Dumping Ex And Spoiled By Heartthrobs Novels & Stories

Drake Peterson’s company stock drops 3% amid board unrest. My chest tightened. Even now. Even after everything. Our lives remained tangled. I whispered into the empty room, “I’m not your weakness anymore.”

Anna explained, igniting Jason's anger and making it burn even brighter in his heart. Jason's eyes darkened. His jaw tightened, making his teeth clench. “Alena! She's gone too far! She dared to hurt Mama,” Jason fumed, clenching his fists. “But where did Alena get the money to hire thugs? I'm sure hiring thugs isn't cheap.” "You know your ex-wife is a slut, right? She likes to seduce rich men, just like she seduced the Scott family heirs. Maybe Alena got a lot of money from satisfying rich men, and then she paid those three thugs."

That's why your birthday gift was delayed. The blood drained from my face. I slowly lifted my eyes to the shiny silver car parked a few feet away. Moments ago, it had looked beautiful. Now it looked filthy. My vision blurred. One final message appeared. [I wonder if they cleaned it properly. Do you smell anything?] My hand began to shake. The phone slipped from my fingers. Julian caught it before it hit the ground. "Careful, baby…”

"Mr. Sumner, the person in the center of the crowd appears to be Ms. Jayston—" Before he finished speaking, the sound of a car door opening came from behind. Spencer turned in surprise to see Damon swiftly crossing the street. For the first time, Nyla felt time dragging on endlessly. With each passing second, it seemed like Valarie's breathing grew fainter. In her daze, she was transported back six years to when Harrison Pharmaceuticals went bankrupt and Harrison had coughed up blood and collapsed in front of her. The ringing in her ears grew deafening. She covered her ears, her already pale face now nearly colorless.

A face you could display in a museum. Shit, I’m doing it again. I’m breaking my own heart. It’s true that Mike has broken a lot of hearts over the years. So many hearts. And they were all pretty. Some of Mike’s exes have actually contacted me to plead, curse, insult, or do whatever. But in all those years, none has ever hit on me. I don’t know how to feel. On the one hand, I’m hurt. On the other hand, I admit it’s brilliant. Should I hate Desiree for putting me in this position or admire her ingenuity?

"I guess you really do have mental issues, Isla. Think about it—why would the Don possibly marry a nobody like you?" But before he could finish, Mark's icy gaze swept over him. Christopher immediately snapped upright and pressed a hand to his chest, nodding respectfully. "Don Vittorino, this is my ex-girlfriend. She couldn't handle our breakup back then and has since developed mental issues. That's why she offended you." But Mark didn't listen at all. He just strode over and pulled me into his arms, not caring the least bit that the mud on me was smearing all over his custom-made suit embroidered with dark gold rose patterns.

My comments exploded. [Bro is so obsessed with a woman he's making up accusations.] [Check Mara's company's official account. They already called the police. Justice finally wins.] [People like this belong in jail. Get help and stop losing your mind online.] Comments. Messages. Nothing but insults. I turned off my phone and buried my face in my knees. "Mom... that guy looks so sad..." "Come on. Stay away from people like that. Who knows what diseases homeless people have." Their footsteps faded.

The group of people who had just been fawning over Kathy and showering me with insults heard my words and broke out in a cold sweat, their faces turning ashen. They never dreamed that the man they had mocked and trampled on was the legendary husband doted on by the Weyland heiress. In that moment, fear and regret flooded their minds. But I had been wearing the famous "Heart of Eternity" watch, making my identity clear from the start. They had been blinded by their own arrogance, stupid beyond saving.

he said and he winked at me. After Dracula, we watched Twilight where Jane threw another enormous amount of jokes around, mostly about sparkly stuff, mind reading and predicting the future and after we put on Underworld. “I'm going to be like Selene with my ex-boyfriend when I see him. Oh, and actually also your ex-boyfriend Tris,“ Jane said, nudging me in the shoulder. I turned to her with wide eyes. “We're sharing the same ex-boyfriend,“ I said with a shocked expression. “Enough about ex-boyfriends,“ Damon snapped. Jane rolled her eyes at me and focused on the tv again.

I had thrown her to the pureblood Wolf Replacements to secure my own survival in the collapse, and the yearning was eating my mind alive. I walked back to my desk, my brain swimming in a toxic fog. My cock was still wet, still hanging out of my jeans, but I didn't bother tucking it away. I didn't care who saw. The cum cooling on my stomach was already drying into white flakes, itching against my skin. "You're pathetic, jerking off to a ghost." Vex stepped out of the hallway shadows, her voice dripping with cold disdain. Her eyes flicked down to my exposed cock, still soft, still wet, and her lip curled.