3 Months Rule Of Break Up

Ne trouvant plus d'échappatoire, Chloé Dumont a donc passé un accord avec la mère de Lucien Bernard. Elle a fini par épouser Lucien. Pendant trois ans de mariage, Chloé était douce, obéissante, supportait tout sans jamais se plaindre. Elle est allée même jusqu'à aider Lucien — paralysé des jambes et au caractère explosif — à se remettre debout. Elle pensait naïvement qu'ils pourraient continuer à vivre ensemble, malgré tout. Mais c'était sans compter sur le retour de Jeanne Laurent, la femme qu'il avait toujours aimée. Un jour de pluie torrentielle, sans une hésitation, il l'a abandonnée, trempée et misérable, pour aller chercher Jeanne. Par la suite, il a inventé un déplacement professionnel… alors qu'il emmenait Jeanne à un concert. Pire encore, il l'a ramenée chez eux, flirtait ouvertement devant Chloé… Déçue encore et encore, Chloé a fini par prendre une décision : divorcer. ... La prochaine fois que Lucien recroisait Chloé, c'était à une soirée mondaine. Son ex-femme — autrefois terne et insignifiante — portait une robe de haute couture, elle était rayonnante, gracieuse, d'une élégance à couper le souffle. Mais ce qui le rendait fou de jalousie, c'est qu'elle ne le regardait même plus. Elle souriait à un autre, riait doucement dans ses bras. Il l'a coincée dans un coin de la salle, le regard noir : « Chloé, qui t'a permis d'être avec un autre homme ? » Elle l'a giflé sans hésiter : « C'est qui ce chien qui me colle ? Dégage, ou je porte plainte pour harcèlement sexuel ! » ... Chloé déménageait dans un nouvel appartement et faisait la connaissance d'un voisin calme et bienveillant. Cet homme s'appelait Xavier Marchand. Il lui apprenait à faire confiance, à s'appuyer sur quelqu'un. Avec lui, elle devenait presque une enfant qu'on protège. À chaque obstacle, il était là, toujours présent, solide comme un roc. Leurs rendez-vous, ses déclarations, la demande en mariage, même les moindres détails du mariage… Xavier s'en occupait, tout était pensé pour elle. C'est là que Chloé comprenait : Être aimée, chérie, portée dans le creux de la main par quelqu'un… c'est ça, le vrai bonheur.

WARNING ‼️ SPG ALERT! May content violence and abusing and more k*lling! If you are 18 years old below don’t read this, please hindi po ito pambata. And if you are old enough, please be responsible.And don’t copy my story maging patas tayo! Plagiarism is a crime! - “ The secret of changes is to focus all your energy, not on fighting the old, but not building the new.” - Ava Olivia Lleva Mikhail Levesque. A.K.A Ciara Savannah Corpuz. ~ Due to the death of Ciara or Ava's parents, she was able to pretend or have two personalities. To find the real culprit in the death of her parents. - Hayah! I’m back again! Sana po magustuhan niyo po si Ciara o Ava.This is an another Mafia Collaboration story with Miss Linnea Dreame, pwede niyo po siya isearch sa Dreame!Salamat po at sana suportahan niyo po ako, Love y’all !!

One night of forbidden magic changed the fate of a wallflower to that of a seductress. Insanely intelligent Sophia Morales works at New York’s most elite law firm, where she is constantly overworked and treated like a maid even though she’s the most intelligent woman in that law firm. She had one wish—to stop being a wallflower and be powerful even for just a day. One night of magic changes everything when she’s dragged into a downtown occult salon by her best friend, she is thrown into a world of glamour magic. With this newfound beauty, she proceeds to have her first drunk one-night stand ever with a stranger in the dark; she feels great until he works in the office some days later as her new boss. Sophia’s presence and aura begin to shift. She becomes glowing and irresistible. Men want her; women want her. Women envy her too. She’s happy with the fact that her power was no longer in her brain alone but in every strut she takes. Her boss becomes too obsessed with her. Her mentors become jealous; secret betrayal begins. Envy is dangerous; will she be able to cope with the repercussions of this magic? And is it reversible?

Fiona had been nothing but a prude in the office, her wild and happening days left far behind for her to feed herself and her sister. But one night to loosen up and have some fun leads to her doing the unthinkable, sleeping with her scary and enigmatic boss. And now suddenly, he is obsessed with her.

(COMPLETED) Krystal Hunter died with a broken heart, a knife in her back, and one regret—she finally won the damn lottery right before she died. Ten million dollars, untouched, deposited in the bank… wasted. Or so she thought. Because when Krystal wakes up in a hospital bed—very much not dead—the world has gone to economic hell. The global economy has collapsed, the dollar has depreciated into dust... and her forgotten bank account? Now worth one hundred billion. With the world burning and billionaires falling like flies, Krystal is no longer the girl they betrayed. She’s richer than empires, hungrier than ever, and back to collect what she’s owed—with interest. Ex-lovers, fake friends, and bloodthirsty siblings beware: She died once. She’s not dying quietly again. A deliciously savage romantic revenge comedy about wealth, power, payback, and kissing someone hot while the economy collapses.

