After My Husband Asked For Remarriage Novel

Treated like trash, undermined, maltreated, overused and abused... all were the order of the day for Bethany Cassidy married to Charles Worth. The whole of his family used her like a wet piece of rag and used and dumped her whenever they wanted but Bethany, using the feelings she has for Charles to stay for him, endures all of it, considering it to be what they she tagged her marriage trials... UNTIL... Bethany walks into the room and sees Charles in bed with another woman who is supposed to be her sister-in-law. Finally, it all comes crashing down and in the spontaneous events that follows, she lands herself into the hot, rich and powerful mess called Arthur Worth... A man as fine as a good bottle of aged wine... Charles's Uncle. But all, they say, is fair in love and war... Bethany is about to fight her battles, with a very capable man by her sides. "Don't you mind that you'll have the same last name as that scumbag?" Arthur asks, suddenly jerking her close. Bethany smirks. "Leave the name, the man only matters." She whispers right back just as he kisses her fiercely on the lips in the middle of the onlooking crowd.

"One contract. One year. No feelings. Dapat gano’n lang kasimple." - Lucian Villafuerte *** Ysabelle Cruz needed money. Lucian Villafuerte needed a wife. Isang kontrata ang nag-ugnay sa kanila—walang love, walang commitments, at higit sa lahat, may expiration date. Sa loob ng isang taon, magpapanggap silang perfect couple sa harap ng mundo, pero sa likod ng saradong pinto, para silang estranghero. Pero paano kung isang gabi, isang halik, isang yakap ang tuluyang gumulo sa plano? Paano kung ang pusong matagal nang sarado ay matutong umasa… at masaktan? Just when Ysabelle started to believe in their marriage, she discovered the painful truth—she was never meant to stay in his life. Isa lang siyang pawn sa isang mas malaking laro. At sa mundong ginagalawan ni Lucian, love is not enough to save her. When the contract ends, will he fight for her… or will he let her go?

Three years ago, I was the most promising member of the Scientific Expedition Team. After entering Salakole, I was killed by my fiancé's true love, Vivian Fowler. She stole my supplies, scratched my face, and pushed me off the ship. I died with my second child in my belly. But when the rescue team came, Vivian said I had stolen her supplies and was going to flee. My fiancé, Winston Patton, wrote a report and erased me from the expedition team. From then on, I became a joke. All the people on the team looked down on me. Until three years later, someone discovered my long-frozen body.

I bought expensive red lingerie to save my marriage. When I got home on Christmas Eve, I found my husband on his knees with his face buried between another man's legs. I ran. Bought a plane ticket to anywhere. Ended up crying in the airplane bathroom where the most gorgeous man I've ever seen found me. One thing led to another, and he bent me over that sink and gave me the best sex of my life. Turns out he's Knox Volkov. The Lycan King. My husband's boss. The most powerful and ruthless alpha alive. When we landed, he looked me dead in the eye and said he had a proposition for me. One that would let me get revenge on my cheating husband while experiencing pleasure I never knew existed. The catch? Be his fake girlfriend for one week at the Christmas Summit. For seven days, I'd be completely his. I should have said no. But I was hurt and angry and desperate to feel wanted again. So I said yes. But on one condition—he has to make me come every single time. He agreed with a wicked smile. But what happens when the fake starts feeling real? When I'm falling for a man who's sworn he'll never love or take a mate again? When his rules are no emotions, no strings, no forever—but my heart doesn't care about his rules? What happens when the seven days end and he's supposed to let me go? TRADING MY CHEATING HUSBAND FOR THE LYCAN KING (18+) WARNING: THIS IS A CHRISTMAS EROTICA WITH SO MUCH SMUT AND JUST ENOUGH PLOT. GET THE BEST OF BOTH WORLDS.

"It's the third time this week that I'm donating my blood to this strange lady that you never seem to take your eyes off of, even with me in the room!" Emily had paused very strand of fear she had for Liam as she yelled tearfully. Liam was her husband but the four years of their marriage were like four decades of unending torture and misery. She was completely in love with him but Liam detested her in turn, he married her only to inherit the family's multi-billion dollar business and once he's gotten that, tossed her away. Emily, despite living under his shadows for several years, believed that he would one day learn to love her as his wife but her hopes were shattered when Liam repeatedly demanded for her blood for his sick mistress. She could handle being maltreated but not cheated on, and drained of blood to the point of death. Emily demanded for divorce and he happily granted her wish but unknown to him, she was pregnant which was an outcome of a drunk night. ** No parents, no home, no money, Emily hoped for death but was miraculously rescued by a stranger. She returns to the country a few years later with her child who is the direct copy of Liam. "Boss, your ex-wife is back, and she seems to be married with a child who looks exactly like you," "They are both mine, and I will fight for what's mine!"

