Dress Quotes

Justin Davidson and Eva Walker, the long-lost heiress of the Walker family, fell in love. But Eva's adopted sister, Stella, drove a wedge between them. Even after Stella’s death, Justin couldn’t let go of her. He trampled Eva’s dignity, hurt her body, and forced her to wear Stella’s wedding dress and ring when he proposed. Eva’s parents only had eyes for Stella, too. To pressure Eva further, Justin even went so far as to hurt Eva's grandmother, the one who had raised her. On the day of the wedding rehearsal, Eva finally decided to walk away. However, when the truth came out, Justin dropped to his knees and begged her not to leave.

"Who are you?" tanong ni Arlon habang hawak sa braso ang isang bata na babae. "Let go of me. You scumbag!" The arrival of his daughter awakened a longing for connection and love that he had never known. He loved Charlotte unconditionally but found himself lost, unsure of how to bridge the gap that had formed between them. Umiiyak si Charlotte sa isang kwarto. Puno iyon ng mga laruan na pambata, stuff toys at puno ang closet niya ng magaganda na dress ngunit wala sa mga iyon ang nakakuha ng ngiti at attention ng batang si Charlotte. As fate intertwined their lives, the complexities of love, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bond of family began to unfold. In their journey through the trials of life, would they discover that true strength lies not in perfection, but in the messy, beautiful reality of loving one another? "Wala sa inyo ni Miss Ophelia ang nagmatch ng blood type ng bata. Paano nangyari iyon?" May isang babae ang umiiyak na tumatakbo patungo sa emergency room na talagang kamukha ng nagpakilala na ina ni Charlotte at nakasama niya ng gabi na iyon. Cordelia Monteveros the woman who have a mentally unstable and walang kakayahan makapagsalita. Putikan ang dulo ng suot nito na puting dress at nakapaa. Hinawakan siya ng babae, puno ng pag-aalala at paulit-ulit na hinila ang sleeve niya— gumawa ng mga hand sign language na talagang hindi maintindihan ni Arlon. Nanatili si Arlon na nakatingin sa babae na akala niya na hindi na niya na ulit makikita at doon narealize ni Arlon na nakagawa siya ng malaking pagkakamali. In a world where family ties are tested by secrets, control and power.

He pushed me to the wall and quickly guided me with both hands so that I couldn't escape "You are going no where, you can't escape from me today. I must have you, your body and soul is mine!" "please stop this, I have a boyfriend!". "Boyfriend? From today onwards, I will be the only one to make love to you". He tore the front part of my dress, revealing my bra that was holding my huge firm breasts in place. I attempted to cover up myself and run away but his grip on my hands was too strong. I kicked him at his manhood area and he was weakened and finally, I could escape. But as I ran to the door and tried to open it, I realized that it was locked with its key removed!!

He left her at the altar. She returned with his child and the power to ruin him. Arabella Monroe steps into the boardroom with ice in her veins and a little girl by her side who has Roman Callahan’s exact eyes. Seven years ago, she stood in a wedding dress, humiliated and pregnant, as Roman vanished without a word. Now, the tables have turned. Roman’s tech empire is crumbling. Hers is rising faster, louder, and unstoppable. And the one patent that could save his company? Arabella owns it. She came for business. She came for blood. But when old sparks reignite and buried betrayals claw their way back, Arabella must decide: Can she destroy the man who broke her without breaking what’s left of her heart?

On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer: [$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.] So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs. Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling. “You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic. “You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!” I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation. “You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir. “And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”

"What is it? Who sent it?" "It's the usual," Lucy replied with a shrug. "Ah," Adrienne took the package from Lucy and opened it. Inside, there was a red, sexy dress and matching heels, along with a note. The note read, "Wear this tonight ~ BOSS." ***** Adrienne is a woman who has it all - brains, beauty, money, power and a heart that's been closed off for years. Adrienne's past has left her crippled emotionally, and the only constants in her life are her successful business and personal assistant, Daniel. But when Ryan, the heir to a conglomerate, enters her life, she feels a spark of curiosity, not love or infatuation. As their relationship develops, Adrienne is confronted with the painful reality of her past and the people responsible for it. She's faced with a choice: to follow her heart or seek revenge. Will she find peace or further heartbreak?

