Divergent Reviews Novels & Stories

Samantha replied with a sad voice. “Your husband is fine now, go back to your room. Doctor Jean will be here soon,” Mrs Clyde spoke. She nodded humbly and took a final glance at Ryker before turning back to the stairs. “Sophia, you should go catch some rest. You've been up all night while Claris was out to God knows where,” Mrs Clyde said to her. “We also need a meeting with Ken, mom. He said OTECH might consider withdrawing from the deal due to last night's saga. They believe Ryker is into drugs and it's not good for our company's reputation at all,” Sophia said sadly.

My mother suddenly suffered a brain hemorrhage, and I needed to pay $80,000 for surgery immediately. I called my wife right away. Before I could finish, she cut me off impatiently. "Gabriel Cole, didn't we agree when we got married that we'd keep our finances separate? Your mother being sick is your family's problem. Why should you touch my savings? Can't you have a little respect for the contract?" Then my stepson's sneering voice came through from her side. "Uncle Gabriel, can you stop morally blackmailing my mom? As a grown man, isn't it pathetic that you can't even pay your own mother's medical bills? Stop bothering us while we're eating sushi." Because I couldn't pay the fee in tim

"You are supposed to be at the hotel handling the media press fallout from the ballroom incident. This is an internal operational restructuring review with the secondary committee." "The review is finished, Adrian," Darien said flatly. He walked straight down the length of the room, keeping his body positioned slightly in front of mine until we stopped five feet away from his cousin. His voice carried an absolute finality that caused two of the elderly directors to push their chairs back from the glass table.

“Boss will you tell him that whatever he says never makes any sense?” Leo demands storming into the office with coming in hot behind him “ No, tell him that I am right and he’s just delusional.” Noah huffs plopping on the chair in front of my desk “What the hell are you two talking about?” I groan, rubbing the bridge of my nose. Ever since I assigned Leo’s brother Noah to the team they have done nothing but argue. “ He said that waffles are better than pancakes.” Noah gasps

Credit Alert, for a second, I just stared at the numbers. My breath caught. “That can’t be right,” I whispered to myself. It was more than I expected, more than I have ever earned. My fingers trembled slightly as I refreshed the banking app to confirm it wasn’t a glitch. It wasn’t. My heart began to race. I was still staring at my screen when it buzzed again. Another alert. I blinked. Confused. The second amount was… bigger. Much bigger. My stomach dropped. I quickly turned the phone slightly away from curious eyes nearby. My pulse thudded in my ears as I refreshed the app again.

I felt a slight pressure on the barrier and increased my focus so it wouldn’t give way. “Not bad,” Lucas muttered as he continued to probe the dome-like presence in my mind. I didn’t want to admit it, but the compliment felt good. I flinched when Lucas applied more pressure to the barrier from multiple points. He commented softly through the onslaught, “Let’s see how strong you really are.”

I grinned as I drank my wine. “It's easy to proclaim your love for me but not discuss marriage proposals?” He's still asking? “Bangi, it's different. Being in a relationship is different from getting married. Marriage seems like a life sentence and you don't just walk away, there's a process called divorce. I don't like drama in my life.” It's easier to walk out of a relationship than out of a marriage.