Dear Evan Hansen The

The youngest billionaire in town with looks of Adonis and everything at his feet desired just one thing more in life. His perfect match. He wished for a wife whose beauty would turn heads, a smile which would lighten up his world and figure which would curve perfectly under his fingers. A beauty who spoke with etiquette and made him proud. But he got her A mediocre girl with average looks, fierce personality and no curves. Outspoken and downright rude. She was everything he didn't want his wife to be like. But who could defy when their souls were bound by threads of fate. She was insecure And he fueled it further She considered herself inferior to him And he used every chance to make it a belief. She had a beautiful delicate golden heart And he made sure to taint it black and crush it under his Gucci shoes. She was his not so beautiful wife And he made sure that nothing left of her could be ever considered beautiful. "I will taint every damn fibre of your body my dear Elle...every bit of it till you beg me to divorce you" -Ashton "I will love every flaw of you my dear husband ...each and everyone till this heart beats for you" -Elle BEAUTY SERIES: Book 1 His not so beautiful wife Book 2 His Scarred Beauty

My boyfriend’s mistress played the role of a sweet, clueless beauty, but behind the facade, she swapped out my skis before the competition, leading to my tragic death.   In my final moments, her venomous words echoed in my ears. “With you gone, no one will ever underestimate me again. Your boyfriend, your place in the club, they’ll all be mine! “Be a dear and just die for me, won’t you?”   Unbearable resentment and fury burned like wildfire in my chest.   When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the starting line of the competition.  

If you ever see someone who killed the person who's dear in your heart, what will you do? Revenge. That's probably the word that will come to our mind. Accalia was just living her ordinary life not until that night come. She believes in mythical creatures but she wasn't prepared to meet one of them. Werewolves. It was just a myth for her. But it was changed when she become a hunter of them. By finding and chasing the one who killed her mother, what would Accalia encounter more? And what would she find out about her identity?

He is ruthless, he is cold, he is cruel and he is none other than Axel Raven, a heartless, powerful mafia boss who was also a Tribid. No one could tame the fire of merciless anger that burnt in him until a day came that an innocent, abandoned and unconscious Violet, whom he named invaded his life, and causes him to feel the butterflies he never thought he possessed. Would Axel push Violet away like he has always done to the people dear to him or will he follow his heart and breed her in his love?

The pills I keep by my bedside have been swapped with vitamins. I almost die after getting a heart attack. After the stent surgery, I ask my husband, Evan Whitmore, to find out who did it. I just want the truth. However, he doesn't even look up and just brushes me off. "It was just a mistake. Cecilia probably grabbed the wrong bottle. She bought those vitamins for me. "Don't push this. She has asthma. She can't handle stress." I stare at him in shock, my chest tightening. I can't tell if the pain is from my healing heart or from the words he just threw at me. Cecilia Monroe is his secretary, and he always takes her side. That moment is when I realize that our five years of marriage mean nothing to him at all.

When you're pregnant, your bf ghosted you immediately after you told him the news. Your brother's buddy, Albert, the alpha billionaire, stepped in and offered you a job as his personal secretary. Things got wild when you ran into your no-good bf again. He provoked you, and impulsively, you kissed Albert for revenge.Little did you know, Albert's fame meant that kiss was caught by a swarm of reporters. Right then, Albert dropped to one knee in his sleek suit and reached out his hand. "My dear, will you marry me?"

After being tricked by the Princess of her kingdom and her dear cousin, Esmeray is sacrificed to the Lore king as a sacrificial bride. The Lore king is furious to find out this betrayal and locks up Esmeray in his palace, forever. Determined to run, Esmeray finds out that the Lore king is hiding a dark secret and has soft nature, inside. She soon, unravels the secret surrounding the Lore king and her family, that bounds her eternally and curses her forever. But what will she do after finding it out, as her kingdom and the whole world is crumbling? Who'll she choose then? her kingdom, her family, the Lore king or herself?

At the very beginning, he had said to her, "Wanwan, I shall fill your days with joy and happiness." Later on, he had said, "Ye Wanwan, why don't you go to hell?" As she stood upon the edge of a cliff and looked down into the abyss below, a serene expression settled on her face as she whispered helplessly, "It seems that after everything we've been through, we won't be growing old together after all, my dear Qing." At the moment of her death, however, he felt a twinge of pain in his heart. To whom would his love belong henceforth?

“I wish I can divorce you but the court clearly states that no divorce until the second year of marriage. Which means, we are stuck with each other. And until then, you are not leaving my sight. That means, you now live in this house, and now work for me!” He retorted. “Deal with that, princess.” The princess was said in a demeaning way. I took a shameful walk back to the sofa I got up from and sank into it. Two years with Evan Blackman? Or the street? Which would it be? ***** After Katie Malory divorced her husband who was cheating on her, she found herself rejected by the only family she had ever known. Left to suffer on the street with no single penny to her name, she was met with the rude shock that she had married a man who had always shown her that he would rather die than look at her twice. How the mistake happened, she couldn’t comprehend. But she knew she only had two options to choose from. The street of the home of the man who hated her with every fiber of his being.

Evan Moore is the perfect husband in everyone's eyes. He gives me a grand wedding and fully supports my career dreams. When I faced a difficult labor, he stayed by my side, kneeling for a full day and night until he nearly passed out from exhaustion. Afterward, he held me in his arms, sobbing until his eyes were red and swollen, his voice trembling with fear. "Honey, let’s not have any more kids… It's just too much." From then on, he spends his days and nights at the monastery, praying devoutly for me and our son, earning the title of the city’s most pious CEO. But one day, by pure chance, I glimpse the handwritten scriptures he keeps so carefully copied. And that's when I realize every word, every stroke, is a confession of his undying love… for his first love. All his tenderness, all his care—it was never truly for me. It was learned for her. I was nothing more than practice—a stand-in for his so-called true love.