Bible Quotes About Holding Grudges

She married him to end a family feud. He never loved her or so she thought. Jane endured a cold, empty marriage to billionaire Logan Anderson, holding onto the hope that one day he might feel something real. But the moment she discovered she was pregnant, she also caught him cheating. Heartbroken, she asked for a divorce without telling him about the babies growing inside her. That same night, she was kidnapped, tortured, and thrown into the sea, left for dead. The men claimed Logan sent them. And Jane believed it. Six years later, she’s back. Not as a broken wife, but as a powerful woman with six brilliant children and a single mission: revenge. She’ll make Logan pay. She’ll break his empire. And she’ll do it with a smile. But what happens when the lies begin to crack? What happens when she discovers the truth That Logan had fallen for her long before she left And that someone close, someone trusted, orchestrated it all? Now Jane’s daughter is sick and the only bone marrow match is Logan. What if he wasn’t the enemy after all? And what if the only man who can save her child is the one she swore to destroy?

On New Year’s Eve, an old friend called to congratulate me on the birth of my son. “Emrys, you’ve been keeping this a secret pretty well! If I hadn’t seen you and your wife taking care of the baby together, I wouldn’t have known you had a child!” I froze in my tracks. How could I not know I had a child? And that I was taking care of him with her? I immediately called my wife, who was still working late, to confront her about it. She just laughed and said our friend must have been mistaken, which was why this whole mix-up happened. But the very next second, our friend sent a photo. In the photo, she was facing sideways, holding a child in her arms, with a man standing beside her. Only his back was visible, but the silhouette was exactly like mine. Her smile was gentle and radiant. At first glance, she looked utterly blissful. I stared at the meticulously prepared New Year’s Eve dinner spread before me and suddenly flung it to the floor. I immediately dialed my brother. He was a lawyer. “Celene Zeller cheated on me. She even had a child. “I want a divorce. I want to kick her out of my company and make her leave with nothing.”

I thought meeting my mate would be the happiest day of my life. Instead, it became the day my heart was shattered. “My mate is not an omega like you,” Alpha Sunny said coldly, his voice echoing through the entire pack hall. “I, Alpha Sunny of the Blood Moon Pack, reject you, Rose… as my mate.” Laughter erupted around me. Wolves I had grown up with looked at me like I was nothing. Just an unwanted omega. Humiliated and broken, I ran away from the pack that had never truly accepted me. I thought my life was over. Until the night I met him. The Lycan King. The most powerful ruler of all werewolves. Dangerous. Ruthless. Untouchable. And when his golden eyes locked onto mine, the entire world seemed to stop. “You belong to me,” he growled. I should have run. But fate had other plans. Because the girl Alpha Sunny rejected… Was never an ordinary omega. And when the truth about my bloodline finally comes out, the entire werewolf world will burn. Now the Alpha who rejected me wants me back. But the Lycan King? He refuses to let me go. And this time… I’m the one holding the power.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Natasha?” Victoria said. “I’m not talking to you!” I snapped at her. “In fact…” I paused. “…Get the fuck out!” “And if I don’t?” she fired back. I exhaled slowly. “Victoria, I won’t repeat myself.” She moved to close the distance between us. “You come in here, throwing tantrums, and you’re asking me to leave? Do your worst, sister. I’m not going anywhere.” That’s it. That was all it took. Whatever restraint I’d been holding back dissolved into nothing. I surged forward, fisting my hand into her hair and yanking hard, dragging her out of the boardroom before she could even steady herself. I locked the door behind me. My father simply stood there as he watched the scene unfold right in front of him. “Back to you, Marcus.” Natasha Whitmore enters a marriage of convenience with Tristan Castillo, a powerful CEO, to save her family’s failing company. Expecting a cold and ruthless man, she instead discovers someone complex, controlled, and unexpectedly protective. As their forced marriage unfolds, Natasha begins to question her assumptions about him and her own life, especially as hidden truths start to emerge and change everything she believed.

