Because Im Stupid

Zehn Jahre nach unserer Hochzeit postete meine ehemalige beste Freundin ein Foto. Ihre Tochter wurde von ihr im Arm gehalten, mein Sohn von meinem Mann. Alle vier drängten sich eng aneinander, darunter stand: „Könnte man das nicht als eine perfekte kleine Familie mit Sohn und Tochter bezeichnen?“ Ich kommentierte darunter: „Was für ein perfektes Bild.“ Im nächsten Moment hatte sie den Beitrag bereits gelöscht. Am nächsten Tag stürmte mein Mann nach Hause und fragte mich: „Sophie geht es endlich etwas besser, warum musst du sie schon wieder provozieren?“ Mein Sohn schubste mich und warf mir vor: „Das ist alles deine Schuld! Jetzt weint sogar die kleine Emma.“ Ich knallte ihnen die Scheidungspapiere vor die Nase: „Ja, meine Schuld. Also mache ich, dass ich wegkomme. Dann habt ihr eure perfekte Viererfamilie.“

Als mich der Verbrecher zu Tode folterte, war ich im dritten Monat schwanger. Doch mein Ehemann Mark – der bekannteste Detektiv der Stadt – war im Krankenhaus bei seiner ersten Liebe Emma und begleitete sie zu ihrer medizinischen Untersuchung. Vor drei Tagen hatte er von mir verlangt, Emma eine Niere zu spenden. Als ich mich weigerte und sagte, ich sei im zweiten Monat schwanger von unserem Kind, wurde sein Blick eisig. „Hör auf zu lügen“, fauchte er. „Du bist einfach nur egoistisch und willst Emma sterben lassen.“ Er hielt auf der dunklen Landstraße an. „Steig aus“, befahl er. „Lauf nach Hause, wenn du schon so herzlos bist.“ Ich blieb in der Dunkelheit zurück und wurde von dem rachsüchtigen Verbrecher entführt, den Mark einst ins Gefängnis gebracht hatte. Er schnitt mir die Zunge heraus. Mit grausamer Genugtuung benutzte er mein Handy, um meinen Mann anzurufen. Marks Antwort war kurz und kalt: „Ganz egal, was es ist, Emmas ärztliche Untersuchung ist wichtiger! Sie braucht mich jetzt.“ Der Verbrecher ließ ein finsteres Lachen hören. "Na, na... Anscheinend schätzt der großartige Detektiv das Leben seiner Ex-Partnerin höher als das seiner Ehefrau. Als Mark Stunden später am Tatort eintraf, war er entsetzt über die Grausamkeit, die dem Leichnam angetan worden war. Er verurteilte wütend den Mörder, weil er eine Schwangere so grausam behandelt hatte. Doch er erkannte nicht, dass die verstümmelte Leiche vor ihm seine eigene Frau war – mich.

In the crowd of people, his eyes were fixed on her. From the twitch of her lips to the blink of her lashes she was the only thing his eyes wanted to see, his hands to touch and his stupid heart, who he believed never existed want to beat for. He was not only following her every move but was making sure no other eyes look at her the way he was looking at her because he knew the beauty in red is going to be the desire looming in every men's eyes at the party. He was claiming his possession just by fixing his look on her because he knew very well, that every living being in this hall knows when he fixes his eyes on something it's his and everyone knows better than challenging him. Because a battle with the devil is a battle you lost even before you step into the battlefield. It was becoming too much for him to maintain the distance, he wanted to walk her side, put his hands around her waist, bring her closer to the warmth of his chest, he wants to kiss the hell out of her in front of everyone, the scenario made the blood rush to his southern region, every passing second was like a torture to him, which he was enduring for the time being. He knew she is not meant to be his, but hell he will take her by hook or crook doesn't matter if he is bringing her to the hell he rules. Is she your queen? the sane part of his mind asked. The question made the devil smirk at the thought of what she is to him, a knowledge he confined to himself.

After a totally disastrous marriage, she has decided to keep her heart locked away for the rest of her life from the most hurtful things that can ever come to her. To be precise, men. She has finally realised that it’s so stupid to rely on any man or bid her own happiness on them. Even if it can be tough to be a bread earner and a single mom at the same time, even if she feels lonely at times, she will never ever enter any romantic relationship anymore. There’ll only be one person she will love with her whole heart, her babies. She can do this, and she must do this, because she is an independent strong woman who is the owner of her own fate. However what happens when the man she has solely voted to be away from comes to her aid? He comes back and asks her to be his wife? “Marry me ex-wife” on his knees, he begs. “Sorry, ex-husband, I can’t.”

I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me—because he didn’t have the balls to do it himself. I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn’t been enough for him, if I’d been stupid for marrying him in the first place. I’m at work one night when he walks inside—the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it’s the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again. I just want him as an anti-depressant—but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he’s hooked. I don’t get much of a say in the matter, and that’s not surprising when I learn why—because he’s the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules—or pay. And now I’m his.

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Meine Pflegeschwester Sophia, die letzte reinrassige weiße Wölfin im Dorf Grell, war von einem unbekannten, abtrünnigen Werwolf vergewaltigt und zu Tode gefoltert worden. In ihrem Abschiedsbrief stand nur ein einziger Satz: „Lina hat sein Gesicht gesehen.“ Von diesem Tag an wurde ich zur größten Sünderin des Rudels. Denn ich wusste, wer der Mörder war, und schwieg dennoch fünf Jahre lang. Erst als mein Pflegebruder Damien zurückkehrte, der mächtigste Alpha Nordamerikas, änderte sich alles. Er brachte das Seelensicht-Gerät mit sich und ließ gewaltsam Erinnerungen aus meiner Werwolfseele extrahieren. Alle Werwölfe, an denen das Seelensicht-Gerät eingesetzt worden war, waren entweder gestorben oder dem Wahnsinn verfallen. Meine Wölfin wurde im Gerät immer wieder grausam gequält, doch Damien unterdrückte den Schmerz in seinen Augen und brüllte: „Wenn ich die Wahrheit finde, werde ich dich und den Mörder gemeinsam in die Hölle schicken.“ Doch als die Wahrheit schließlich ans Licht kam, verlor Damien den Verstand.

"...You want me to go to another town as you date and later marry some other lady whom you underestimate to be stupid, and I’ll be your mistress until the day that I’ll realize that I lost everything for you… you want me to sit back and wait as I grow old and see another woman bear your children.”

Love isn’t in Jett Byrd’s agenda. For a powerful man like him, love is an unnecessary emotion, and what he needs is a convenient wife. Amanda is supposed to be the answer — she has the perfect background, the fame, and the upbringing but the woman is blinded by love. Crazed, in fact. On their wedding day, Amanda left him on the altar, so he has no choice but to turn to their stunning, unforgettable wedding planner — Lilac Carter. Lilac is the epitome of everything that isn’t him — warm, pure, and naive. She was scammed out of her money by her accountant. How stupid can she be? He believes they have nothing in common. But this naive woman is the one that brought light back into his dark world. The woman who set his heart on fire, and makes his body tingle with passion that he has buried inside him. Their lives intertwined because of their contract marriage. The lies, the passion, and the danger brought them together, but how can they survive it all enough to admit to each other that they’re meant to be? And that their marriage is just more than a contract? That they have the bucket list for a perfect marriage?

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because…the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel—Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug brother. I was vulnerable—naive. I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am the Mafia's Mercy.