Novel & Cerita Bride Pushed Into Pool Divorce

Alexander always worked hard for everything in his life. Not one thing came to him by luck or chance. He was not going to let the hardest thing he had worked for, Fareeda, slip through his fingers even in a society where rank is very important. Fareeda, a young village girl who had always craved live from her father, finds herself torn when she realizes her father is stopping her from marrying the love of her life. What will happen when Alexander proceeds to fight for his love? Read on.. Book contains mature content. .

~PROLOGUE~ ••• She's not married to him legally, But found herself being trapped under this man fingers. This mysterious boss of hers. He calls him little bride, And treat her like one. •~• Atherton, California in America is one of the richest in the state, The rich ones dominated the town, Perhaps you found the poor ones there, They are either maids or squats with one of the workers in the rich family mansion. Magnolia could be found in this category, Her mum Renata works for the Hampson family. She's pretty, A little but skinny but have moderate boobs and ass as well, She has a pale skin, Which she tried her best to maintain for the past years. She talks a lot, And does not easily give into difficult situations, She's brave and cheerful. Mag just graduated from the college and the family were kind enough to let her stay in the mansion. She got lucky, Mag was offered a job as a secretary to the richest man in California, Maynard, From the Alvarez clan. He's rich, Talk less, Handsome, Few people were oppoortuned to see his face,Has no single attraction for women, There were rumours that he has went through lots of facial surgery because he's born ugly. He didn't bother to clear all this rumours since he's strict and work-minded. This pale white lady appointed as his secretary triggers something in him which made the billionaire fall helpessly for her.

She was the girl he once raised, now she’s the wife he demands an heir from. Just five years after their scandalous marriage and her immediate exile, Madelyn thought she had been left in the past by her cold, and untouchable guardian turned husband—a man she hated, but still couldn’t forget. Then Zachary returns with a proposition: “Come home with me. Give me an heir and I'll help you get back what is yours.” When her failing business, stolen inheritance and a thirst for revenge leave her no choice, she boards his jet and walks back into a past that she tried to forget. But Madelyn will get to realise that Zachary isn't just the cold, aloof man that she thinks. He holds secrets. And she discovers one of them. A secret involving that dark night, and it changes everything she thought she knew. Betrayals and deceptions are revealed, and unexpected alliances— formed. Will Madelyn survive in the dangerous game of ambition, greed, power, lust and deceit or will her impulsiveness cause her downfall?

I chose to die in the most tragic death after discovering the truth that my five miscarriages weren't because my body was weak, but because my husband refused to let me bear his child. Now reborn, I vowed to leave him forever—only to realize he still haunted me through the very life now growing inside me.

I've stood before a priest and sworn my vows to the same man seven times. And for the seventh time, I've signed divorce papers in front of the family lawyer. At our first wedding, the youngest Capo of the Throne family held my hand and promised, "From this day forward, my life is yours and yours alone." But whenever his childhood sweetheart stirred up trouble and needed his protection, Carter's vow to me would conveniently become a sanctuary for her. "Tessa's in trouble again, Maeve. For your own safety, we have to get a divorce for now." The first time I was forced to divorce, I threatened him with the honor of our families' alliance, even vowing to expose his betrayal at a family gathering. His men dragged me out of the manor. The third time I signed the papers, I humbled myself, sneaking into the family's private club just to catch a glimpse of him from afar. By the sixth time, I had learned to quietly pack my few belongings in this house of lies, without putting up a fight. My breakdowns and desperate, undignified attempts to save us were only ever met with Carter's reliable promise to remarry me, just before another round of the divorce game he played for Tessa's sake. Until this time. After hearing Tessa was returning to New York from Italy, I didn't wait for Carter to speak. I placed the signed divorce papers in his study myself. Just like always, he casually set a date for our remarriage. But he didn't know that day was the day I would disappear from his world forever.

