Novel & Cerita Divergent Fanfic

#ScumbagAdam #Is it legal to get married immediately after a divorce #SlutKayla #Justice4Renee #AdamKaylaMarriage "Honestly, I feel so bad for Renee." "Harborview City's most beautiful woman was dumped just like that. Adam Graham is a blind fool." "Kayla isn't even fit to lick Renee's toes." "Adam Graham is scum through and through." "You'll have a better time making deals with the devil than trusting a man." "Love is dead." "Oh, no… My ship sank." -

Vivian murmured in a spoiled voice as she felt my change. I immediately turned the tables, roughly pinning Vivian's body down—a ferocity that was not actually directed at her. I kissed her greedily, but behind my closed eyelids, the face I saw was Davian's. The hair I grabbed was that man's short hair. "Dewangga, you're so powerful!" Vivian moaned, surprised and delighted by the intensity I gave her. She didn't know that my every touch was an outlet for my forbidden obsession with her brother.

“Galvin, I understand you want to build our future. Why don’t you marry another girl you can introduce to your grandparents?” “What?” Galvin thought he heard it wrong, and she was joking. But Fiona continues blabbing, which gives him a headache listening to her, explaining that if they genuinely love each other and are meant to be together, he can divorce his contracted wife, and she will give up her career. “You’re kidding me, Fiona! You know you are the only rightful Mrs. Hudson!” Galvin became irritated. Hence, Fiona racked her head to find a way to appease him.

Slowly, he lifted his head, locking his piercing grey eyes onto mine. "This contract was supposed to be simple," Darien whispered. His breathing was quiet but intense in the dark room. "A legal alliance. A business merger to secure both of our families. But you are making it impossible to keep the lines clean." "Am I?" I asked, leaning forward slightly. My heart was hammering against my ribs as I looked down into his face. "Or are you just angry that you care more than the contract allows you to?" Darien’s jaw clenched, a muscle twitching violently in his cheek. He rose from the floor in one fluid, towering movement, but instead of pulling me into his chest with his usual brutal dominance, h

"You want me to touch you. To save you. To mark and mate you but you know that cannot work, Little mate. You will always be mine... my slave and-" "No!" She broke away from him, shocking the three men. Divine shifted on his feet, scared for her. "I will be your slave but that does not make me yours. You rejected me, Zenith. Tell that to your beast. He needs to understand that." She gritted out. A devilish smirk curled at the edge of his lips in amusement, the pain he was feeling subsiding a bit.

The video on the screen has looped back to my own face mid-chorus, mouth shaping the word *devil* over a photo of Rafael’s smile. Dante taps the space bar. The room goes silent. “So,” I say. “You’ve seen my fanfiction.” His jaw tightens. “That is not your fanfiction,” he says. “It’s a revisionist history starring a man who didn’t pay your freedom price.” “Our marriage certificate doesn’t make you a better man than him,” I shoot back. “Just a richer one.” “Maybe,” he says. “But it does make me the one who has to manage the fallout when the world decides you belong to someone else.”

My hands tremble as I scroll through, each one more foul than the last. @Alpha1: Home wrecker!!! Literally ate their marriage certificate 🤣 @Lucelest_lover: This is the woman he left our Goddess Celeste for? 🤣🤣 @CrossLaurentis: I know right. Such a pig. @anon.omega: Not her big self trapping him with a bastard. @Atlas67: I thought Lucien would at least have better taste? Filing for divorce for “that” is definitely a choice. @MimilovesCeleste: Men will sleep with anything🤢

He added in a harangue: “That Vivian in any essence has no legal right to divorce him, and that divorce proceeding is the act of a hussy.” This is night Charles was staid and grew in constant speculation on this divorce case till he was seized by drowsy fit and fell fast asleep on a wooden bed. In his sleep, he dreamt about Vivian being married to a man richer than himself – with whom she had gone shopping. In his dream, he saw that she was pregnant and would soon bear a child to her second husband. In that fantasy also, she waved him goodbye and could not show love interest on him any longer. While she was waving him, he ran towards to grip her for an embrace, as he use to do during the per

Inside me, everything is falling apart. My heart breaks all over again, slow and painful. Every doubt I ever try to silence comes rushing back at once. The kidnapping. The pot-bellied man’s words. His ex-wife’s poisonous hints. And now Alpha Kael. All of it points to the same ugly thought, my mating with Lucien has something to do with revenge. Oh, Goddess. The pain wraps tight around my chest, squeezing until it hurts to breathe. I don’t want to believe this. I can’t. A part of me clings desperately to the hope that none of it is real, that love isn’t a lie dressed up as fate.

I ask Dante, still studying the photo. “Our team at IronClad is blocking it.” I nod. Good. “My source says Ashford filed for divorce this afternoon,” Vivian adds. “He is cleaning house now that his lover is back.” I make a sound. It might be a laugh, but it is cold and dry. I turn away from the window and sit behind the desk. My desk now. For the first time all day, I feel a spark of interest. “His wife,” I say, leaning back on the chair. “Do we have a name?”