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Damien was in love with Emma for as long as he could remember. His love for her was pure and he could do anything for her and he hoped to confess to her how he felt but as they say, not everything in life goes the way we want. On hearing about her upcoming wedding, his pure love for her turned into an obsession and vowing to make her his at any costs.

I marry the comatose heir of Jebony's most affluent family for the ten million dollars in wedding gifts. In the year after the wedding, I undergo 12 rounds of IVF and finally give birth to the Larkin family's successor. When our son turns five, Jacob Larkin miraculously wakes up. The media goes wild, calling me the Larkin family's lucky star. They say I'll live a life of endless privilege. I merely smile—the first look Jacob gives me after waking up is one full of disdain. He even warns me icily, "You're nothing more than a woman my father paid to bear me an heir. Don't kid yourself that I'll ever fall for you! "I grew up with Angela. If not for that accident, you would never have become my wife." I hand him the divorce papers and say calmly, "I'll step aside, then. I'll give you and Ms. Lloyd what you want."

They say I trapped Adrian Cole. That I drugged him. Seduced him. Forced him into a marriage to save my failing family. They’re half right. I did marry him. I am carrying his name. But the trap? That was never mine. For 365 days, I’ve lived with a husband who despises me. Who looks at me with nothing but contempt. Who whispers sweet words to another woman while I’m pregnant with his child. I’ve survived his cruelty. His mother’s disdain. His lover’s mockery. I’ve survived everything except the truth—that I’m in love with a man who will never believe I’m innocent. Now he wants a divorce. And I’m ready to give it to him. But Adrian Cole doesn’t know what he wants. One moment he’s throwing me away. The next, he’s protecting me from the very people who destroyed us both. I can’t speak. But my silence is about to say everything.

"Say you love me," Gabriel growled, his body slamming into mine with brutal force. I bit my lip hard, tears welling in my eyes. ‘No,’ I managed to whisper, my voice barely audible. He thrust harder, as if trying to consume me. "Just say it. Pretend for once." "Never." I swallowed the moan rising in my throat. In the midst of his frantic thrust, we both reached a climax. It was absurd-- two people who hated each other so deeply, yet perfectly attuned in bed. We'd known each other for ten years, but Gabriel’s hatred for me was palpable. He blamed me for the deaths of his mother and brother, making me the scapegoat for his grief and rage. He made things difficult for me, treating me like his personal plaything. But I loved him, secretly. A love poisoned by pain and humiliation, suffocating me all the time. Then, one day, he pressed a trembling kiss to my lips and pleaded, "Camille, don’t leave me. Never."

A girl, who has always endured, finally makes a run from a nightmare she cannot live with. That night, she meets a guy who wants to do the same. Together, they decide to be each other's everything. … Join me on my server if you have questions or anything to say! Just look for me, Xu Rougie! https://discord.gg/yP5AVWc

"Everyone has something to say about me, whether it's that I'm nothing but a slut or that I am only after the money, I'm not any of those things. But I'll be a slut, just for you." Jane is striving hard to make ends meet but she meets something deeper, and it comes with a big cock too. The only problem is he is her boss and she has a boyfriend.

Three years ago, she was hurt by a man she loved deeply, leaving her to go through marriage alone. Three years later, she was reborn beautifully. She said with a smile, "What is a husband? I don't need one." The gaze of the man behind her sank and his thin lips curled into two sharp knives : "Elaine, do you dare to say that again?"

Hatred is one of the biggest issue that everyone is dealing right now where we're all living in the contemporary world. Also forgiveness doesn't exist if we committed a mistake from someone who doesn't want us to be forgiven. Each one of us hated a one person and maybe some of us wish them to bury in dead. We didn't want them to know that we hated them, so we're showing it by avoiding to see them everyday. But, Calvorie University has it's own facebook page to help everyone to say their feelings inside for someone that they hate. The school organization letting them to post a kind of racy video, scandal video, embarrassing video of someone that the sender of the message hated most and let everyone can see it in public. They're keeping the sender names by putting anonymous on their messages. Everyone thinks that it was a good idea for them to say their feelings, not until one day, someone is taking a revenge. The revenge started from killing someone who the sender hated most and next target is the sender. Everyone who requested to post their messages, has been killed. Who's that someone taking a revenge?

I was having lunch in the cafeteria when my pregnant coworker, Cindy Jenkins, reached across with her fork and speared the fried chicken drumstick right off my plate. She did not say a word until she had finished every last bite, then casually remarked, "I'm six months pregnant now, which is when I need the most nutrition. Plus, I'm carrying a boy, the only grandson in my husband's family. Do you all understand how important this baby is?" I stared at her, dumbfounded. "What's that got to do with me? It's not like I'm the father." She completely ignored me and said, "I'm just letting you all know. From now on, you're taking turns giving me your chicken drumsticks." The other coworkers at the table quickly looked down and focused on their food, nobody daring to say anything. Only me, the one person who never backed down, kept staring straight at her. Cindy slammed her fork onto her tray. "What are you looking at? Your drumsticks are mine from now on, got it?"

As I'm unable to get a ticket for my return trip after the Thanksgiving holiday, I specifically booked a first-class seat home. Just as I find my seat, I see an unruly child jumping around on it. I patiently smile and say, "Kid, this is my seat. Where is your seat?" He makes a face at me. "It's mine now, old hag!" I grab him by the collar of his shirt, wanting to lift him out of the seat. At that moment, a woman's piercing voice sounds behind me. "What are you doing? Let go of my son!" I release my grip and say as gently as possible, "Please control your child. This is my seat." Suddenly, she raises her voice. "He's just a child! Can't you, as an adult, give way to him? You're young and dressed decently. How can you have no compassion at all?" I'm so angered by this distorted reasoning that I laugh. "If you're so compassionate, why didn't you spend the money to buy your child a first-class seat?"