Everything She Ever Wanted True Story Novels & Stories

Not to mention, she had returned the former internal design of the break room from three years ago. "Of course. I actually contacted Diana last night and she said that Mavis did not like going to expensive restaurants. She wanted things simple so this place is the perfect one for our lunch," Venice replied, which was a complete lie. She did not actually contact Diana. In truth, she hired a private investigator the other night and came to know that Mavis Crawford was indeed her stepsister. It infuriated her, however, she wanted the wedding dress so until she got ahold of it, she would have to endure seeing her face.

She wasn’t sorry, not even for one bit. After being caught and brought to me by the bodyguards that had seen her, she resorted to being a spitfire. There was absolutely nothing she didn’t say to I and Ryan, and after being intensely probed, she finally admitted to wanting to go back to her parents because she could no longer live here. She also talked about how she had also wanted to go see Zade to ask him if he knew anything about Ivana’s death, and to me, that was just stupid. Crazy part: I couldn’t hurt her. Not with Ryan watching.

Eventually, she latched onto an older, rich man as his mistress. Her luck ran out fast. The guy's wife didn't play. She had Alice disfigured and tossed aside. No money, no safety net. Alice died sick, alone, and forgotten. In just one year, everything flipped. Lucia's life was finally her own. No chains, no shadows. The sky was wide. The sea, endless. And she was just getting started.

She finally understood how hard things had been for me and regretted the things she'd done. However, during those 12 years, there had been no news about me whatsoever. Vivian, whom she'd once clung to, had stormed out of the house one day after several failed attempts to win Jordan's heart. She'd taken Ruth with her, which nearly led to her getting kidnapped and trafficked. After that brush with danger, Ruth started longing for the love and care I'd shown her. She'd tried her best to find out anything about me over the past 12 years. Now, she'd finally gotten something—my research was a huge success, and I would soon be home.

It was as if her mind was already blank – and simply walking out of nowhere. She thought that after what happened to her and Denver, everything would finally turn out to be fine. She thought that they had finally settled everything. She thought he could finally do something about her fears – like go home to her at night… or even say goodbye… or just tell her things like how his day turned out. Shea wanted it all. She wanted everything… wanted everything they have in the past. However, everything was just too dreamy-like. Everything wasn’t as perfect as she pictured it to be.

She claimed she had been in love with Matteo since college, but I had come out of nowhere, gotten in the way, and torn them apart. She even prepared an 80-something-page slide presentation, filled with intimate photos of them, including that ridiculous wedding photo she'd tried so hard to use as a point. Someone with the YouTube username "truthjustice" kept spamming the live comments section: [No, don't cry, queen! You don't deserve this pain!] [They even had their wedding all planned out! But that skank stole her boyfriend away because she was rich!] [Tia's mental health has taken a hit and she lost her job. And still, that skank demands millions of dollars from her!]

"You can't take that away from me, Martha. Sure, I'll be worried. Actually, I want to bring you to a better hospital." "Solana! You kid!" She pinched my sides and I pouted. "Why? I just want you to get better. There are better hospitals that offer excellent service and have excellent doctors," I reason out. She glared at me. "No, Sol. I will stay in this hospital. Don't worry too much, okay? Instead of worrying about me, worry about yourself. You're already 27 years old. Get married and have kids." I chewed my bottom lip. Right! She doesn't know that I married Jordan Evans for money. She doesn't know that I sold myself so I can save her, but my adoptive parents tricked me.

My little sister Vanessa was obsessed with werewolf lore, convinced she was destined to marry a powerful Alpha. When Rex, the Alpha of the Firwood Pack, saved her during a riot, she thought fate had finally set its gears in motion. What she didn't know was that Rex saved her simply because she resembled what his fated mate had looked like in her youth— Helena, the Luna of the Firwood Pack. Any sane woman would've walked away. Vanessa saw it as her golden ticket to the top. She secretly mapped out Helena's usual routes, hired outlaws to stage a brutal car crash, and sprinkled silver dust—lethal to wolves—across the wreckage. Her plan? Wait for the esteemed Luna to draw her last breath, then s

Created through love instead of obligation. Elena thought about how far she had come. From invisible wife to successful businesswoman. From manipulated victim to empowered partner. From struggling mother to confident parent. And now, pregnant with a baby who was wanted and loved before birth. In a home she designed with her husband. With a daughter who was thriving and excited. Everything she ever wanted, built on her own terms. Perfect.

Earned and fought for and cherished. Below us, the city sleeps. Above us, stars shine in an endless sky. And here, in Jackson's arms, I have everything I ever needed. The stable girl who became a waitress who became a billionaire's wife who became so much more. The woman who lost her first love and found her true one. The mother who fought for her daughters and won. This is my story. This is my ending and it's not a good one. It’s the best.