Excuses Synonym

Ivana discovered she was to get married to Asher Jackson, the renowned top billionaire in the country. Her Father, Philip had a major issue in his company and it was on the verge of shutting down. He needed an investment and he reached out to his business partners, but they gave him excuses till he reached out to his billionaire friend who is also a known popular business man Andrew Jackson. Andrew Jackson only agreed to help him with the investment only if he could form a marriage alliance with Asher Jackson, his billionaire son who owns a multinational company to get married to his first daughter Ivana. Philip agreed to the marriage arrangement without his daughter's agreement. Ivana, his daughter and his wife Cassie were not happy with the decision he made. Ivana was in love with Raymond, her boyfriend who she met in college, and her step mother Cassie, was not happy her daughter Anna was not chosen to be Asher's bride. Ivana rushed to inform her boyfriend Raymond, who is a CEO of a company she works with. She has been in a relationship for 3 years and he has proposed to her. On getting to his apartment she received a shock by catching Raymond and her step sister naked, having sex on his bed. She was heartbroken. She made up her mind to get back at Raymond and Anna for betraying her . She decided to get married to Asher Jackson. Raymond came begging for her and she still loves him. Will she go back to Raymond despite his betrayal? Will Asher's ex lover Hailey try to come between her and Asher? Will she try to get away from the marriage to be with Raymond? Will she open her heart to love once again?

“Nate, don't you dare start with that nonsense too. I told you already, I don't care about those ridiculous traditions." Marcel responded irritably as she hopped into the copilot seat of her best friend's car, anxious to get as far away as possible from her home. “Hey, I've known you since you were four, so don't try and act all brave and mature. Tell me the truth, you're afraid aren't you?” “Humph! What's there to be scared of?...” “That Mike's ghost might come back to haunt you." The boy interrupted, carelessly blurting out his analysis, adding…“I just don't get it; everyone else knows his death wasn't your fault…” “I know it wasn't!” “Then why won't you pray for his safe journey into the afterlife? What if his soul is damn to roam the earth, wreaking havoc among the living or even disrupting the balance between the two worlds?” “Ahh! Don't be childish. There is no such thing as the afterlife; parents just use these pathetic excuses to trick their children into believing that our loved ones are better off. If that was the case, why don't we all join them… oh yeah, that's right, we can't commit suicide otherwise we'll go straight to hell. Grow up Nate! The spirit dies with the body.” Follow the journey of a young woman as she tries to keep her sanity when the world around her was quickly crumbling after one faithful night of honoring the dead. Will she be able to save the life of those closest to her? or will her soul be bound to an eternity of madness?

"What is this? Are you dying anytime soon? How many days do you have left?” “I believe you know how to read clearly. Go through the results. I’m sure you will be the one leaving anytime soon.” She said confidently. I stared at her once more and proceeded to read the contents of the paper. “You are pregnant,” I said and she smiled. “Yes darling, and guess who my baby’s father is?” I shook my head at her disbelievingly and she nodded her head. “Yes, Eliott is the father of my unborn baby.” “Do you expect to believe such baseless accusations? I am not dumb, Emma. “I know it’s hard for you to believe but, Eliott never broke up with me. Did you think that all the excuses he gave were real? Even Elon Musk doesn’t have a schedule that’s as tight as that. He spent most of his time with me and that is how we made a baby.” She rubbed her abdomen and I chuckled hard. She was lying. She had to be. *** “Mr. Winconstin, your ex-wife is back!” I raised my head from the magazine I was reading. It was no news that Oleander was back in San Francisco. She took over her family's company and was bent on restoring it's lost glory. I should admit it, she never seemed like a business lady to me. “She didn't come alone.” I sat up. Has she moved on already? “She came back with two children and the boy is your carbon copy.” Instantly, blood filled my nose. Was she pregnant then? Why didn't she tell me? Why did she decide to keep my children away from me? “Get the car ready. We are heading to the Thayer's company immediately.”

