Diane Foxington Blue Dress

I had returned from overseas to attend my foster son's wedding, already wearing my dress for the evening. My former high school classmates recognized me and pointed at me, laughing wildly. They tore my dress off me without hesitation. Ruby Saunders apologized to me, but it was all an act. She looked at me with malevolence. She had instigated her lackeys to strip me in public. When I tried to retaliate, she slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I closed my eyes and laughed coldly as I saw the cruel excitement on her face. She used to imitate me and accuse me of copying her, but I always endured it. However, today was my last straw. I would not allow her to marry into my family and turn me into her mother-in-law, no matter what!

My mother wants his head on a silver platter, I want my baby back in my arms. Let's rewind shall we? Axel was once the one man I would give my life for. I loved him with everything in me. Our union was forbidden because of our pack's blood feud, yet, I gave up everything for him, to be with him. But soon, I realized that not all that glitters is truly gold… It was supposed to be love, but it turned out to be a game of love for him. A game where he was the cruel player and I was the dwindled pawn. An item for revenge of his pack against mine, he had called me. I became use and discard, and his pack took my baby away from me…. But what he doesn't know is that he messed with the wrong person. Because, I, Diane will not stop until I have given the cruel Alpha a taste of his own medicine Two can play this game of deceit. ******* Axel I lifted the bride’s veil and was shocked by who was behind it. Instead of my bride, Sofia, who is also my fated mate, I found Diane, the woman I used, in her place, offering me a full blown smirk. “Surprise, surprise!” Her eyes shined mischievously. “You….Where is my bride?” I roared, eyes blazing. In the next second, the cocking of a gun resounded in the room, as she pressed the pistol to my forehead. “Marry me now Alpha or Sofia dies….” She commanded. ******** Fire x fire collide under one roof once again, after a tricked marriage, none willing to succumb to defeat in a twisted game of love. Is revenge the endgame or will the intimacy from their past together consume them whole once again?

This is the biography of a 21-year-old young woman, Victoria Carlson. To her, her stepfather's massive manhood is her best coming-of-age present. "Vicky, Daddy just wants to give you a surprise," my stepfather, Charlie Kramer, says as he rips my dress off me roughly.

The night before our wedding, my fiancée let her so-called "best friend" butcher the gown my late mother had sewn, chopping it into a revealing mini dress. I rushed over with the ruined dress in my arms, ready to demand answers: only to catch their voices through the door: "Imagine him expecting me to wear something a dead woman stitched. What a curse!" Through the narrow gap, I saw my distant, frigid fiancée flushed with color, straddling his lap. "What we did at the bridal shop wasn't enough," she murmured. "Tomorrow, walking down the aisle in this tiny dress you made me, it'll be even more exhilarating." Their lips met. My hand froze against the door, and inside, something broke with a soundless crack. If she longed for thrills, I would grant her some.

The scoundrel cheated on his sister, and she caught him in the marital bed. In a fit of rage, she put on her wedding dress and climbed into the bed of the scoundrel's younger uncle, and thus transformed herself into his little aunt.

A year after Easton Carter turns down my 99th proposal, he calls me in the middle of the night, crying like his world's falling apart. He says his grandmother is dying and her last wish is to see him married. He tells me he's finally ready. He's already ordered the dress and booked the venue. But when I show up at the venue in my wedding dress, his friends burst out laughing. "You actually believed that? And you even swapped the cheap dress he ordered for a custom-made one? You're the queen of pathetic!" Then one of them yells, "Look, the groom's side piece showed up to crash the wedding!" "Security, come get this homewrecker!" Guests turn to stare like they're watching a joke unfold. Easton doesn't even look at me. He turns to the woman he loves and says, "I told you I'd ruin this wedding for you. I meant it. If you can't have him, no one will!" She gives him a satisfactory smile. Then, he finally glances at me. "Tina said you did her a favor today. When we get married, you can be the bridesmaid, and you can still spend time with us after that." So, he brought me here just to help his sweetheart ruin her crush's wedding. But when Easton finally looks up at the wedding banner and realizes that I'm the bride, his eyes flare with rage.

He paused and kissed her neck, turning the pale skin to red before retracting his move to fix his eyes on her, and leisurely replied. "Unfortunately, you cant wear the dress over there." He chuckled and passed a box over to her hand. "And the fortunate news is I prepared a dress for you." Ariana was a cursed little girl who could see ghosts. Her family hated her and threw her from one adoptive family to another. However, misfortune didn't act alone. When she was brought up by her aunt, she was sold as a slave. When she had thought she would become nothing but a sacrifice to the sorcerer, she was saved by a man whose identity was far different than a normal mythical being, but never knew that the man who saved her will indeed be her worst nightmare.

I don't know what to think. I don't know what this feeling is all about. Is this normal? Definitely not. Not only was he in his thirties while I was just 19, but we were also never meant to fall in love because he was my teacher. There is no way.... What is wrong with my heart? Oh God. I think I am in love with my math teacher." My hand pushed against his chest as I took a step back. "Please, I can't breathe with you so close.. "You think I can?" He snapped, gripping my wrist and hauling me to himself. "You think it's been easy for me to stand in front of the class, avoiding your eyes and trying to keep myself from thinking about you while teaching." My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. Was he also in love with me? Did that one-night stand mean something to him too? I thought I was just like other students to him. ***** Diane's heart was shattered when she found out her boyfriend didn't love her and was only using her to win a dare game. To clear her head, she ended up having a one-night stand with a strange man only to find out the following week that he was the new math professor, Leo. Diane thought she had pushed him off her head, but seeing him again sparked up the feelings she never knew existed inside her. It was forbidden, enough scandal to destroy his career, but he couldn't let go; neither could she. What happens when she find out his secret identity and realized he was part of a deadly Mafia organization that she should have never meet in the first place.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress. From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers. Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett." It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember. But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary. Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in a decade. "Let's get divorced, Jaxon."

⚠️ Warning: Abuse, descriptive sexual acts, please refrain from reading this if you're below 18, forbidden love, BDSM, sex control, manipulation. "Take off your dress,” he ordered, his voice quiet but commanding. One guard hesitated and tried to speak, “But, sir—” Damian’s cold stare silenced him immediately. “I said take it off,” he repeated, this time with no room for argument. The guards exchanged nervous looks and then left the room, closing the door with a chilling finality. Aurora was now alone with this man, the one who had bought her like an object. Her dress felt heavy, her heels like chains. Taking a shaky step toward him, her breathing echoed in the silence. “Please,” Aurora whispered, dropping to her knees. “I’m only eighteen. Don’t do this.” Her voice was small, trembling, but she knew he held all the power.