Credence Couch Scene

On my wedding day, the first love of my boyfriend appeared and declared she wanted my place at the altar. Sobbing theatrically, she pleaded, "Claire, I’m seriously ill. You have your whole life to be with Evan. Just let me have this wedding." And my boyfriend backed her up without hesitation. "Claire, you’re already pregnant with my child, and we’ve signed the marriage papers. You’ve got everything you need. This wedding? It doesn’t matter." The guests gawked, while I stood there as the punchline of their jokes. But instead of causing a scene, I kept my composure. That same day, I booked an abortion and looked his first love straight in the eye with a smile. "Sure, take the wedding, and take him too. He’s all yours."

After my older sister Rachelle came home from dialysis, the atmosphere at home was suffocating. She curled up on the couch, thin as a rail. She was nagging me hard and telling me not to tire myself out too much at work. Dad was by the door smoking. To get money to treat Rachelle’s condition, he had sold our old house and land. Dirty and muddied, my fiance, who had always viewed Rachelle as a sister of his own, brought home his week’s salary. They all lamented how unfair life was to already poor and suffering people who had to suffer even more. I looked at myself in the mirror with my bleeding nose and flushed away the report with my acute leukemia diagnosis. During dinner, Dad suddenly said, “Ryleigh, Rachelle needs a kidney. You’re healthy and young. You might be a match.” I looked at Rachelle’s pleading eyes and coldly put my cutlery down. “I won’t do it. I’ll be a cripple with one less kidney. How am I supposed to find someone to marry then?” Dad slapped me hard, even as my fiance called me ungrateful. I slammed the door shut as I left. I looked for the nearest room to the hospital to rent so that I could wait it out until I died. The room I found was only five blocks away from the organ donation center.

« Qui êtes-vous ? » ... Après une nuit passée avec un homme mystérieux, Lilian « Lily » Grace se retrouve avec beaucoup de questions. Les choses prennent une autre tournure lorsqu'elle découvre, lors de son premier jour de travail, que l'homme avec qui elle a couché n'est autre qu'Alexander Sterling, PDG milliardaire et son nouveau patron, pour lequel elle travaille désormais comme secrétaire. À sa grande consternation, lorsqu'elle le retrouve, elle s'aperçoit qu'il ne se souvient ni d'elle ni de la nuit qu'ils ont passée ensemble. Quand elle découvre qu'elle est enceinte de lui, elle doit le cacher pour ne pas perdre son emploi. Alors que des forces inconnues commencent à la traquer, elle est lentement entraînée dans un monde dont elle ignore tout, où des ombres se cachent à chaque coin de rue. De la découverte de la véritable identité d'Alexander à la traque par un ennemi dont lui seul connaît les motivations, parviendra-t-elle à percer les secrets qui l'entourent ?

"Wait let me get this straight, you want me to get fat?" Cara does not know if she should be offended or threatened. Was this his grand plan to make her pay for the scene she caused? It's nuts. "Pregnant, so yeah," "You are going cuckoo, I am leaving." "A million dollars which you can use for payment of your mum's treatment and the rest, I don't care what you do with it." Cara stops to she process his words. ~~~ What happens when the billionaire meets one of the craziest girl on the planet? Well, for sure there's gonna be; Publicity stunts, hilarious arguments, living together Fake relationship, surrogacy, sex and many more. But is there gonna be love? There's only one way to find out..... WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE THEMES AND GRAPHIC LANGUAGES, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Cover by: @quirksofchole

Valentine lived with her abuser—her own father. Hence, she started to become responsible and independent at such a young age. With too many goals set in mind, she ended up seeing love as something stupid and a complete waste of time. Who would have known what her own life has in store for her? Her father got sent to the hospital, suffering a condition which she concluded was the consequence he needed to face after abusing her for so many years. A handsome man—her high school bully—appeared in the scene; Valentine was forced to wed him, bound by a contract in exchange for his financial support to pay the hospital bills for her father's treatments. He loved her; she hated him. Will they be able to stay together until their marriage contract ends? How will they face their own problems now that they're married but with no mutual feelings attached?

Carra Reed was investigating a crime scene when she was attacked by a giant black wolf. While trying to get away, the powerful jaw of the big canine got hold of one of her legs. Carra's agonizing scream was muffled by a massive explosion which turned the whole place into an inferno. As her consciousness faded into nothingness, the last thing Carra saw, was the great evil in the grey eyes of the canine. When she woke up, Carra found herself jn a different body and timeline entirely. In this epic fantasy-romance, medieval world, Carra would face arranged marriages with the ruling Lycan clan, troublesome family, supernatural mysteries and the Grey eyed wolf. There are humans, Machans (humans with wolf traits), Lycans (wolf shapeshifters), Vampires (blood spectrals), Lamians (humans with spectral traits). And war. This is a tale like no other.

On the eve of my wedding, my wife, Sharon Moonstone, drugged me and knocked me unconscious. She let her first love, Aaron Miller, take my place as the groom, standing beside her as they held the wedding that was supposed to belong to both of us. By the time I finally found them, they had already gone into the bridal suite and consummated their marriage. When I demanded answers, Sharon did not show a trace of guilt. "You live off me. You'd better behave. Make a scene, and we'll divorce." My heart went cold. I handed her the divorce papers, but she barely looked at them. "Looks like you've improved," she said lightly. "At least you know a performance should be convincing from start to finish."

My boyfriend is a lauded attorney. His true love rams into me with her car; my daughter stands bravely before me as the car explodes. She's blown to smithereens. I'm on the brink of death as I'm carried onto a stretcher, but my boyfriend holds his true love's face tenderly. His gaze is filled with heartache as he tells her that he'll get her off scot-free. He ruins the scene of the accident and buys off the witnesses. He even comes to the hospital to threaten me after I've been disfigured from the explosion. In the end, I die after the treatment doesn't help. It's only when the court announces the sentence that he realizes the deceased's personal details match mine perfectly.

Evadne has been married to Orion Ashford for half a year, but they still haven’t been blessed with a baby, which Orion has been eagerly hoping for. Little does Evadne know, in order for Orion to get the high position (CEO) in their company, he needs to have a baby. This has caused a growing rift between Evadne and her husband, as she is unable to provide what he desires. However, what hurt Evadne even more was when she finds out in the actual scene that her husband is having sex with another woman and in the same room and bed as their husband and wife. And what made it even more painful? She discovered that the woman her husband was having an affair with was none other than her friend, who had been temporarily staying at their house for a week.

The new reporter intern deliberately falsified the situation at the fire scene to secure a full-time position and create a headline. Because of her, firefighters who rushed in to fight the fire and nearly a thousand company employees were killed in an explosion. There were no bodies left to salvage. My husband, who was also my superior, gave false testimony for her sake and claimed I was the one who had made the decision. I lost my job, and everyone cursed me, telling me to die. On the day of the trial, a grieving family member of one of the victims threw a bottle of acid at me. I died in unbearable pain as the acid ate me alive. Meanwhile, my husband was busy comforting the intern. "Don't be afraid. She deserved this." When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she made that false coverage.