INICIAR SESIÓNLucas had always thought women were nothing but playthings and money mongers, until he met Evelyn. Rich and successful, he married Evelyn just to help her family that was in debt, but he never treated her with the respect she deserved. She was his trophy wife. Soon, Evelyn becomes independent and files for a divorce and leaves him. It is then he realizes he loves her and can't forget every night they spent together. He ends up chasing her like a high school boy who just fell in love, but she is moving on fast. He makes it a point of duty to cause havoc in her new relationship so he could have her back. And if he couldn't win her? She would be gone forever. You can't blame him, he's in love. Would you do the same too? His choices are silly and not the best, but Evelyn is stubborn and strong-willed. Will he win her heart again? Find out when you read this romance tale.
Ver másThe door remained closed long after Evelyn’s hand slipped from the handle. The suite felt cavernous now, every polished surface reflecting a version of loneliness she hadn’t known existed until tonight. She walked deeper inside, her footsteps muffled by thick rugs, each step reminding her that this place, this marriage was real, no matter how unreal it felt.She set the phone down carefully, as if it might explode if she dropped it. The image of Lucas and the woman in blue burned itself into her mind, replaying no matter how hard she tried to look away. His posture was too familiar, too relaxed, the same tilt of his head he used when he wanted something or someone. It hurt more than she expected, not because she loved him, but because she had hoped not to be discarded so easily.Evelyn moved to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face, gripping the edge of the marble sink as she stared at
Dubai shimmered beneath them like a kingdom carved from gold. As the plane descended, Evelyn pressed her palm against the window, staring at the glittering coastline, the endless sand dunes, and the towering buildings that looked like they pierced the sky. It was beautiful—breathtaking even—but she felt nothing like a bride on her honeymoon. She felt… misplaced. Like a misplaced ornament in someone else’s palace.Lucas hadn’t spoken to her since tossing his wedding ring aside on the flight. The ring still lay on the cabin table between them, catching the overhead lights just enough to mock her.When the wheels touched down on the tarmac, Lucas finally stood, stretching lazily as if the last twenty hours hadn’t included a rude dismissal of their vows. He grabbed his jacket and watch, not the ring.He didn’t even glance at it.“Let’s go,” he said, voice clipped.Evelyn swallowed any leftover hope that their honeymoon mi
Evelyn woke to the soft glow of morning light pressing through the curtains, momentarily forgetting where she was or what her life had become overnight. Her wedding veil was still hanging on the chair beside the bed, draped over its back like a quiet reminder of a reality she could not escape. Her body felt heavy, her mind even heavier.Her new husband had not come home.The bed beside her was untouched, perfectly made, the pillow cold and pristine. It wasn’t as though she had expected Lucas to hold her all night, whispering reassurances in her ear. Yet a small, bruised part of her had thought—hoped—he might at least return before dawn. But Lucas Kent was a man of choices, and he had chosen a brothel over his bride.That fact sat deep in her chest like a stone.By the time she showered, dressed, and walked downstairs, she found Erickson already waiting to drive her and Lucas to the airport. Lucas stood near the car, perfe
The weather was perfect, cloudy and humid, just right for an outdoor wedding. It was true that only her immediate family was invited, and although she missed her best friend, Ella, she was partially glad that none of their classmates were present. She had been the brightest in class back then and the student with the highest potential of continuing her education. However, she sat in a wedding chamber, fanning herself nervously though she was not feeling hot. The ivory ribbed dress was fitted to her like a second skin, and the diamond teardrops on her ears were worth a fortune. Any woman would be happy, knowing the luxurious life that awaited her, any woman but not Mrs. Evelyn Johnson–Kent.Lucas sat beside her, his fake smile gone from his lips and an indifferent mask on his face. He was a better actor than she could attempt and he had to subtly pinch her rather elbow to remind her to smile whenever a camera passed by. She was sick of the pretense and her cheeks hurt from smiling all


















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