"A contract??" Her eyes squinted, amused at the papers right in front of her. Her arranged husband was being ridiculous and unreasonable, but since they had no feelings or whatsoever for each other, she didn't object and sign the papers. Where as she was finding it hard to cope with her loneliness in the house, Lucas was outside having fun with his mistresses. Jasmine had to endure the pains, atleast for her grandfather's sake. He was on a sick bed now, giving him a bad news about her marriage wasn't a good decision. What happened when her grandfather died? Jasmine requested for Divorce and shocked her husband. He never saw it coming but Jasmine didn't care and was set to move on with life now instead of continuously being locked up like his scape goat. What happened when she finally left the house?

Sa halos walong taong pagsasama ni Henry at Estelle ay walang pag-ibig na nabuo sa pagitan nila dahil isa lamang iyong kasunduan, ngunit sa kabila nito ay minahal niya si Henry kahit na kinamumuhian siya nito at hindi itrinato bilang asawa. Ginawa niya ang lahat ng utos ng lolo ni Henry lalo na ang suhestiyon nito na pasukin niya ito sa sarili nitong silid at sa isang beses na iyon ay nabuo ang nag-iisang anak niya na si Mia. Ngunit talagang mapaglaro ang tadhana dahil sa dami ng tao na magkakaroon ng karamdaman ay ang anak niya pa talaga. Dahil sa pasirang relasyon at nasa kalagitnaan ng paghihiwalay, hiniling niya kay Henry na magpakaama kay Mia sa loob ng isang buwan. Ayaw man nito ay pumayag din ito sa wakas sa ngalan ng pagiging madali niya sa pagpirma ng kanilang kasunduan para mapakasalan na ang kaniyang unang pag-ibig na si Gwen. Kaya lang ay namatay ang anak niya ng dahil kay Henry. Nang malaman nito ang totoo tungkol sa sakit ng anak niya ay pilit itong nagmamakaawa na patawarin niya ngunit paano niya iyon gagawin kung sa tuwing makikita niya ang mukha nito ay maaalala niya ang sinapit ni Mia. Mapalambot pa kayang muli ni Henry ang naging bato nang puso ni Estelle?

Sawa na si Danielle Laforteza na marinig sa kaniyang ina ang mga pasaring na bumili na sila ng bahay at lupa. Dahil isa lamang na regular employee na may minimum wage, natatakot si Danielle sa malaking responsibilidad, lalo na't siya rin ang sumasalo ng lahat ng gastusin sa bahay. But a courage hits her, and she decides to apply for a housing loan; little did she know she needed to have a co-borrower to have the high chance of the approval. Kaya naman nang marinig niya ang proposal ni Boulevard Nixon, isa ring empleyado sa kumpanyang kaniyang pinagtatrabahuhan, pumayag siya na pumasok sa isang loveless marriage. Yes, they don't love each other... But that's before she get a husband for convenience.

The third year after I got diagnosed with intermittent amnesia, I happened to overhear my husband, Lucien Rook, chatting with his friends. “Lucien, Anneliese loses her memories every couple of months, and you keep making us impersonate you to live with her. Aren’t you afraid that one of us might take it all the way one day?” “What’s there to be afraid of?” Lucien laughed uninhibitedly, swishing the alcohol in his glass. “Annie is cold and distant. As long as you guys don’t tempt her, she won’t have any such desires. “But I’m warning you now. You can act all you want, but you can’t ever sleep with her. Once I’ve had my fun, I will be going home to her.” For three years, every time I lost my memories, Lucien was not the one who would hold my hand and embrace me, or even sleep with me in the same bed. In three years, I had lost my memories nine times, and nine men had pretended to be my husband. What they did not know was that my amnesia had been cured two years ago.

After my daughter, Mia Powell, was declared brain-dead, my husband, Liam Powell, urged me to sign the organ donation consent form. I was drowning in grief and my mind was on the verge of collapse. That was when I accidentally discovered that her attending doctor, Blair Lincoln, was Liam’s old flame. They had lied about Mia’s brain death, just to trick me into signing the form and steal her heart to save Blair’s daughter, Sophia. I watched as Liam picked Sophia up from the hospital. The three of them smiled together, like a perfect, happy family. When I confronted them, they pushed me off a building, and I died from the fall. Given a second chance, I had returned to the day I was supposed to sign the organ donation form. As I stared at Mia lying in that hospital bed, I silently vowed. This time, that scumbag and that wretch would pay with their lives for what they did to Mia.