LOGINWhat happens when a marriage of convenience turns sour? When Anna realises that being married to Liam isn't what she had imagined, she files for a divorce. Liam doesn't plan on divorcing his wife any time soon. What will happen when things get heated? *** Anna Jones had done all she could to marry her crush, Liam Parker, including donating a piece of her liver to his ailing mother. Three years down the line, things did not go according to her expectations, and the marriage resembled nothing close to the bed of roses she imagined. She swallows the bitter pill and decides to end her marriage. Liam Parker, a 30-year-old billionaire brought up in a loveless family, had vowed never to marry–until his mother needed a liver transplant. Anna was the only match, and he needed to save his mother. Her condition? Marriage. Three years down the line, he didn't hate his wife as much as he did in the past and had warmed up to his married life. When Anna suddenly asks for a divorce, his world crumbles, and he is determined to keep his marriage intact. But when his grandmother's nasty interference and dirty secrets get exposed, will Liam be able to turn his marriage around? Will Anna change her mind, or is this marriage really over? Is love enough to hold it together? Read to find out.
View MoreInside a tiny cell, a magazine lay open on the thin mattress, its glossy pages mocking Melisa with frozen smiles. Liam’s arm around Anna’s waist. Anna’s laugh caught mid-air, sunlight spilling over them like a benediction. Santorini. Paradise. Melisa’s fingers dug into the paper until it tore. The cell walls closed in tighter than iron bars, and her breath came in ragged bursts. She had dreamed of escape, plotted every angle, but no plan ever stuck. Freedom stayed a phantom to her, while Anna walked in Liam’s world as if she belonged there. She hurled the shredded magazine across the cell. Her shrill and broken laughter cracked, echoing off the concrete until it sounded like sobbing. The guards glanced in, unimpressed. They’d seen madness bloom in many faces before. But Melisa clutched the fragments of Liam’s smile to her chest, her nails raking the page until her skin bled. The hatred was all she had left, and it was eating her alive. *** Elsewhere in a café tucked away from the
Anna sat curled into the terrace bench, knees still drawn up, the sea stretching endlessly before her. The world was painted in bruised blues and fading gold, but her thoughts were louder than the waves crashing against the shore. Jessica’s words circled back again and again, as if each gust of wind carried them into her ear. Was it really fair to blame Liam for sins that were never his?Her chest rose with a shaky breath, the air heavy with not only the salt from the sea but also with grief, confusion, and longing. She pressed her palms against her face, her fingers trembling. What did she want more? To protect her mother’s memory, or to protect the life growing inside her? And could those two desires ever exist side by side?Time passed. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there, watching the horizon blur. The ache inside her didn’t quiet, but something shifted, as subtle as the tide turning. A thread of resolve stitched itself between her ribs. She straightened slowly, pushing damp ha
Anna sank onto the cold stone bench of the terrace, her breath breaking into uneven gasps as tears blurred the dazzling blue of the sea. The horizon stretched wide before her, but it felt suffocating and endless in a way that pressed down on her chest. The morning sun, which had been so bright only moments ago, seemed too sharp now, its light stabbing at her swollen eyes.Waves slapped against the cliffs below, each crash an echo of the storm unraveling inside her. The breeze tugged at her hair, twisting it across her wet cheeks, but she didn’t move to brush it away. She sat there hollow and trembling, her hands clutching against her stomach as if holding herself together by force.Her mind spun through everything: her mother’s death, Liam’s silence, and the weight of betrayal wrapped in the arms she thought would always keep her safe. She wanted to scream, claw the ache out of her chest, but all that came were sobs swallowed by the wind.The villa behind her stood pristine and white,
Days blurred together, and before they knew it, it was already time to leave. On their last morning, Anna lingered on the balcony, ingraining the last bit of the view in her mind. Maybe they should come here more often. She had thoroughly enjoyed their moments alone together. She should consider going out more with him. She never knew he had such a fun side.She giggled at the memory of Liam’s laughter echoing off stone walls as she teased him into chasing her down winding alleys. She would definitely miss the nights of whispered confessions and quiet touches with their bodies as close as the sea was to the shore.Along with the fun, she had noticed Liam’s unease as the days went by. She would catch him staring off into space more often, looking lost in thought. He ran his fingers through his hair frequently now, a clear sign of stress, and he might go bald at this rate. Something big happened. And she wasn’t going to remain in the dark for so long. She had given him enough time to op
The garden was mostly the same.A little more overgrown than she remembered; the hedges fuller, and the stone path edged with wild little flowers that hadn’t been there before. But the lavender still lined the walkway, the old iron bench beneath the olive tree still waited near the center, and the
The early morning lay draped in a soft hush, the world still rubbing the sleep from its eyes. A pale wash of gold bled slowly across the horizon, brushing the rooftops and treetops with gentle light. Cool air carried the scent of damp earth and faint blooms, each breath crisp enough to wake the sen
Days passed in a blur, almost like a dream. Anna sat in the sunroom, cradling her chamomile tea and her other hand resting gently on the small curve of her belly. Things had unfolded more easily than she ever dared to hope. When she first arrived, she had braced herself for the heavy silence she re
Liam sat on the porch overlooking the garden, bathed in the late afternoon sun. A cool breeze threaded through the warmth, lifting the edge of the blanket draped over Liam’s legs and carrying with it the faint, damp scent of earth. Somewhere in the olive tree, a branch creaked, restless against the












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