Historias cortas de Feel-Good Story y novelas con Independence ambientadas en Age Gap

I, Daphne Thorn, am an impoverished woman from the slums. William Blackburn, on the other hand, is the son of the richest man in Wylland. Unexpectedly, the two of us who share such vastly different identities end up being together. So far, we've tried out various difficult positions in our bouts of passion during our secret rendezvouses in secluded areas. Like the madman he is, William often torments me in every session. I'm so exhausted that I'm about to fall asleep. That's when a notification pops up on William's phone, which is sitting next to me. So, I take a peek at it. "William, my stomach hurts a lot! I'm suffering so much right now!" It's a text from someone named "Ellie". All the exhaustion in me disappears. I can feel my chest tightening up in discomfort. Once William is done with his shower, he leaves the bathroom and picks up his phone. "You should sleep first. I'm heading out," he says. When I see William turning his back on me, I blurt out, "Are you going to meet that childhood sweetheart of yours?" William wheels around to look at me. Suddenly, he moves to lift my chin. There is a trace of wariness in his eyes. "Don't go around sticking your nose in my business, Daphne. I like my woman docile and obedient." But I end up stalking William all the way to Royale Hotel, where I witness him visiting Elaine Moore, his childhood sweetheart. He coaxes her as though she's the most precious treasure in the world. I don't have the courage to question William in person. But still, I want to know who he thinks is more important to him—me or Elaine? So, I give him a call. "William, my gastritis is acting up again! It hurts so much! Can you drive me to the hospital?" I said. I use the same tactic that Elaine had used earlier. That night, I keep waiting for William, and yet he never returns to me. That's when I decide to not love him anymore.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished severely!" "Exactly! Look at his wife. She's actually smiling! She's completely devoid of humanity. They both deserve to die!" The very next moment, I produced a piece of evidence that made everyone gasp in shock.

In the summer of 1980, after the college entrance exam, my friend Lucas Grant came out to my house and clapped me on the shoulder. "Evan Cole, you missed the cutoff by twenty points. College was never in the cards for you. Let it go." I believed him. The next day I went south for work. Over the next four years I learned a trade, repairing imported precision machinery, the kind nobody else would touch. Then Meridian Chemical Works, twenty minutes from the house I grew up in, hired me on as a specialist machinist. On my first morning I stopped in front of the honor board outside the administration building. Under "Outstanding Production Workers," I saw my own name. Evan Cole. But the face in the photograph was Lucas. I asked my way through the building until I found his office, walked him back out to the board, and waited. His eyes went everywhere but mine. "Evan. I did you wrong. "I'll give you fifty dollars to make it right. We pretend it never happened. All right?" I didn't say anything. I just looked at him. Four years of my life, taken. And to him it came to fifty dollars.

When I was five, I fell into a well and somehow survived. After that, Mom had nightmares every night, dreaming that the woman who had drowned in that very well was haunting her, demanding her daughter. Desperate, my parents held a ritual and made me accept that woman, Rose Reynolds, as my mother. From then on, I became an outsider in my own family. After thirteen years of going hungry and enduring hardship, I accidentally discovered that Mom's nightmares had all been a lie. The truth was, our family was too poor. To make sure my sister, Emily Simmons, had enough to eat, they had lied to me. Now that Emily has been accepted into college, the whole family is moving to the city. They don't want me with them. It doesn't matter. The woman from the well comes to see me every night. From now on, she's my new mom.