Cox Cable Henderson Nv Novels & Stories

" If you don't love him anymore as you claim then prove it." James said. " How." I asked. " Be my girlfriend." I was a 20 years old young adult and the only child of her mother. My dad was the CEO of Henderson group of companies, one of the best companies in the country. I study at Greenland campus, one of the best universities in the state but in exchange I have only two options; Get a husband before turning 25 or lose the company to my younger sister. Samantha. And now studying at Greenland campus I met with Emile and Ivy, my roommates and Ethan , my boyfriend. I watched Ethan and Samantha, my younger sister's video sex tape but wasn't surprised because I had planned it. I got humiliated and swore revenge when the video was posted on the student's platform and everyone got to know Ethan cheated on me with my sister. Still in between this James Hunter the celebrity steps in and I found myself falling for him. While Samantha always tried to prove to me she was on top of the game. I and James started a relationship. I trusted him and gave him all that he wanted. Then Dan happened to be Damien James's best friend. He was wearing a mask all this while. He was my long-time boyfriend. The guy I once loved. I left for home and told my mom about it but then she told me something unbelievable. " Your father already has a husband for you.". Heartbroken and depressed I left for a hotel only to later find out the worst thing ever. James wasn't really in love with me, he was just playing along with a DARE all this while.

“Ma’am, there’s no marriage record between you and Mr. Mark Henderson in the system.” My fingers tightened around the pregnancy report as my legs nearly gave out beneath me. Five years ago, Mark was recruited by a top law firm abroad with a high-paying offer. Without hesitation, I followed him across the ocean. He had told me, “Once I’m settled, I’ll take care of your status.” However, five years had passed, and my lawful permanent residence was still “in process.” Meanwhile, his assistant, Tonya Irving, who followed him abroad, had secured hers under his sponsorship. Back then, I made a scene, insisting on a divorce so I could return home. For the first time, the ever-composed Mark, an attorney, lost his calm. He grabbed my hand and said, “Tonya’s all alone out here, and it hasn’t been easy for her. Helping her is just the right thing to do. You’re my wife. Your status is only a matter of time. My work is sensitive right now, and I need to avoid any complications. You understand, don’t you?” But I had understood him for five whole years. My phone suddenly rang. Mark’s voice came through, light with laughter. “Tonya’s permanent residence was approved today. We’re celebrating tonight. I need you to get home early and cook up a feast.” I stared at the marriage license in my hand—now nothing more than a worthless piece of paper. A cold chill spread down my spine. As it turned out, I was never his legal wife. I had no legal status and no protection, much less rights secured for the child I was carrying. After hanging up, I scheduled an abortion and booked the earliest flight home. This time, I wouldn’t look back.