Fake Happiness Quote

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter—The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. “Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. “Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle—The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge!

To the outside world, Xavier Sullivan and I are a loving couple. In truth, my father sold me to him to repay the debt he owes the Sullivan family. When the five-year contract expires, Xavier's parents want me to extend it. They threaten me and tell me I'm heading for certain death if I refuse. I have no choice but to fake my death and leave everything behind, taking only the child in my belly with me.

On the night of her bridal shower, Amara Collins thought she was about to begin a happily-ever-after. Instead, she was betrayed by the two people she trusted most—her best friend and her fiancé. Drugged and humiliated, she wakes up in the bed of a stranger… a stranger who changes her fate forever. That man is Damian Blackwell—the elusive, cold-hearted billionaire who hasn’t let anyone close since his parents’ death and his uncle’s cruel betrayal. Known in the business world as a ruthless genius, Damian hides a secret: his rare condition makes him allergic to human contact… until Amara. For the first time in years, her touch doesn’t burn him—it heals him. Damian doesn’t believe in coincidence. To him, Amara is more than a woman—she’s his cure. His salvation. And he’s not about to let her go. So when the broken bride tries to run from him, Damian makes her an offer she can’t refuse A marriage built on secrets, obsession, and dangerous desires. But can Amara survive loving a man who sees her as the only antidote to his pain? And what happens when her betrayers return, determined to ruin the fragile bond between them?

High School Badass ( SUGA HIGH ) ️ PROLOGUE️ SUGA HIGH SCHOOL, that's the name of the the school. In Suga high, some set of students has authority over the teacher, when they are talking teachers dare not talk, who are they ? The daughter of the owner of the school, The school idols, The daughter of the largest shareholder, The richest guy in the school. This set of people are to be treated with special care, that is the No1 rule all teachers must follow. We also have Jeanne Salva, she's neither rich not poor, she's from a middle class family, she just got transferred from Toppas high to Suga high. Now the question is: How will Jeanne cope in her new school ? Are there reasons behind her transfer ? Will all teachers blend with the rule to treat some students specially ? Will Suga high ever change from it's corrupt way ? Is this all about the school or is there more to it ? Find out in this story.

Savannah Miller rêve de devenir créatrice de bijoux, mais un accident malheureux changea le cours de sa vie. Victime d’abus pendant des années de la part de ses proches, elle fut mariée de force à Jaxon Blake, un célèbre designer créatif d’une maison de mode internationale. Pensant avoir enfin échappé à l’enfer, Savannah découvrit rapidement que Jaxon nourrissait une haine extrême envers elle. N’ayant pas d’autre choix, elle s’enfuit de ce mariage sans amour alors qu’elle était enceinte. Elle réalisa bientôt qu’elle ne pouvait pas totalement échapper à l’emprise de Jaxon, car il trouvait toujours un moyen de la ramener. Jaxon Blake avait deux objectifs : devenir extrêmement riche et se venger de ceux qui avaient tué ses parents. Après avoir découvert les coupables, il épousa Savannah, la fille de ces meurtriers, avec l’intention de la détruire. Mais quelque chose chez Savannah le rendait vulnérable, quelque chose qui l’attirait vers elle. Juste au moment où il décida d’agir selon ses sentiments, Savannah le quitta. Mais ce n’est pas tout : Jaxon découvrit ensuite que sa vengeance reposait sur une erreur fatale. Une simple mauvaise interprétation l’avait conduit à s’acharner sur la seule personne qui l’avait réellement sauvé et aimé. Il doit maintenant partir à sa recherche, sans savoir qu’une surprise l’attend. Note : Ce roman contient un langage fort, des scènes matures et du contenu explicite. À lire avec prudence

A year into our marriage, Timothy Grant suddenly turns abstinent. He builds a private chapel in the villa and always carries a rosary with him. No matter how I tease or tempt him, he stays cold and distant. My seduction attempts don't move him. One night, I stand outside the bathroom door and watch as he releases himself to a photo of another woman. So, Timothy isn't heartless. His heart just doesn't beat for me. I trick him into signing the divorce papers and vanish from his world completely. And yet, I later hear that he is going mad searching for me! The next time we meet is at his uncle's wedding. I wear a white wedding gown, and he looks at me with tear-filled eyes. He just can't bring himself to think of me as his aunt!

"Jennifer, let's get divorced. The Lance family won't have a soiled woman as its matriarch."Two years after their marriage, Maxwell Lance throws a divorce agreement in Jennifer Yale's face. She understands that it's because he wants to give his first love her rightful title. In his eyes, Jennifer's nothing but a flawed product who's already been soiled by another man."You can dream on, Maxwell. For as long as I'm alive, that woman won't step foot in here!"Jennifer's refusal to get a divorce leads to her family's bankruptcy and her father's horrible end. Finally, her heart dies. Maxwell's life becomes void of her presence.On the day of Maxwell's wedding to his first love, his subordinate suddenly tells him, "You've got the wrong woman, Mr. Lance. Your ex-wife's the woman from that night!"

I'm a coward—someone who gets bullied and never fights back, who only swallows the humiliation in silence. That is, until the year I turned twenty. A well-dressed, elegant couple found me and told me I was their long-lost son. Overjoyed, I followed them back to their castle-like home, convinced that I was finally about to live a better life. But on the very first day, the fake heir made it clear—I would never know a moment's peace. I didn't dare say a word. Cowardly as ever, I could only think about ending my life. The first time, I slit my wrists. They saved me. The second time, I tried to jump off a building. My sister dragged me back. The third time, I drank an entire bottle of pesticide—and still didn't die. … My family finally saw through the fake heir's true color. "So it was you, pulling the strings all along!" My sister plead, "Brother dear, I'm begging you—please don't kill yourself."

When my mother finally found the real heiress, she was on her knees selling shoes on the street. And to my surprise, I recognized her—she was none other than my fiancé's first love. Determined to oust me, the fake heiress, she played her part well, putting on a daily show to make me look bad. I was content to play along, enjoying our little game, until my fiancé’s offhand remark, “Was that really necessary?" shattered my composure. Fine, I thought, “You can keep this husband and family. I’ve got better things to do—like finding my real parents.”