Just as I was on the verge of miscarriage from a fall, my husband—New York's most powerful Don—was throwing a lavish birthday gala for his childhood sweetheart, Camilla. I called, begging for help, but he dismissed it as a cheap stunt and coldly hung up. As his wife, I bore the honor of being the Donna—yet no one knew I couldn't even scrape together a thousand dollars. All because, to "train" me into a proper Donna, he had handed total control of my life and finances straight to Camilla. Desperate, I begged anyone who would listen. But by the time I finally scraped the money together, my baby's heartbeat stopped forever. After waking up in that hospital bed, I dragged myself back to his penthouse to pack my bags. That was when I stumbled upon the auction receipt for Camilla's birthday gift. A ten-million-dollar mansion in Beverly Hills, plus endless custom jewelry. Just then, his deep, raspy voice drifted from the study next door. He was on a call with his underbosses. "Boss, was Scarlett really at the hospital begging you for a grand?" Cassius scoffed. "Scarlett is my Donna. She has my men guarding her 24/7. How could anything possibly happen to her? She's just pulling a cheap stunt for attention. Camilla is right. I've spoiled Scarlett too much lately. If Camilla isn't strict with her, how is an orphan going to earn the Famiglia's respect? She'll understand my good intentions later." Tears slipped down my face. Fuck his rules. Fuck his Donna. The second the doctor called my baby's time of death, I decided I was out of his life—never to return.

My best friend was a "mistress breakup consultant". I had lent her money to start her business, and her very first job turned out to be breaking up my own marriage. "Jessie, what's the point of a loveless marriage? You've wasted Harold's time for five years. Are you really going to keep clinging to him and making him miserable for the rest of his life?" my best friend asked. I laughed at the self-righteous nonsense she was spouting and had security escort her out. She came right back, though, this time with a so-called "Anti-Mistress Alliance", live-streaming the chaos as they broke into my company. "The one who isn't loved is the real intruder!" "Fight for love at all costs!" They chanted while smashing up my office. I watched them calmly, waiting until they wore themselves out before pulling out a contract. "The 100,000 dollars you borrowed from me has been overdue for six months. If you don't repay it soon, I'll be forced to take legal action. "And, the lab equipment you've destroyed is valued at 5,550,000 dollars. You'll need to compensate me at full price. "Otherwise, I'll see you in court."

Cornton playboy Justin Swanson openly declares that he only keeps girlfriends around for one month at a time and never falls in love. Women hoping to marry into wealth line up from one side of the city to the other. After all, when he is in a good mood, he rewards them with a villa. Even when he isn't pleased, there is still a million-dollar breakup payout. I am a joke to everyone in Cornton. They say I'm the most humiliated rich man's wife in all of history. They all assume I will put up with him forever. That is, until Justin brings home a college goer named Kayla Holt. She looks pretty ordinary, yet she becomes the first woman to make him break away from his vow of only having one woman as a girlfriend for a month. Justin gives me two choices. The first is to accept an open marriage and let Kayla stand on equal footing with me. The second is to divorce him, take half the assets, and walk away with no strings attached between us. His friends stand nearby, enjoying the show. They are convinced I will stay and keep playing the patient, long-suffering wife for the money. But I choose the second option without hesitation. In my previous life, I choose to tolerate Justin's infidelity, only for Kayla to become more and more demanding. She forbids Justin from touching me, and she forbids him from giving me any property. In my old age, I can only watch with envy as Kayla is surrounded by children and even grandchildren. When Justin dies, his will does not mention me a single time. All of his inheritance goes to Kayla. I spend my entire life clinging to the title of Mrs. Swanson, only to end up completely alone. After getting a second chance at life, I am no longer hung up on him. I understand clearly that I should take the money and leave. From now on, he and I have nothing to do with each other anymore.

The marrige was supposed to the happiest thing that happened in my life but it turned out to be the bane of my existence. Bringing his ex lover into our house was not the problem. He laid her on our matrimonial bed and locked me out. A marrige crumbled that night but something else was born. I was carrying his child, the only link we had now but the end still remained we may never be together again because I had someone else.

As soon as my husband sat at the dining table, he couldn't stop himself from talking. The humiliations of my school days had become his favorite entertainment, served up to his drinking buddies like appetizers. "Back then, she got her clothes torn off in the bathroom, beaten so badly she crawled on the ground like a dog, too terrified to make a sound. If it weren’t for my kindness—" That was it. I couldn’t take it anymore. I told him I wanted a divorce. He laughed it off, utterly unbothered. "Seriously? It’s just a joke! That was ages ago. You’re way too uptight—it’s just for a laugh, right?" For a laugh? Was I the only one with a past? Did he think he was untouchable? Maybe I should tell a few embarrassing stories about his precious childhood sweetheart. Fine. If it’s all about “fun,” I hoped his sweetheart found it equally hilarious when her turn came.