Why Does Ria Sell Her House In Tara Road?

Seven years ago... I was his stalker. Three years ago... I was his wife. Two years ago... I was his ex-wife. Since the day he left me, my life has never been the same. It seems like I gathered all life's misfortunes - my mother died from cancer, our family business went down, and my dad could not face the shame, so he killed himself, leaving me to take on the responsibilities of paying his debts. I have to work hard to make ends meet. I worked as a baker, a dance instructor, and an entertainer to pay the debts as well as to support myself. I was trying to be okay until he came back. He manipulated everything - owned the bakeshop where I worked as a baker, paid me to give him private dance classes, and made me agree to perform in private with him. Do you think that is already worse? Nah-uh! He paid my family's debt in the banks, so I am obliged to pay him based on his terms. I am Patricia Sandoval, sold to Stuart Cordoval - I am his personal assistant, private chef, personal dance instructor, exclusive entertainer, and on-call bedwarmer for my beloved ex-husband. This may sound absurd, but yes, I am sold to my ex-husband.

In a world dominated by powerful and ambitious men, Mira found herself in a web of a forced marriage to a man who swore to kill her on their wedding night. To protect the image of her mother and step father, she endured all his abuses. When she lost her pregnancy, she decided to flee for her life with the help of Harrison. Years later, she came back to Free city with one motive ‘Revenge’. Can she keep up with her new identity as Kaira and her ex husband secretary? Or will she lose control of her game when she captures the heart of her ex husband Gerald and his half brother Harrison?. Read on to find out!!.

⁓He had been weak once, falling at the feet of the woman he once loved only to be tossed aside. Never again.⁓ … Mira didn’t have a lot of regrets in life. She had everything she could want: a prestigious position as a doctor in one of the top hospitals in the country, a closet full of the best clothes money could buy, and a family that loved her. All that joy disappears in an instant and along with it, Mira loses everything at the hands of none other than Damien Woods: the only man she’d ever loved, and the man whose heart she’d broken. Forced to face the consequences of her past actions, Mira hopes to awaken the long lost love Damien had held for her in an effort to save her family, and get back the one thing that truly mattered most to her. But with each step she takes, she is dogged by Damien’s cruel actions and secrets she never knew coming to light. Would there ever be a happy ending to this mess for Mira? Could she ever heal the heart of her cruel billionaire ex?

Six years, Mira spent her life pleasing her husband and daughter. She needed to be a better wife to Jackson, first he wanted her as an housewife. After seeing her younger sister, he wanted her to work and be as classic. Then, she needed to be available for her only daughter Fiona who was diagnosed with Aplasic anema. Continuously, she gave blood to her daughter only to find out that Fiona wasn't even her daughter. Not only that, Mira found out she has been fooled all these years and have been used as a Pune for long. But never again. With determination, she left her marriage and claim her grandfather's long time request to marry his best friend's grandson. What she didn't know was the man she just said yes to, is Australia's richest business tycoon, Adrian Westwood. —- “I promise you, Mira, I'll make you forget all your pains.” Adrian whispered, kissing those tears off her cheeks, "But I— I won't forget them. I'll make sure they all pay dearly for every tear that dropped.”

She was paid to make him fall in love with her, marry her and then disappear. Just when she thought things would go well and she would be over and done with her six months deal, Ria Gabriel found herself deep rooted and unable to untangle herself from the love web.

I am a real estate agent. For the past three years, I have been the top seller in the industry. It is not because I am a smooth talker; it is because I can hear houses speak. The houses will chatter about a hollow wall, a leaking pipe, or a window with a bad seal. During move-out inspections, I point out exactly what tenants try to hide. When showing a place to renters, I warn them about hidden red flags. I have been doing this so long that both sides treat me like family. Then, one Friday, a regular client, Eleanor Wilson, shows up. "Devan, the tenants at the Eastmere place are moving out." Eleanor is in her 60s. Her husband is long gone, and she lives off the rental income. She is a sweet soul. She charges 20% below market rate and even makes cookies for her tenants during the holidays. The couple moving out this time is Henry Johnson and his wife. They run a fruit stand at the local market and have a six-year-old daughter, Lea Johnson. "Lea is missing," Eleanor says, her eyes welling with tears. "She vanished outside the market last month. Just like that, in the blink of an eye. Henry and his wife have been searching for a month. They're worn out and broke. They just can't take it anymore." A heaviness settles in my chest at her words. I grab the keys and head out with her. Eleanor gasps for air with every flight of stairs we climb. I walk ahead of her. The moment I slide the key into the lock of Apartment 602, the doorknob vibrates violently against my palm. A second later, I dial 911. "I want to report a case of murder. There's a hidden body on the sixth floor of 18 Montclair Heights, Eastmere. The victim is their daughter."