Boboiboy Thunderstorm

“Tomorrow morning, I’ll leave. It’s raining thunderstorm outside..,,” “No,” he thundered, taking me by surprise. My head snapped up. “What?” “You want to divorce me right?” he bellowed. “Then leave this instant. We are no longer married.” He spat, looking at me with rage and fury burning in his eyes. He looked nothing like the calm gentleman I fell in love with. “Adrian—” “I hope you get torn into pieces by an unknown creature you homeless parasite!” he spat. “Huh?” I gasped. Me? Homeless? “I'll give you few seconds to change your mind Elara…” he sneered. “Because the moment you set your feet off this mansion… you will be worth nothing!” ******* Three years ago, Elara Sanz-Alonso walked away from a billion-dollar legacy to marry for love. But when she discovers she is nothing more than a shadow of another woman in her husband’s eyes, her perfect world shatters. Betrayed and heartbroken, Elara makes a choice that will shake the nation’s elite—she reclaims her place as heir to the Alonso dynasty, but the price of her return is an arranged marriage to the one man she once ran from: Killian Dreven, the Ice Monarch. They meet again and Elara sets firm boundaries, but what happens when the man who was rumored to be ruthless, starts to shower her with care and attention, so much that it scares her. Why is Killian keen on marrying her even though she ditched him in the past? What secret does he hold and why the hell does he treat her like she's the only person that matters? Will Killian break down her walls? Or will she end up breaking his?

A year ago, my life was simple. I was just Ariel Anthony…a regular college student, cheerleader with decent grades, daughter of a struggling baker, and recently appointed step-sister to a guy I barely knew. Nothing special. Then came the storm. Not just the thunderstorm that trapped me in Professor Grayson's apartment that night, but the storm that followed. The one that's still raging around me, that I created. They don't warn you about men like Luther Grayson in freshman orientation. They don't tell you how a single glance from the right person can make you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. About what you want. About what you'd risk to get it. They also don't warn you about guys like Ethan Cross, with his perfect smile hiding something dark. The kind of guy who's used to getting what he wants and doesn't understand the meaning of the word "no." And no one, absolutely no one…prepares you for what it feels like when the person who's supposed to be your brother looks at you with something else in his eyes. Mom once said I had a gift for making complicated situations worse. If she only knew. My phone buzzed beside me, and I glanced down to see Luther's name on the screen. My heart still jumps every time, even when I'm aware of what could happen if people learned about the two of us. I should ignore it. I should block his number, focus on my classes, help Mom with the bakery, and pretend none of this ever happened. But I'm already reaching for the phone. That's the thing about crossing lines… once you step over them, it's almost impossible to step back. And I've crossed so many lines now, I can't even see where I started.