Novel & Cerita 10 Ways To Get Dumped By A Tyrant

"Where'd you dig up this piece of junk? Can't you stop wasting time on garbage and learn to be ambitious, like Steven?" Deliberately, she raised her hand, showing off the dazzling diamond ring on her finger, her face twisted with disdain. I ignored her. Taking the copper turquoise-inlaid ring from her hand, I carefully placed it back into its box. She had no idea that what she mocked as "trash" was a rare ancient dynasty piece I had bought from a renowned collector—for a price worth more than two hundred times her diamond ring. Maybe we had never belonged to the same world. And if so, what reason did I have to keep clinging to a love drained of all expectation?

I asked not believing she could do that. "What did I do? You think I will let you humiliate my dad and I? Better put yourself together, let's both think of ways to end this before it ends us. I can't tolerate being in the same space as you." She said and walked off. I brought out my phone to check the news headline, surely the whole show might have changed something. Everything was in her favor, they were all supporting and painting her as the perfect wife. "Fuck" I screamed. I needed to act fast.

“Don’t give up. I know you can do this.” “I’m not sure—” “Tyger, my love, I want to put my arms around you.” He couldn’t let her give up. He must keep coaxing her. “I want to hold your body so close to mine that I can feel the rhythm of your heartbeat. I want to kiss you until we’re both dizzy with passion.” Her frustrated sobs became louder. “My darling, Tyger. Don’t you want me to hold you?” “Yes.” “Then try harder. I know you can.”

The boredom vanished from his face, replaced by a razor-sharp intensity. "Careful," he warned. "That sounds like treason." "It's only treason if we lose," Vespera replied. She looked him dead in the eye. "Marry me, Cyprian. Give me your sword, and I will give you the strategies to win. I will make you Emperor." The music swelled—a waltz. Cyprian looked at the girl in red. He saw the fire in her. He saw the madness. He set his goblet down.

Harper I don’t scream this time. I clamp my teeth down so hard on my tongue I taste metal but I stay dead quiet, backing up one slow step then another, phone still clutched in my sweaty hand and still recording because my stupid thumb won’t move off the button, and inside my head it’s all one long frantic ramble like this is it Harper this is your second chance don’t blow it don’t let him see you, don’t end up married and knocked up and stuck with Elias’s helicopter hovering for the rest of your life just get behind that tree and disappear and maybe this time you wake up single in a normal apartment with no ring and no baby and no murderer husband acting like everything’s sunshine and rainbo

In that moment, I felt a surge of empowerment, knowing that I held the power to shape my own destiny. As I stepped out of the room, my footsteps echoing down the corridor, I embraced the uncertainty that lay before me. I was ready to face the Lycan King, armed with the knowledge of my worth and the determination to create a future that encompassed both love and the fulfillment of my deepest desires.

With his anger about her added, it could turn into devilish torture. However, turning into a slave because of them wouldn't help. She was pretty sure that Frey let himself be used as a spokesperson because he didn't want them to be hurt more if he didn't fulfil Ethan's orders. As noble as it may be, that wasn't a solution. It didn't change anything on the children's situation. No, the only thing that helped against tyrants, was to stand up against them. To use every possibility to bring them to fall, and free those who were throttled by their reign.

I continued, my voice barely above a whisper, "what exactly can you do, Julian? The woman you've been sleeping with is pregnant with your child. Tell me... what fix is there for that?" He stepped even closer. For a second, I thought he might reach for my hand. "If that's what's stopping you from coming home," he said, "I told her to get rid of the baby. I'll make sure she does. I'll cut all ties with her completely. Just come back to me." My stomach turned. I had expected excuses—alcohol, stress at work, maybe even blame directed at me. I had expected tears and promises that he'd become a better man. I hadn't expected him to throw away his own child so easily.

When I heard what they said, I just replied, "You can always hire a responsible maid to take care of all these for you. They can do everything. Also, I already don't know how to do anything you just said anymore. "I only used to do it in the past because I loved you both, and I forced myself to learn everything from scratch, slowly accumulating experience over time. "However, I don't love you both anymore. I couldn't care any less about your lives anymore either." Tammy's grades began slipping, and her personality also got weirder. She would also get herself into trouble, and her health was also beginning to fail too. This time, however, nobody was going to patiently guide her along the righ

"Rumors can easily be cleared up by one instagram post. We don’t need to care why the public thinks, we need to care what Tyler thinks. You need to make him yours.” “How do I do that? I have tried everything…” “You haven’t.” She wrapped her arms over her chest. “Tyler is a busy man. He works late nights. Nights when he is lonely, tired and vulnerable. That’s your chance to own him. Show up with red wine, and a dress that reveals your legs so good he can never look away.” She remained silent and her mother continued. “When you get there, ensure he finds his way between your legs. After that, it’s a piece of cake. He’s yours.”