Novel & Cerita Bring Him To His Knees Dramione

As soon as I get off the surgical table after my miscarriage, my husband, Presley Quinn, sends me a text message. "You were ten cents short when you paid your share of the power bill this month. Transfer the money to me immediately." I can only sit on the cold bench in the hospital on my own. The anesthesia has yet to wear out, but my belly is already hurting so much that I can practically feel it constricting on itself. The next thing I know, a new post appears on my social media homepage. It's a post made by Vivienne Ashford, the intern Presley is in charge of tutoring. In the photo, Vivienne can be seen holding a bouquet of flowers folded from money bills. A bright and radiant smile blooms on her face. The four-leaf clover necklace adorning her neck is the same necklace I've seen in Presley's purchase history two days ago. The caption of the photo writes, "I don't want a lot of money. I want a ton of love instead." Only then do I remember that today is Valentine's Day as well as my fifth-year anniversary with Presley. Over the past five years, Presley and I have been splitting every single bill, down to two decimal places. If I take a shower for more than 20 minutes, Presley demands that I pay extra for the water heater's power bill. When I cook myself some supper in the middle of the night, Presley wants me to split the gas bill generated by the stove. Even when my mom is hospitalized due to kidney failure and is waiting for her surgical bills to be settled, Presley refuses to lend me a single cent. Instead, he sends me a few links leading to web loans. As I stare at the social media feed, I chuckle all of a sudden. It turns out that Presley does know how to spend money. It's just that he doesn't have the heart to spend it on me. I smile once again as I leave a like on the post. Then, I transfer the ten cents to Presley. From now on, I don't owe him any single penny.

He rejected her when she was weak. She rose when he lost her. Now the Alpha kneels before the Luna he broke.

Fated mates are supposed to be sacred. Mine used the bond like a weapon. Alpha Alan — the most feared wolf in Blackthorn — was supposed to be my destiny. My protector. My home. Instead, he broke our bond, stripped my clan, imprisoned my family, and forced me to my knees on a cold stone floor. And called it mercy. I survived anyway. The Blood Moon Pack found me when I had nothing left but the will to keep breathing. And Alpha George — steady, gentle, chosen — gave me something Alan never could. Safety without chains. Love without conditions. A future I had stopped believing I deserved. I became his Luna. I rebuilt everything they took from me. I finally understood the difference between fate and choice — and chose to never be someone's possession again. Then Alan came back. And he didn't come alone. Something ancient stirs in the shadows behind him — older than pack law, older than broken bonds, older than anything I have ever faced. It doesn't care about politics or the past. It wants only one thing. My bloodline. My unborn twins. Everything I have fought to protect. I am no longer the girl who begged for mercy on a cold stone floor. I am a Luna. A mother. A woman who was broken by one Alpha and rebuilt herself into something none of them were prepared for. He thought rejecting me was the end of my story. It was only the beginning of his ruin. And I will burn every pack to the ground before I let my family fall.

Behind the glamorous facade of a billionaire marriage, a toxic game of cat and mouse is unfolding. Maya Perkins thought she had it all - a jaw-droppingly handsome husband, Larry Jonathan, a life of luxury, and a love that would last forever. But when Larry's obsession with Brandy Owens, the seductive widow of his late friend (and campus sweetheart!), threatens to destroy everything, Maya is forced to make the one phone call she swore she'd never make. Lies, deceit, and betrayal collide in a shocking tale of love, lust, and the true cost of perfection. Will Maya survive the wreckage of her marriage, or will she become the latest casualty of a love that's gone lethally wrong?

On my coming-of-age ceremony, the pack elder has given me two choices—either marry Alpha Darius Vilkas, or enter a marriage alliance with the Solaris Pack. I choose the latter. Everyone in the Silvermoon Pack thinks I've gone nuts. After all, they know very well that I've been clinging to Darius for more than ten years. Every year, I make the same birthday wish, which is to become his mate. In my previous life, I got what I wanted. On the night of the full moon, Darius bit me on my nape and marked me. But Darius, who kept up a gentle and polite image in front of others, glared at me with only hatred brimming in his eyes behind locked doors. "If it wasn't for your shameless request to the elder, who forced me into mating with you, Ingrid wouldn't have entered that marriage alliance!" Only then did I realize that Darius was in love with my younger sister, Ingrid Whiteclaw, this whole time. In order to get revenge on me, Darius slept with various she-wolves every night. He made me endure the heartwrenching pain through our mate bond. On the day I was meant to go into labor, Darius personally fed me wolfsbane, which killed both me and my pup. Now that I'm reborn, I decide to grant his wish to be with Ingrid. But when he finds out that I'm about to enter the marriage alliance, he goes crazy from rage.

