Big Violin Name Novels & Stories

On the day of the wedding, Paige took her sister's place as bride and married the wealthiest man in town, Chris Jewell, after her sister was caught cheating. Her mother had warned her. "Don't let it get to your head. Chris only married you as a temporary measure. He doesn't love you.”But dang, post-wedding, Chris handed her a no-limit credit card.Paige understood that she was just filling in for her sister and did not want to embarrass Chris by being frugal. Bling and a fancy villa came next, but Paige wasn't blinded by the glitter.Even when Chris played knight-in-shining-armor against her bullies, she knew the deal.Then, catching her reflection, Paige spotted a baby bump. Was this part of the plan too?

I was sitting at the police station. My landlord scolded me harshly and pointed at my nose. Out of nowhere, my mother called and berated me mercilessly. “Chloe went to your place and disappeared! Did you lose her?!” “I know you’ve had grudges against me and your brother all these years, but how could you take it out on your niece?” In my previous cycle, when my mother told me Chloe was missing, I panicked and searched for her everywhere. Instead of helping, my mom and brother’s entire family dragged me to court without hesitation. I could not understand it. Chloe disappeared on her way to my place. How was that my fault? I begged the police to clear my name and review all the surveillance footage in the city. But the footage showed Chloe arriving at my door that day, and I opened the door for her. After that, she was gone, as if she had vanished into thin air. I stared blankly at the footage of her hopping cheerfully into my apartment. I had no way to explain myself. My sister-in-law lost it. She was convinced I had killed Chloe and threw boiling oil at my face in a fit of rage. I ended up in the hospital. I was disfigured and completely crushed, both physically and emotionally. No matter how hard I tried, I could not recall ever opening the door for Chloe. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Chloe disappeared.

Sinopsis Kenzi is the eldest son of the Robert Allen family. His current position as a leader in Allen's company replaces his father's role, who prefers to spend time with his beloved wife. Kenzi is intelligent; in his hands, the company is growing rapidly, but not love matters; for him, Violin is the only woman suitable for him. Destiny said. Otherwise, it turns out that she has been betrothed to Ralin. He hates arranged marriages by his parents; what's more, the girl comes from a bankrupt family, to make her judgement wrong. Kenzi saw that the girl only shared their life and the luxuries of their family. Besides that, because Violin is his girlfriend, who has been dating for five years, the person he trusts the most has taken his heart, so Kenzi is blind in judging his own wife. Ralin wasn't as bad as Kenzi thought; even though he initially didn't like Kenzi and was often hurt, he persisted. Within three months, she loved Kenzi even though circumstances forced her to go with Kenzi's seed in her womb.

Valerie Palmer, who has been in a secret marriage with me, brings her secretary, Thomas Freeman, to the family gathering. After she has half a glass of red wine, Thomas snatches the glass over and downs the rest. When Thomas takes a bite out of the pickled cucumber and deems it too sour, he feeds it to Valerie right away, who swallows it without a second thought. Having witnessed everything, I hand the divorce agreement to Valerie. She looks at me coldly. "Is it really necessary for you to do this? Thomas is just a secretary." I can't hold it back anymore. "You never even touched the glasses that I've used before, and yet you could eat something that was coated in his saliva?" Valerie responds by throwing the papers in my face. "You call yourself a mature adult even though all you do is feel jealous all the time! Don't you think this is embarrassing?" She seems to be used to not taking me seriously at all. Even now, she still thinks that I'm just throwing a tantrum. I lower my head, a bitter smile gracing my face. "Valerie Palmer, I want a divorce from you."

The day I died, the baby in my womb was only five months old. In that final phone call, my father, John Harlow, the godfather of the Harlow family, spoke with a voice as icy as a loaded gun. "A married woman belongs to her husband's family, even in death." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had been placed under house arrest. He was circling my college application with a red pen. "Girls who study art are easier to marry off." In front of him, I tore the family's marriage alliance files into pieces. "I'm going to Camford University. I'm studying Computer Science." He sprang to his feet so suddenly that his finger nearly jabbed my face, his sleeve cuff revealing the family crest tattoo. "If you dare defy me, don't ever regard me as godfather." I smiled. "Exactly what I want." Meeting his stunned gaze, I spoke each word deliberately. "The name Harlow. I have long stopped wanting it."

Cyra Alesha is a beautiful twenty-year-old girl who migrated to the big city to continue her education while working part-time at a cafe. She never expected to fall in love with a cruel man who had trampled on her self-esteem to the deepest depths of the earth.Felix Domil was the man's name; he worked as a young CEO, the sole heir of his father's company. A big misunderstanding had dragged Cyra into the devil's circle created by Felix to fill her life with the shadows of his cruelty. Can Cyra endure and fend off the charm of the cruel man? Or will she dare to rebel and break free from the chains of Felix's love?

Katherine had no choice but to pretend as Adam Beaumont's fiancee, and had to marry him. But turns out that Adam isn't just a rich businessman and a dangerous mafia lord, but also a supernatural being, a dark creature at night, a beast in people's nightmares. Would Katherine still accept him? And what if Adam isn't really who she think he is? That he has another name, which is Carter of the underground world. And what if she will discover a big mystery behind her identity? That she's not actually Katherine Sullivan but Eve Delluci, someone who has a big role in Carter's world.

I run into a group of rogues on my way home for my daughter's birthday. I call my wife for help, but she blocks my number. I'm dragged out of the car, stabbed a dozen times, and thrown into the bushes to die. My neck is broken, and my organs are spilling out of my body. The rogues think I'm going to die—they even mention each other's names before me. Then, they drive off in my car while whistling happily. I hold onto my head and organs as I crawl to the roadside, hoping against hope that someone will save me. Before I'm taken to the hospital, I see my wife's social media update—she and her secretary have taken a sweet photo together while celebrating our daughter's birthday. The first thing I do after being discharged is demand a divorce.

My husband and I have been legally married for five years. This is the tenth time he's canceled our wedding ceremony. This time? His student, Laura, is competing in her first international violin competition—and he 'needs' to be there. I still remember the last cancellation: an awards ceremony he had to attend with her. The time before that? She fell ill, and he stayed at her hospital bedside. The other times? I've lost count of the excuses, but it doesn't matter. The reason is always Laura. Her needs always outweighed my wedding. My marriage. My life. Fine. If he wanted to stand by Laura so badly, he could stay there forever. This hollow, five-year farce of a marriage? It's over.

Sebastian told her to abort their baby, or he'd kill it himself. Neshara kept the child and erased him from their lives. Six years later, he's her boss. Their genius son, Sevi, calls him "Sir." And when Sebastian asks about the baby, she looks him dead in the eye. "I got rid of it." The biggest lie she's ever told. Now the billionaire wants answers. Sebastian's mother can't stop staring at Sevi's green eyes, the same green eyes as her son's. And Neshara's six-year-old genius who plays violin and collects gold stars?, he just became best friends with the father who wanted him dead. Neshara knelt once for Sebastian Rocc. Never again.