Today is the day when my boyfriend Caleb agreed to mark me. I even took off my skirt, but he received a phone call before he could complete it. He instantly left me alone on the bed, making me feel extremely embarrassed. I tried everything to contact him, but I couldn't reach him. Then, when I finally called his childhood sweetheart, Susan, to my surprise, Caleb answered the phone. "Susan was scared by a nightmare. I have to stay with her to take care of her. Let's mark another day. And please can we talk later. Susan finally fell asleep again. I don't wanna disturb her rest.” "But this is the seventh time you have postponed marking," I said softly. "Marking can be done at any time, but Susan needs me! Don't you have any humanity, Maria?" He hung up, and I burst into tears. My inner wolf asked me, Caleb is gone, do you still need to mark today? I wiped away my tears and said, "Of course, I will do it.” And I immediately contacted the alpha of the neighboring tribe.

After I announced my exit from the music industry, the public response was overwhelmingly positive. The only person who voiced his objection was my girlfriend's rumored lover, the up-and-coming songwriter Lucas Zacker. He put on a show of sincerity in front of a crowd of reporters. "It's all a misunderstanding. Matthew is an irreplaceable talent in the music industry. I sincerely hope he returns to the stage." I shut off my phone and turned a blind eye to his public plea. In my past life, one of my songs had been identical to his supposedly original single. As such, netizens accused me of plagiarism, cursing me and wishing death upon my family. Frustrated, I posted the entire creation process online, but it couldn't stand up to the timeline. His new song had been released ten minutes ahead of mine. Just because of the ten-minute difference, netizens sent me photoshopped mourning portraits of myself and even went so far as to come to my house and vandalize it with paint. The relentless cyberbullying went on for years, and it drove me into a deep depression. My parents exhausted their life savings trying to clear my name, only for crazed fans to set our house on fire, causing my parents to burn to death. In the end, when his song won an award, I jumped off a building. But who would have guessed that when I opened my eyes again, I was reborn on the very day the new song was set to release.

I was never a novel person. Honestly? I couldn’t care less about them. That is, until “Three Hearts, One Love”... the reverse harem novel that took over the world… shoved itself into my life. Everywhere I turned: malls, newsfeeds, radios, TVs… Even the old lady at the bus stop was raving about it. Out of pure annoyance… and a little curiosity… I bought a copy, planning to skim it just enough to say it was overrated. Big mistake. Huge. One minute I was rolling my eyes at the melodrama, the next I woke up inside the story — not as the beloved heroine, of course. No, fate made me Luna Graves: the pathetic and miserable, jealous best friend doomed to crash and burn spectacularly by the end of the novel. With no way out, I figured I'd play my part, die dramatically, and call it a day. But then something weird happened. Scenes shifted. Strangers walked onto the page. And the swoon-worthy male leads? They stopped chasing the heroine... and started chasing me. Me. The villain. This wasn’t in the script... and I was definitely not ready.

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พอ.กับนอ.ถูกจับให้แต่งงานกันตามความประสงค์ของผู้ใหญ่ แต่เมื่อทั้งคู่ได้มาเรียนรู้และลองใช้ชีวิตอยู่ด้วยกัน. นอ.จึงคิดว่ามือของหมออย่างเธอมีไว้เพื่อรักษา. แต่มือมาเฟียอย่างเขามีไว้เพื่อทำล.าย ซึ่งมันไม่ควรอยู่ด้วยกันได้ แต่สิ่งสำคัญกว่านั้น นั่นเป็นพราะนอ.รักพอ.มากเกินกว่าจะแบ่งปันเขาไปให้ใคร เธอจึงไม่อยากเสียใจภายหลัง. เมื่อคิดได้นอ.จึงตัดสินใจขอยกเลิกงานแต่งงาน โดยอ้างเหตุผลที่ว่า นอ. : 'เราเข้ากันไม่ได้เลยสักอย่างเพราะเราแตกต่างกันมากเกินไป' พอ. : ใครบอกว่าเราเข้ากันไม่ได้. ในเมื่อพี่ก็เอามันเข้าไปในตัวเธอได้ทุกรอบ แล้วเธอก็ทำหน้าฟินตลอด. เข้ากันไม่ได้ตรงไหนช่วยเอาปากกามาวงให้ที" ###อิพี่ก็ดันทำเป็นไม่เข้าใจความหมายไปซะอย่างงั้น### : “!!?”