At my wedding, the giant screen that's supposed to show our photos suddenly switches to the groom's assistant's prenatal exam report. It clearly shows that he is the child's father. The assistant looks flustered and panicked as she rushes to apologize to me. The groom, on the other hand, stays perfectly calm and offers an explanation like it's no big deal. "I took pity on her because she got pregnant out of wedlock, so I went with her to the appointment and left my name. I'm going to be her kid's godfather, too." The day of her exam was also the day I went for my very first prenatal checkup. Everyone thinks I'll break down, but I simply reach up and tear off my veil. Then, I calmly schedule an abortion. "She really is pitiful, being pregnant without a partner by her side. She deserves this wedding more than I do." Then, I raise my champagne glass to congratulate him. "Congratulations to you both. May your shotgun wedding be a happy one, especially since it's happening with a bun in the oven."

On the eve of our wedding, Mabel Jones' first love, Carter Hayes, has shredded my custom-ordered suit that's worth a million dollars. The waistband of my pants has torn open, causing the pants to fall off my body. As such, I endhttps://gn.activitycms.com/hwyc-admin/bookManager/book/edit?bookId=31001354896# up humiliating myself in front of the wedding guests. Carter is still holding a pair of scissors as he looks at me innocently. "I'm so sorry, Aiden. I must have ruined your pants because I used a little more force than needed. You won't blame me for what happened, right?" Mabel rushes over and snatches the scissors away from Carter. She tells him, "Why should Aiden blame you? You offered to cut the loose thread out of the kindness of your heart. If anything, he's to be blamed for tearing the pants from how fat he is!" As I continue to lift the pants, I just watch Mabel and Carter interact with each other in a lovey-dovey manner. Now that my suit is ruined, it's time for me to wake up from my fantasy.

Before our bonding ceremony, my mate, Alpha Zarya, told me she had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Soren. She claimed he had a fatal moon-fade sickness, that his wolf was dying. If she didn’t mark him, he would die. I fought her on it. The next day, she moved Soren straight into the pack house penthouse. The suite meant for the future Head Mate. My suite. To calm me down, she even bowed her head—a rare show of weakness. “I’ll remove the mark as soon as he’s stable,” she promised. “You are still my only Head Mate.” But then Soren found me. He handed me a magical diagnostic report. Permanent Mark & Deep Knotting: Three Weeks. They hadn't just slept together. They had formed a permanent, deep-knotted bond long before she ever “confessed” to me. My world turned to ash. My pen bit into the calendar, scratching a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our bonding ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop. The email from the Laureate Healers Guild of Europe was waiting. I typed two words. "I accept."

In a world of betrayal and cruelty, Allison is cast adrift from the cold embrace of her family, her fate destined for the merciless hands of the Mafia. As a slave in the household of the ruthless Ndrangheta clan, Allison is at the mercy of Ramiro, a heartless Mafia boss who sees her as nothing more than a plaything for his insatiable desires. Amidst the suffocating brutality, a shocking revelation awaits. The fickle hand of Cupid strikes, binding the hearts of Allison and Ramiro in an unlikely romance, their passions colliding in a tempestuous embrace.As the embers of their forbidden love burn white-hot, will Allison be able to break free from the chains of enslavement that bind her to the Ndrangheta? Or will the allure of forbidden love entice her to stay, as the dark shadows of danger draw ever closer?

Doris thought the hardest part of her life was finally over the night she walked away from the man she wasted six years loving. She was wrong. After a humiliating breakup and a car accident that leaves her nearly broke, Doris clings to the only good thing she has left an interview invitation from Delvian Group, one of the most powerful companies in New York. She tells herself all she needs to do is survive the job, save enough money to rebuild her life, and stay out of trouble. Then she meets Delvis. The kind of man people lower their voices around without realizing it. The kind of man who looks at you once and somehow makes it feel like he already knows everything about you. Doris first meets him on the worst night of her life, but she does not realize the stranger from the accident is actually the CEO she is about to work for until it is already too late to run. Working for Delvis is nothing like she expected. The office is beautiful, expensive, and controlled down to the smallest detail, but underneath all that perfection, something feels wrong. People are nervous around him. Files disappear. Conversations stop when she walks in. His name barely exists online, and the deeper Doris digs, the more she realizes her boss is not just some wealthy businessman from Singapore. His family is tied to something darker. And then there is Ethan, Delvis’s charming fiancé, who smiles too easily, speaks too softly, and somehow makes Doris feel safe in a world that suddenly doesn’t. But safety inside Delvis’s world comes with a price. Because the deeper Doris falls into their lives, the harder it becomes to tell who is protecting her… and who is slowly destroying her.