Office Romance : •••••••• I pulled her towards me while grabbing her shirt collar . She got startled by this and looked at me with her widden scared eyes . Her tears brimming eyes looked at me horrified. "I don't wanna listen any of your excuses . Keep all your fake shit with your self. And by the end of the day ,I want this file perfectly clean in new prints on my table." I said in a deadly clam voice. "Am I clear ?" I yelled on her and shook her by still holding her from her collar. Her few shirt buttons broke down giving me perfect view of her exposed milky chest . I pushed her and she stumbled and fell on the floor. Her whole face was completely red , her clothes get disheavel from wrong places, and all credit goes to me. Tears started flowing from her eyes as she was looking here and there on the floor, like she is trying to sort out if all this happening is real or not. f**k!! I know she is on her edge now. ••••••••• Laksh Malhotra - An arrogant handsome young billionaire. He doesn't like people who cannot stand for their own selves, but lost his heart for the innocent angle Aashirya. But he never behaves around her like a gentlemen does. He always scares her by invading her personal space as a result she always end up being victim of his anger. Aashirya Sharma- A sweet innocent girl who loves everyone around her . She is just like a beautiful angle . But she did survive with lots of demons around her, Coz she never knew that the devil ,aka Laksh Malhotra , was always her saviour in this selfish world, who always tried to take Advantage of her innocence.

CASTELLO DI CARTE MAFIA CHRONICLES, BOOK 3 [Also known as LACERATION: THE GAME OF CHAINS] 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 Marrying a stranger is one thing. But marrying a stranger related to the man you thought you’d marry is a whole other thing. What would you do in a situation like this? I, for one, fainted at my engagement party and almost drank my off to get through the wedding night. Just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, my husband offered me a contract, and I signed it, seeing his eagerness to get rid of me. Spending an entire year under the same roof seemed like torture, especially when my dear husband kept making excuses to talk to me and to unnerve me. Yet I liked it. But he wasn’t mine. And his mistress had a lot to attest to that. 𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒 Marriage for power. A wife ten years younger. And a tattoo. None of these was a part of my plan to thrive as a Mafioso, yet I didn't mind any of it. It was all because of that succubus. My ruination disguised as a beautiful woman, now my bride. I was a man known for my control and snide personality, yet neither helped me overcome my desire and need to taste her skin. When I finally did, I couldn’t have enough of it. The contract should've kept me away from her, should've helped me be the responsible adult and control my thoughts of her. All I wanted then was to tear that piece of paper that ensured our freedom after a certain point. I could never free her, knowing how damning it could be. There were just a few tiny problems. Her father. My past. Infiltrated enemies. And the damaging nightmares I had no control over.

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.

Camille Ledoux n'était qu'une fille oubliée, une épouse mal-aimée, une femme jetée aux oubliettes comme un vieux journal. Trahie par son mari, reniée par sa propre famille, et laissée pour morte par sa sœur qui lui avait tout dérobé. Elle s'est évanouie dans la nature. Mais la Camille fragile et naïve est morte cette nuit-là, quand sa voiture a été précipitée de ce pont. Un an plus tard, elle réapparaît sous le nom de Camille Kane, plus fortunée, plus glaciale, et plus redoutable que quiconque n'aurait pu l'imaginer. Armée de sa fortune, de son intelligence, et d'une soif de vengeance dévorante, elle n'est plus cette femme que l'on piétinait auparavant. Elle est devenue l'ouragan qui va bouleverser leur univers. Son ex-mari implore son pardon. La vie parfaite de sa sœur s'écroule. Ses parents regrettent d'avoir rejeté leur fille. Mais Camille n'est pas revenue pour leurs excuses, elle est revenue pour les regarder sombrer. Pourtant, alors que ses ennemis s'effondrent à ses pieds, une question demeure : une fois la vengeance accomplie, que reste-t-il ? Un mystérieux milliardaire, Alexandre Pelletier, croise sa route, lui offrant ce qu'elle croyait avoir perdu à jamais : un avenir. Mais une femme qui revient des ruines peut-elle réapprendre à aimer ? Elle est sortie des flammes pour anéantir ceux qui l'ont trahie. Maintenant, elle doit choisir : régner seule... ou laisser quelqu'un faire fondre la glace qui emprisonne son cœur.

