Everything She Ever Wanted True Story Novels & Stories

They were mostly petty squabbles over small amounts of money, none of which had ever truly endangered my life. Yet, the woman I loved and trusted had brutally tortured me to death on our wedding night. I took a deep breath and finally decided to tell them the truth. "When I went to see Celeste earlier, she suddenly leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. That one gesture made me realize who her true love is. He really is among the four of us, and it's someone we absolutely never expected."

“Thank you all so much for being here. This means so much to me and to my friend, Elinna Evergreen. Earlier tonight, someone asked me what the story beind this Charity is and I promised to share. In the four years that I've run this charity, I've never really told the story of the strong woman who started all this. Elinna Evergreen is a friend of mine whom I met a few years ago. She had been forced into a loveless marriage as a sacrifice for her family who didn't care about her. After the death of her mother, she becamee the family slave to her stepmother who hated her and treated her like trash, a sister who was too jealous, her father who didn't care about her well being and a boyfriend, w

Water was already above her waist. "Trust me. You will be paid back big time when you get her out." He winks. "As I've already told you, she's not cheap. I might even be doing you a solid right now" He laughs. "Twenty-five million!" "Thirty million!" "Fifty million!..." The water was just below her chest, showing no signs of stopping. My head hangs low. Anger flushes inside of me. Uuuugggggghhhhh!!!!!!!! Money didn't matter right now, her life mattered more, and losing all this money and getting her safe should be more worth it. If she dies here, I don't think I would live with myself knowing that I could have done something. It would haunt my consciousness.

Never us, never what we wanted, just the business arrangement our families had crafted just for their selfish reasons "Victoria, listen" "No, you listen." She spun around, eyes blazing. "I've invested four years of my life in this relationship. Four years of charity galas and dinner parties and pretending to be in love with you for the cameras. I will not let some desperate girl destroy everything I've worked for." Desperate” I said the girl I saw that night was not desperate ,She was strong. She’d never asked me for anything. "What do you want me to do?"

The only man she’d ever wanted never saw her. Years ago, she’d had even had her chance with Edwin, who’d chased her relentlessly, begging her to be his girlfriend. But she’d brushed him off like dirt on her skin, her sights set on Sebastian, the real prize. She had wanted the untouchable CEO of Woods Corporation, not the goofy-ass Vice President. She’d played her cards, flirted at every company event, and worn dresses that left little to the imagination. And yet, in what felt like the blink of an eye, Sebastian had married Kourtney, a woman who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere and stolen everything she had ever wanted.

He was about to turn around when she mumbled. "I don't want divorce." Her words made him still as he raised an eyebrow. She cleared her throat gaining confidence as she said. "I don't want divorce okay. I would take it whenever I want but not right now." With that she hurriedly walked away from there leaving him in the same puzzled expressions. In that mere second, she decided who she was chosing. She was chosing herself and she wanted Azhan in her life with everyone else. If she gave Garrett the file he would win and she knew he won't keep any of his promise. She won't leave anyone and now she would tell everybody about him. She decided to tell the truth to Azhan tonight after coming back f

"I don't want a version of it. I don't want the edited story. Tell me like I'm twenty-four and can handle the real truth." She looked at me for a long moment. Something shifted in her expression, not her usual composure, but something older and more tired. Her hands, flat on the desk, pressed down a little. I remembered what Myra had said: Watch her hands. "There are things," she said carefully, "that come from a past you weren't part of. Decisions were made before you were old enough to have a say. I've spent twenty years trying to shield you from what came of those choices, and I am..." She paused. "I know my ways haven't been perfect."

Jalyssa says. I know she is right. I researched them when Everly was younger and knew that dealing with them would be suicide. Both of their families were very well respected, and they were even somehow related to the governor. I did everything I could to make Everly’s life hell. I had gone to school with Everly’s mother. She was in my class. She was from a middle-class family, whereas my family was white trash. I acted like my family was of higher standing than they were, and most bought my act. I had seen Everly’s father, Aaron when I was a junior during a football game between our schools. I knew from that moment that I wanted him and would do anything to get him. My neighbor we

The young woman in the car was crying bitterly. Rose nodded, unable to speak. The driver's kindness and pity only made her tears flow harder. As the taxi was driving away, Rose's thoughts unraveled. Just two weeks ago, her life was perfect. She was a renowned romance author, with a steady job and a loving boyfriend, Ethan, though their relationship was in secret. But then, Mrs. Ethan Evans's social media post changed everything. Mrs. Ethan Evans claimed that she and Ethan had been married for two years. She posted the marriage certificate for evidence too.

I made sure they knew Bennett and I were no longer an item. Those crafty devils wasted no time hounding Bennett and Rosie for every penny. Buried in debt, they were stuck in a cycle of endless borrowing. They even sold Bennett's family home, yet it was still not enough. They vanished to some other city. Me? I got fed up with Wade's relentless pursuit and decided to take a chance on myself. On our wedding day, Wade laid all his cards on the table. He even purged his phone of all female contacts—a clean slate for our new beginning.