Everyone loved my older sister. When the novel I wrote shot to popularity, she got jealous and suddenly proclaimed that she wanted to be a popular author too. My older brother, who was the editor-in-chief, immediately announced that I plagiarized my sister's story at my book signing and she ended up becoming the genius author while I got cyberbullied so much that I was too scared to leave the house. After I got married to a young heir from high society and lived a happy life, my sister told me that she had a crush on him for years and wanted to be his bride at least once in her lifetime. He did not even think twice about divorcing me and holding the wedding of the century with my sister. My family was afraid that I would sabotage their relationship, so they made me leave the country. However, my sister did not think that I was miserable enough. She came for me outside the country and pushed me down the stairs. I was lying in a pool of blood when my mother rebuked me, "Did you say something that made your sister unhappy again?" That was how I died in despair. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my brother accused me of plagiarism.

He’s the alpha king, my crush, my guardian. And he’s 20 years older than me. ** “How old are you?” “T-Twenty,” I bit my lower lip, stuttering on the lie. “I’m an adult.” I trembled but turned my head, allowing him to drag his nose along my neck and breathe in my scent. I didn’t know what I smelled like to him. Did I smell like I was lying? I held still. He shifted just a bit, seemingly retreating, and I flung my arms around his neck, holding him down. “Please, Alpha King,” I said. My voice trembled even as I tried to sound sultry. “I’m… sure I can please you.” “Do you know what happens when you lie to the Alpha King, little girl?” He knew. I should have known that he would know I wasn’t twenty. “You seem so deliberate, but I’m not interested in your offer. How about we play a game?” “A-A game?” He narrowed his eyes and gave me a slow, cruel smile. “If you win, I’ll grant you sanctuary.” My eyes widened with a spark of hope. “But if you lose….”

My husband sends me a photo of our obedient daughter holding a plate of food. He writes, "Thanks to my patient guidance, our sweetheart has finally made her first dish! We're waiting for you to come home and taste it!" The exhaustion I feel from work is swept away when I see that. No one expects that I'll reach home half an hour later and kill him.

"You can't keep dancing with the Devil and wonder why you're still in hell. It was my fault to trust you again." I created this hell for myself. "In the end, it's her over me." Tears of betrayal slide down my cheeks, and Denzel looks at me desperately. However, I don't care. I feel so much at once that I feel nothing at all. I should've killed him when I had the chance. ****** Naomi West fled her wedding to the ruthless and domineering billionaire of the state. Five years later, she has to come back home for work. But on top of being constantly at threats and stalked by a creepy fan, things take a different turn when she encounters Denzel Flynn, her ex. And Naomi must do all she can to keep Denzel away from her son. However, Denzel has other plans for Naomi. He will do anything to get her and his son back in his life, even if it means getting rid of her lover, Marcus. And as they come together to solve their grudges, their enemies hide in the shadows, waiting to strike. And their friends abandon them. Naomi and Denzel can only rely on each other. But how can Naomi trust Denzel when she's just a substitute for his ex? When he possesses no genuine feelings for her? Will the history from five years ago repeat itself and force her to lose everything again?

Brody Lewis, my fiance, said that I had a rare form of transient global amnesia, which was a sudden, temporary memory loss. Every seven days, I would open my eyes and become the twenty-five-year-old Riley Taylor again. My memories were forever stuck in the past. In my pen drive were videos of Brody taking me on trips, bringing me for treatment, and proposing to me. Everything seemed great between us, but I remembered none of it. “Riley’s still around. Can’t you keep your hands to yourself?” “Don’t worry. It’s Monday tomorrow. After she wakes up, she’ll remember none of it,” Brody said, and my heart sank. “Isn’t this more exciting?” Brody embraced my best friend, and they made out brazenly in front of me. They were not shy about it at all. I wondered just how many times this had happened over the past two years. I ran as tears blurred my vision. When I arrived at a tattoo shop, I grabbed the tattoo artist like a drowning man holding on to a log. Then, I asked the tattoo artist to tattoo these words on my arm in my handwriting. [Leave him.]

“You belong to me now and you going to be my surrogate,” The air shifted. His hand slid from the wall to my throat, not choking, just holding, just reminding me who had all the power. My pulse leapt against his palm, betraying me. His thumb stroked lazily along the hollow of my neck, and I hated the way my body leaned into it, hungry for more.