Je suis enfermée dans le cellier par mes frères triplets Alphas après que ma belle-sœur, Elsa, m'ait accusée d'avoir tué sa louve en lui donnant un gâteau aux amandes. La sortie est scellée par des chaînes en argent et ma louve hurle et les supplie de me relâcher. Mais mes trois frères Alphas refusent. L'Alpha Kane, le plus âgé, grogne, « louve possédée ! Tu sais bien qu'elle est allergique aux noix, et tu as fait exprès de lui donner un gâteau aux amandes pour l'étouffer ! Tu ne sais pas que cela pourrait endommager sa louve de façon fatale ? Tu dois rester ici et réfléchir à ce que tu as fait ! » L'Alpha Kelvin, le second, et l'Alpha Karl, le troisième, se moquent, « quelle louve pitoyable que tu es ! Tu trouves encore des excuses au lieu d'avouer la vérité. Reste ici et souffre autant que tu le mérites ! » Après ça, ils se transforment et amènent leur petite Elsa tremblante à l'infirmerie des loups. Pendant ce temps, j'arrive à peine à respirer à cause de l'air empli de poussière d'argent. Ma louve hurle dans l'agonie, mais c'est inutile. Alors je meurs dans cet endroit. C'est seulement trois jours plus tard, après qu'ils aient ramené Elsa de l'infirmerie, que mon existence traverse à nouveau leurs esprits. Mais ils ne savent pas que je suis déjà morte dans ce cellier remplit de poussière d'argent.

Ma demi-sœur m’a accusée à tort d’être responsable de ses allergies, et, dans un accès de rage, mes trois frères m’ont enfermée dans une cave exiguë, sans lumière ni air. Ils ont même enchaîné la porte. J’ai frappé la porte de la cave, suppliant de toutes mes forces qu’on me laisse sortir. Alors que le frère aîné, un homme d’affaires d’élite, s’apprêtait à partir, une froide colère se lisait sur son visage : « Tu as l’habitude de maltraiter Zoé dans de petites histoires, mais je n’ai pas l’intention de t’embêter pour ça. Cette fois, tu savais que Zoé était allergique aux fruits de mer, et malgré cela, tu l’as laissée en manger. N’est-ce pas là une malveillance délibérée ? Tu ferais bien de réfléchir à ce que tu as fait ! » Le deuxième frère, récemment couronné Roi des Chants, et le troisième, un peintre talentueux, ont grogné : « Une personne aussi perfide que toi, qui trouve toujours des excuses, tu vas rester là-dedans, et que cela te serve de leçon ! » Après avoir dit ces mots, ils ont pris ma demi-sœur, tremblante, dans leurs bras et se sont précipités à l’hôpital. Peu à peu, l’air dans la cave se raréfiait. Chaque respiration devenait un combat. La suffocation m’a envahie, et bientôt, tout ce que j’avais ressenti s’est transformé en un calme absolu. Je suis morte, seule, dans cet espace clos. Trois jours plus tard, lorsqu’ils sont revenus de l’hôpital avec ma demi-sœur, ils se sont souvenus enfin de moi. Mais ils ont ignoré que, dans l’obscurité de cette cave étouffante, j’avais déjà succombé au manque d’oxygène.

Alors que j'étais enceinte de neuf mois, le premier amour de mon mari est venue s'installer chez nous sous un prétexte quelconque. Chaque fois qu'elle me voyait, elle se portait la poitrine, feignant une profonde tristesse. Mon mari était convaincu que je faisais exprès de montrer ma grossesse pour la provoquer. « Magali est trop fragile pour avoir des enfants ! Et toi, tu te balades tout le temps avec ton ventre bien visible devant elle, tu l'exaspères ! Sans une leçon, tu n'apprendras jamais ! » Puis, il a donné l'ordre qu'on me ferme dans un grenier abandonné depuis longtemps, interdisant à quiconque de m'apporter de la nourriture. J'ai supplié, lui expliquant que l'échographie montrait que les jumeaux que je portais étaient trop gros et que le médecin avait recommandé que je sois admise à l'hôpital immédiatement. Mais il a éclaté de rire, comme si c'était une blague. Sa voix était aussi froide que la glace : « Tu as encore trois jours avant ton terme ! Ne viens pas jouer la victime ! Va dans le grenier et réfléchis à ce que tu as fait ! Voilà le prix à payer pour avoir embêté Magali ! » Les contractions étaient tellement douloureuses que mes ongles se brisaient, mais personne n'est venue m'ouvrir. Mes cris déchirants résonnaient dans le grenier pendant un long moment. Finalement, je suis morte en couches, avec mes deux enfants, dans ce sombre grenier. Trois jours plus tard, mon mari, buvant une soupe qui ne lui plaisait pas, s'est souvenu enfin de moi. Il a dit : « Demande à Jade de venir me préparer une soupe, puis envoie-la présenter des excuses à Magali. Si elle est sincère, elle pourra aller à l'hôpital pour accoucher. » Personne n'a osé lui répondre, car le sang, qui s'était répandu du grenier, avait atteint la deuxième marche du palier…