The bed curtains, fringed with European lace, half-hidden, could not block out the spring light in the room.

Diana opened her dazed eyes, her head splitting and her limbs reassembling as if they had been taken apart.

How could she be here?

Staggering out of bed, barefoot along the intricate, dark-patterned carpet, through the corridor, at the end of the corridor there was light...

Pushing open the slightly ajar door, the light - from the huge screen set in the wall.

On the screen, the sensual and intense images made her cheeks flush hot, as a man and a woman were entangled in the screen.

The woman was beautiful, with a smooth, snow-white back, chestnut long hair and long legs in all kinds of shameful poses.

The man on the screen held the woman's face with his big palm, turned towards the camera, his eyes flashed with hostility, and suddenly lowered his head and whispered something in the woman's ear.

Diana held her breath to listen, but heard nothing.

Only then did she realize that the video was on mute...

No unbearable chanting, no wheezing that makes your face blush and your heart race, just these silent scenes made Diana's face even hotter, red to the point of bleeding.

She clutched the metal door handle with her hand, suppressing herself as if she wanted to get into the video and strangle the woman in it.

But she couldn't --

Because the woman in the video -- is herself!

"Wonderful?" In the vast, luxurious room, the voice of the man was so seductive.

The man sat on a light-colored jacquard sofa with his back to her. His meticulous hairstyle and the custom-made clothes he wore faintly exuded an innate powerful aura.

"Not so good, the female lead looks pained, the male lead's skills are terrible!" Diana looked away from the screen and commented on the video as if she were commenting on a movie that had been overused.

The man chuckles low, his deep voice reverberating in his chest: "The truth is, you climbed onto my bed, spread your legs, and begged me for it in every possible way."

In the shadows, the man crossed his legs, shook his goblet in his hand, and took a sip of red wine as he spoke, his wildness becoming more and more obvious.

In Diana's eyes, this is extremely perverted. The man seems to be treating the restricted action film on the screen as a classic movie worth savoring.

If it were a normal man, should he use all kinds of means to soothe himself with such an erotic scene?

Diana glared fiercely at the back of the man's head: "Believe it or not, I was drugged..."

"Why should I believe it?"

"Believe it or not, without medicine, I'd rather climb into the grave of the dead than onto your bed."

How arrogant and disgusting is it to have filmed what happened last night and magnified it several times for viewing?

Looking over the sofa, Diana saw a few A4 sheets of paper lying quietly on the dark blue coffee table, with the words "Divorce Agreement" leaping on them.

She crept up a few steps, trying to see if the agreement had been signed...

"Are you complaining that I didn't get enough last night, or are you retreating to advance, this is your new trick?"

"Whatever you want..."

"Or do you want to steal my seed, carry House of Owen's bloodline and confirm your name as Mrs.Owen?"

"You just need to sign the divorce agreement." As long as you sign, it will prove everything. Diana's back was straight as she saw the blank space at the end of the agreement.

On the one hand, he suspected that she was vain and had attached herself to the House of Owen, but on the other hand, he was slow to sign...

"Come here." The man squinted at the coffee table, a mischievous smile on his lips: "Here are two options for you: tear up the agreement, or play the video sound."

Let the sound out?

In the dim room, the blue light from the screen flashes across Diana's face, the man and woman in the video are still engaged in a long, intense battle, if the sound is played out...

Without listening, she could imagine the reverberation of the sound, the seduction of the murmur, the panting of the waves.

The man before her last night, as if he had never experienced a woman, was so fierce that her legs were shaking to this day.

And in front of her was a divorce agreement and a video remote control.

Without hesitation, she stepped forward and picked up the remote control...

The huge screen went black the moment she pressed the power button.

Bang --

The half-open door was pushed open and several servants in black dresses pushed it in with solemn expressions.

"Mr.Alaric, madam forgot to take her medicine, hysteria worsened, she sent someone to inform the House of Howard and unilaterally announced divorce from you..."

Divorce is a big deal for both families, as important as marriage.

Diana was taught from a young age that the only value of life was to marry into the House of Owen and, along with the other three sisters of the House of Howard, to master music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea. Three years ago, when the House of Owen was choosing a member, the city's socialite was scrambling to participate.

The scene was as grand as an emperor's selection of concubines.

The House of Owen's power is so powerful that no one can shake it. Marrying into the House of Owen means a lifetime of endless splendor and wealth...

All people are looking forward to it with great anticipation, hoping that the outcome will be relevant to them.

That election, the Lord of the House of Owen has his eyes on her!

"Divorce?"

The man's tall figure finally rose from the sofa, enveloping Diana. Her hands were held up by several servants, and she could only watch helplessly as the man approached step by step like a ghost.

As the man approached, the imperial air around him became more and more oppressive, with deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and sexy thin lips, like a perfect work of art created by God's own hands.

Diana's chin suddenly fell into the man's hand, and there was a shattering pain.

"Are you playing hard to get? Unfortunately, I can't be tough on you at all without the medicine. Maybe next time I can try something else."

He says she drugged him? Diana laughed sarcastically: "If that's the case, there's no need to keep a marriage in name only, Mr. Alaric, what do you think?"

The Diana was neither servile nor overbearing, which made the servants gasp, and no one dared to speak to the Mr.Alaric in a questioning tone. The Miss Diana probably really forgot to take her medicine today.

The servants held her hand even harder, forced her to bend down, and reminded her that this was the right attitude towards the Mr.Alaric.

At this moment, the panting butler rushed in in a flustered manner: "Master, the madam has revealed the news of divorce to the media, and the gate is blocked..."

“……”

Alaric narrowed his eyes slightly, with a dangerous and fierce light. The woman in front of him looked up at her exquisite and beautiful face, haughty and unafraid, completely without the infatuation and fear she had for him before, but instead filled her eyes with resistance and disgust.

Loathing?

Alaric chuckled playfully, but his cold eyes suddenly seized her fiercely, like a fierce cheetah raising its sharp claws and slapping its prey in the palm in an instant!

This woman has changed a bit...