured with excitement, "This house is impressive. Their security system must be state-of-the-art. I wonder how long it would take to hack it."
• Next to him, his younger brother, Andy Jones, echoed, "We could try tonight! I like the look of this place, especially those bodyguards. They seem skilled. It'll be fun to spar with them!"
• As the little guy said this, he started to rub his hands together excitedly.
• But just as the words fell, he got a flick on the forehead from Whitney.
• She warned them with amusement, "Behave yourselves. We're here to visit, not to show off your skills. Understood?"
• Her sons, though still young, were prodigies, both in intelligence and physical ability. When it came to combat, they were natural talents.
• Her mentor had already whisked them away to learn the art of combat, and their abilities were exceptional.
• The last time a street thug had harassed her, these two had teamed up, leaving the guy bruised and battered.
• When the police had arrived, the man had told them exactly what had happened. The police hadn't believed him and had lectured him instead!
• Afraid of causing trouble, Whitney had instructed the boys to keep their abilities hidden.
• The boys had nodded and promised obediently, "Yes, we understand. We've heard it all before—keep a low profile!"
• Although they had said so, the look in their eyes had already shifted to that of hunters eyeing their prey.
• Before they returned from abroad, they knew all about the Marshalls.
• This was the place where their mother's sc*mbag ex-husband lived.
• They couldn't wait to give that man a taste of his own medicine!
• And maybe ask him—was he blind? What kind of idiot wouldn't cherish a woman as amazing as their mother? Did he think he could have someone better?!