What Was The First Quarter Quell

A plane crash tore my husband and his twin brother apart. One survived. One did not. When I rushed to the hospital, I saw my brother-in-law, who had just survived the crash, locked in a passionate kiss with his wife. My husband? He lay lifeless in the morgue. Blinded by grief, I stumbled down the stairs…and lost the child I had spent three years longing for. Three years passed. Just as I was finally learning to breathe without him, I overheard a conversation between his closest friend and my brother-in-law: "How long do you plan to keep pretending to be your brother? Alicia is your legal wife." He adjusted his glasses, voice icy and distant. "I swore to my brother I'd protect Emily for the rest of my life. I am him now. As for Alicia… let her be the debt I carry into my next life." That's when I learned the truth. It was the brother-in-law who died in the crash. My husband, the man I had mourned all those years, had taken on his brother's identity to stay by Emily's side, the unattainable woman he had always secretly loved. So then what about me? The woman clinging to old memories, living in torture for three years. What was I to him?

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife handed me a divorce agreement that was valid for seven days. She had fallen for a male intern at her company who was seven years younger than her. She wanted to experience what she called a proper romance with him, one that would last exactly seven days. On the first day, they booked an entire private cinema and made love to each other from the entrance to their seats. On the second day, they went to the seaside to set off fireworks, and the light spread across half the skyline of Veyron. On the fifth day, the intern burst into an art exhibition I hosted and cried in front of the entire press. He accused me of coming between them. That same evening, the story of a rising painter becoming a homewrecker for love reached the top of the trending searches, and the hate comments poured in. On the sixth day, my wife apologized to me on the intern’s behalf, and his punishment was a three‑day ban from shopping. On the seventh day, my wife finally sensed something was wrong. She called me ninety‑nine times and reminded me that we were supposed to reconcile the next day. I replied with a single “okay” and quietly told my assistant to arrange for my luggage to be shipped out. What she did not know was that seven days earlier, I had already made plans to go abroad to continue my studies. This time, I was done playing her game.

Not a Slave It is a time where a woman is used for attaining something precious which would fulfill the dream of becoming a king of the kingdom they wish for without a war. It is a time where a Son is born to embrace the duty as a King after his Father in the royal family irrespective of the ability he has. It is a time where a small land of people is looked down when they are not part of the council, which has all the elders with wisdom as members and the Kings of all kingdoms have to follow the rules laid by them regarding their ruling. And then it is also a time where a girl child is born to change all the past practicing traditions paving the way for a new one, but had to go through the danger of becoming a slave with no one to protect her. But she will never let anyone make her a Slave as she is not a Slave. I am a Queen I am a Queen who had done nothing but what everyone asked me to do. I fulfilled everyone’s wishes without giving those any second thought. I am a Queen who got blamed for the things about which I don’t even have a minimal idea. I am blamed because there is nothing else they can do other than that. I am a Queen who wishes at present to go back being a princess as my life is going to be taken away by the person who is none other than my Father in a few seconds just because I am a Queen. I closed my eyes hoping that this ends once and for all…

The story takes place in the medieval time of kings and queens. In the place where there are four kingdoms with the names of the four seasons. Two large arranged marriages begin a terrible event, which will change everyone’s life, turning them into other people. Belle, the queen discovers that her own son was killed by her husband under the command of his mistress. Cassian, has a bad relationship with his father, after the death of his mother, he is hated by his people, is a man without mercy to his enemies. But after discovering that his father plans his death in a war, he is forced to team up with Queen Belle to prevent the war from happening, as her husband is also plotting against her for his death. The two embark on a journey in search of an unknown kingdom never seen, but always spoken of in mystical stories of the kingdom. In the midst of all this obstacle that arises, Cassian is injured, Belle kidnapped by outlaw men, but manages to escape to the kingdom ruled by women. Meanwhile, in his kingdoms, King Cassian’s best friend joins his father at the beginning of the war.

After getting married, I followed my wife to the desert to help build up a remote research base. After months of severe drought, I applied for 17 ounces of water just to wash my hair. But as station chief, June Sheffield rejected me without hesitation. "The water supply has to go toward cultivating the samples first. You need to learn how to tough it out." Then the next moment, I came across a new post the intern had uploaded on social media. 'Wanted to try an outdoor bath, and Ms. Sheffield approved a whole ton of water without even blinking! She even set up the bath tent herself. I'm so happy.' Furious, I went straight to confront June Sheffield. Usually cold and distant, she softened her tone for once. "Conditions here are harsh. If Morgan can't handle it and decides to leave, the base will end up even more short-staffed. You're one of the core staff members. Once the project pays out, your share alone will be at least four million. An intern like him doesn't get that kind of treatment." In the end, I swallowed my anger. That was, until the first-quarter project wrapped up. When there was still no movement in my account, I nervously contacted headquarters. The moment I gave my identity, the person on the other end sounded stunned. "You're just an intern. What project bonus are you talking about? And the head of the research department has always been Morgan Wilder." I stared at June's signature on the personnel registration list and suddenly understood everything. Without another word, I packed my bags and booked a flight home. Life in the desert was bitterly cold and unforgiving. This time, I was not staying.

There had been a shortage of faculty at the start of the freshman year, so I had temporarily stepped in to take on the role of a student advisor. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I had deliberately dressed down in the plainest shirt I could find and put on a pair of thick black-rimmed glasses. However, a troublemaking student brought a group of people and blocked me on the field just as the opening ceremony ended. "Hey, old hag, you're done being a faculty member in Salt-U. How dare you dress like that on purpose to mess with my eyes! Strip and get on your knees, and I might let you off this once!" I narrowed my eyes, irritation rising. Then, I reminded him of the student code of conduct. He immediately blew up. "Cut the act! Who do you think you're fooling? My dad's the Director of Academic Administration! He's the one in charge of your evaluations!" The field suddenly fell silent, and all the freshmen began sneaking glances in our direction. I unhurriedly took off my glasses and let out a low chuckle as I looked down at the meeting notes in my hand. His father was a director, he thought that was enough of a reason for him to behave so imperiously. In that case, I supposed that the first item on the board meeting agenda that day would be the dismissal of the Director of Academic Administration.