Anniversary 9 Month

“You’re gentle. You’re not always gentle, Julian…” “It’s our anniversary…” he muttered. Before Lena could respond, Julian placed his thumb to her clit and pushed a finger into her. “Julian,” she gasped. . . . Days after their third anniversary, Lena’s husband came home and asked for a divorce. No warning. No apology. Just a decision he had already made, for a woman who had already left before. Lena signed the papers. She walked away. And while Julian went back to the love of his life, Lena went back to something she had been hiding all along—her name, her family, and an empire worth more than everything Julian Black had ever built. She was never a nobody. He just never bothered to find out who she really was. Two years later, they’re in the same room again. Same circles, same boardrooms, same suffocating tension neither of them knows what to do with. Julian is starting to understand exactly what he threw away. And Lena is trying very hard to remember why she let him go. But some mistakes don’t stay buried. And some feelings refuse to stay dead. And some secrets fight to resurface. But what are those secrets?

Eve's new job as Arec's administrative assistant comes with many perks. The fact that he's also hot is a bonus. After a night out with a friend ends in an unexpected attack, Eve's life is changed in more than one way. How is she going to handle not only becoming a werewolf every month, but deal with the fact that her boss is not only hot, not only Lycan, but is also her mate?

On the night of her anniversary, Renee was pushed into the sea by her husband and best friend, their betrayal disguised as an accident. They pretended to grieve at her funeral, but little did they know, even the Moon Goddess couldn't let it end that way. Renee was reborn. This time, everything is different. The powerful, cold-hearted Alpha—her best friend's father—finds himself drawn to her in ways he never expected. With a smile, he says to her "best friend," "Little angel, come meet your new mommy."

My husband had just ducked into the bathroom when his phone started ringing. I glanced at the screen and saw it was his brother calling. A frown creased my brow, but I answered anyway. "George, why haven't you sent the $10,000 to Mom and Dad this month?" Ross Serrano said. "Mom just asked me about it." I hung up without a word, but a rush of fury surged through me. My husband stood at the bathroom door, his hands still dripping wet. I forced a bitter smile. "You make $8,000 a month, right? $3,000 goes to the mortgage, $2,000 to me, and you pocket $1,000 for yourself. You told me you sent $2,000 to your parents, so how did that magically turn into $10,000?" His lips quivered, his face draining of color. My heart sank, and my hands trembled uncontrollably. We'd been married for five years, and I'd never once laid eyes on his bank card. What other secrets was he keeping from me?

Kaivan adalah anak tunggal dari orangtuanya yang telah bercerai saat ia berumur 9 tahun. Diasuh oleh sang nenek Kaivan tumbuh dengan luka batinnya dan sangat merindukan cinta dan kasih sayang dari sosok ibu dan ayahnya. Hal ini membuat ia haus akan kasih sayang dan terus mencari rasa itu dari satu wanita ke wanita lain. Hingga suatu saat ia bertemu dengan salah satu pegawai di kafe-nya dan mulai jatuh cinta kepada Namara. Gadis dengan latar belakang yang biasa saja dibandingkan mantan-mantan Kaivan terdahulu, lantas apa yang membuatnya bisa menakhlukkan Kaivan? Dan apakah Namara juga bisa menyembuhkan serta mengisi kekosongan di hati Kaivan?

The young, handsome, and famous CEO is interested in having a mistress to fulfill his biological desires. One month of relationship becomes a long period of time because the man doesn't want to let go of his mistress. The man was already addicted to the body of his mistress. Maybe because of love or obsession, nothing is certain. Despite the fact that the mistress had a daughter, the man still wouldn't let her go.

When I finally lay my eyes on two marriage certificates, I finally realize that the certificate I share with my husband, Vittore Ferri, is the fake one. As for the other certificate, it's real. The other certificate shows Vittore and Chiara Romano, the daughter of the Ferri family's former Consigliere. So, it turns out that the husband, whom I've just married, has already married another woman a month ago.

Elsa has been married to him for three years. three years she waited upon him in that lonely mansion hoping that one day he'd finally see her. and maybe come to love her. but time proved her wrong. on their third wedding anniversary she left. Alpha Alexander arrived home from a three months visit to his pack only to meet a divorce letter and spouse's ring on the living room table. where did his legal wife go?

My mom was a brilliant programmer. She created an app called "Shake for Allowance." After my brother and I downloaded it, she told us, "From now on, this is how you'll get your living expenses. On the first of every month, just shake your phone. Whatever number you get is the amount you'll receive. "The range is from zero to ten thousand dollars." At first, I was excited. Every month, I shook my phone with anticipation. However, every time, the result was the same: 0 dollars. My brother, meanwhile, always landed the highest amount. "Wow, sis, your luck really sucks," he said. Even when he showed me the transfer record for ten thousand dollars, there was a smug smile on his face. When I confronted Mom, she brushed it off, saying my luck was bad and that no one else was to blame. With no other choice, I worked three part-time jobs just to support myself while studying. On the night before my final exams, I collapsed from exhaustion and died. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very day my mom created the "Shake for Allowance" app.

In the first year after marrying Victoria Kingsley, I choose to celebrate the holidays with her in her childhood home. At dinner, my mother-in-law suddenly claims that she's lost her gold bracelet. That's when Victoria's childhood friend, Jonathan Zane, points at me. "You must be the one who stole the bracelet! After all, you've been a serial pickpocket since you were young!" Everyone turns to stare at me, their gazes unkind. I thought Jonathan must have mistaken me for another person, so I tell everyone that I never stole the bracelet. But Jonathan continues confidently, "You were punished for stealing from others in high school all the time! Not to mention, I saw you at the police station last month! There's no way I'd have gotten the wrong guy!" Then, Jonathan lays down the details including the time, location, as well as the clothes I was wearing that day. All I feel is mixed feelings at the moment. The thing is, I was at the police station because I needed to obtain some evidence. After all, I'd already joined the judiciary a long time ago. Last month, I was even promoted to the presiding district court judge.