On our wedding night, my fiancé's best friend barged into our room for the third time, claiming a wedding prank. Having had enough, I warned Sam Whitman that if we didn't consummate our marriage that night, it was as good as over. He glanced at my half-unbuttoned dress and dismissed my words as a tantrum. Then Candace Lombard stormed in for the ninth time, ripped off the covers, and livestreamed our intimate moments. Sam merely pushed me aside and told me to be understanding. She climbed into our bed, smirking as she claimed the spot between us. "Wedding night prank? I get it," I grinned, leaning into her livestream camera. "Alright, everyone, fire up those donations! I'm about to let my husband take a mistress live. Let's make it a show!"

“Sometimes the devil doesn’t come to destroy you—he comes to finish what love couldn’t.” --- I saw a woman at the ballroom. Average height, stunning, sexy rose lips, black wavy hair, eyes sharp as spear, solid black heel higher than a new pencil. A long indigo dress that reminds you of the sea – my favourite. Then the v-cut from the foot of the dress to the damn hip. Crazy black designs all over. But now one thing is missing— her mask. I, Rafael Goldman, am known for having everything I want, no matter what it is, and getting the sweetheart of late Eric McCoy would be a thing worth my while... Especially if this particular person is exactly like my miha. --- LATER I held my balance on Preston; his thrusts punched the air from my lungs, another made my vision spark white. I screamed his name into the steam, my hair soaked, water dancing off my eyelashes. He fucked me like atonement, like penance, like the only god he believed in lived between my thighs. He groaned against my throat and it sent shivers down my spine. I saw his pupils in mine, holding the gaze steady. He cupped my cheek and gave me an aggressive kiss before I broke it, forcing his head to my neck. He kissed my throat, teeth scraping the pulse that was trying to kill me. I laughed softly, ragged and vicious, and bit his lip until I tasted blood. That particular finger staggered back to my cunt again and forced its way into my pussy while his dick was still inside, grinding me. Suddenly his left hand came over my mouth, cupping it firm, blocking my screams. --- Content Trigger Warning !! Contains BDSM, violence, sex, strong language, misogyny which may upset some viewers... ---

Colter Giordano, my fiancé of six years, heir to the Giordano family, took a bullet for a dancer named Mia. He didn't take one for me. A bullet tore through my shoulder. Blood bloomed across my dress, hot and sticky. But my heart hurt worse. He asked if I was okay. Just once. Then he rushed Mia to the hospital, leaving me bleeding on the floor. The next day, Mia's picture popped up on my Instagram feed. There she was, in a luxury hospital suite. Colter was fussing over a scratch on her arm that was barely there. The caption was just two words: "My Hero." I liked the post. Then I made an encrypted call. "The Falcone family's offer," I said. "I'm taking it. Get me on a plane to Sicily. Three days."

At Ryder Quinn’s kindergarten parent-child sports day, I expected my husband, Michael Quinn, to be away on a business trip. Instead, I found Michael on stage, dressed in a ballet tutu, dancing as one of the "little swans" in the fathers’ performance. I had barely taken a step forward when a little girl in a floral dress darted into his arms, calling out to him in the sweetest voice, "Daddy!" There they stood: Michael, his assistant, Janine Carter, and her daughter—all in matching family outfits. The moment our eyes met, Michael quickly pulled away from her, fumbling for an excuse. "Janine’s a single mom. It isn’t easy for her. I was just helping out." I smiled, cold and steady, and handed him the divorce papers. "Then, do me a favor too, Michael. Stop wasting my youth."