Five Days At Memorial

Thirty days is long, thirty days is short. It comes and goes in a blink of an eye, again it can wash you over with all the happiness you want. Eva had only Thirty Days. Thirty Days to make her husband fall in love with her. Thirty Days to claim what was rightfully hers, his heart. The question is, Is Thirty Days enough? No?! Then add Sixty Kisses to it! Thirty Days and Sixty Kisses, Eva has her husband on his knees before her. Let's travel through the chapters and unravel her story. Caution: This story contains heavily mature content. Rated 18+

Hadden's sister had merely choked on some water at the pool while she was swimming, and for that, he shoved me into the pool after tying me up. He left me with only a small hole for air that was barely an inch. He said I would have to pay double for every grievance Julia suffered. I never learned how to swim. There was nothing I could do but try my best to breathe as I sobbed and begged him to let me out. Yet all I received was a lecture. "You'll never learn if I don't teach you a lesson now." I struggled to stay afloat, but… It took five days before Hadden's anger dissipated and he put me out of my misery, but it was already too late. "I'll let you go this time, but you'd better not make the same mistake again!" I had already drowned to death.

He called me a liar. A gold-digger. Then he left me pregnant, humiliated, and broken. Five years later, I built a life he was never supposed to touch again. A daughter. A thriving wedding business. A version of me that doesn’t beg. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Because the next wedding I’m hired to plan? His. He doesn’t remember me. Not the nights. Not the promises. Not the baby he never met. And when his perfect little bride ends up in a coma days before the ceremony? Nicholas De Castello....cold, ruthless, and still disgustingly beautiful....makes me an offer I can’t afford to refuse... “Pretend to be my wife. Or I’ll destroy everything you’ve built.” Now I’m trapped in his world again. In his house. In his lies. With the man who broke me once... …and the daughter he doesn’t know is his sleeping in the next room.  

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.

When the college admission notice arrived, I suddenly developed a high fever and was bedridden. My sister encountered a kidnapping on her way to help me collect the notice, and her life was uncertain. My parents hated me deeply. After tearing up my admission notice, they forced me to give up my studies and work in a factory. Later, I experienced a kidnapping as well. After narrowly escaping, I hid in an abandoned factory and sent them a message for help. My dad called me and shouted at me without restraint, “Lena, are you even human? How could you play such a joke on us on Jessica's memorial day!” “Do you have any idea how much your mom and I wished it had been you who died back then?” In my last moments before death, their insults echoed in my ears. I was tortured and killed, turned into a monster, and my body was thrown into a stinking ditch for three full days. Even my father, the most experienced forensic expert, couldn’t recognize me. When my sister returned home with the guy she eloped with years ago, my dad had just restored my appearance through technology. They knelt before my decaying corpse and cried until they fainted.

Fui a una sola fiesta en mi nuevo vecindario de ricos. Solo una. Y después de eso, mi vecina Brenda me demandó. En el tribunal, sostenía entre sus brazos a su hija golpeada y llena de moretones, Tiffany. Acusó a mi hijo de violación. A mitad de la audiencia, Tiffany se bajó el cuello de la blusa. Marcas rojas le rodeaban el cuello. —Intentó arrancarme los pantalones —sollozó—. Quiso forzarme. Yo me defendí. Entonces me golpeó. ¡Me arruinó la cara! Afuera del juzgado, manifestantes levantaban carteles, llamando a mi hijo basura humana, un niño rico malcriado. En internet, un “memorial” editado con Photoshop sobre mí se volvió viral. El texto decía: "Una madre incompetente debería morir junto a su hijo." Las acciones de mi empresa se desplomaron. Pero yo solo me quedé sentada. Con el rostro inexpresivo. Y pedí que trajeran a mi hijo, Cooper. Las puertas de la sala se abrieron. Cooper entró. Y todos se quedaron congelados.

"You’re worthless, Evelyn. Tell me, what real Alpha would stay with a barren woman in this world?!" With trembling hands, I wiped away the tears streaming down my face. My body was weak from days without food in the cold dungeon. Evelyn’s life has never made sense. Rejected by her first mate at eighteen, she becomes an Omega slave. Fate offers her a second chance with Alpha John Xavier, who marries her, but the marriage is no better. She is treated like a servant, and two years later, his first love, Diane, returns to reclaim her place in his heart. John lavishes Diane with the affection Evelyn longs for and ultimately rejects and divorces her. Thrown into a cold dungeon as punishment, she endures days without food and water, all because of Diane who was later revealed to be pregnant for John. Just when she thinks John might have a change of heart, he demands that she sacrifice her kidney for Diane. Evelyn discovered a secret that changed everything, she was carrying John’s child. Now, five years later, Evelyn and John meet again as business partners, working together to save his struggling pack. John, filled with regret, is desperate to win her back. But there’s another man who loves her and is willing to keep her by his side. Will Evelyn forgive John and give him a second chance or will she choose the man who has vowed to never let her go?

The day I win the cheerleading championship, the entire arena erupts with cheers for my team. But from the stands, my brother, Nelson Locke, hurls a water bottle straight at me. "You injured Felicia's leg before the performance just so you could win first place? She has leukemia, Victoria! Her dying wish is to become a champion. Yet you tripped her before the competition, all for a trophy! You're selfish. I don't have a sister like you!" My fiance, who also happens to be the sponsor of the competition, steps onto the stage with a cold expression and announces, "You tested positive for illegal substances. You don't deserve this title. You're disqualified." All the fans turn against me. They boycott me entirely—some even go so far as to create a fake memorial portrait of me, print it, and send it to my doorstep. I quietly keep the photo. I'll probably need it soon anyway. It's been three years since I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. Knowing I don't have much time left, I choose to become the type of person they always wanted me to be—the perfect sister who loves without question, the well-mannered woman who knows when to keep quiet, and the kind of person who never, ever lies.

I died five years ago. Now my husband, the Don of our Mafia family, wants me to take the fall for his sister again—this time for accidentally killing a British noble's heir during an arms deal. He's holding a fake confession letter with my forged signature, storming into my old apartment in the rust district, only to find it empty. Frustrated, he grabs the corner store owner downstairs, demanding to know where I am. The owner pauses, wiping his hands on his apron, calmly tells him: "Serafine? She died five years ago." "Heard it was retaliation from a rival family during the gang war. They ambushed her in an alley... shot her over a dozen times. She died immediately." My husband, Lucien, refuses to believe it. Convinced the owner is on my payroll, hiding me to help me escape his reach. He scoffs, his eyes filled with scorn: "Oh, so what? Because I called her out for messing up that last job, now she's throwing a tantrum?" "You tell her, if she doesn't come back and take the fall in three days, I'll revoke her grandmother's 'special family protection'! Let the old woman rot!" With that, he storms out, his rage still simmering. The owner watches him leave and sighs, shaking his head. "There's no grandmother left to protect... That woman passed away not long after Serafine did... couldn't survive the winter without our family's medical supplies and protection..."

Catherine Santocristo's almost perfect life started to get messy after she had a one-night stand with the future heir of the Hamilton Corporation because he got her pregnant. After a month, Catherine will be in search of him. After days of searching, Catherine found Cohen, but it was too late. On the day she learned it was him, it was also the day of Cohen's lavish wedding to his long-time fiancee, Sandria. Distressed, she walked away and thought about herself. She told about it to her parents. It was not easy for Catherine as they pressured her to get married as soon as possible or else abort the unborn child. She couldn't tell them she became pregnant because of a one-night stand and not because of her boyfriend. In some turn of events, Catherine finds herself marrying her ex-boyfriend to save her family from the humiliation of society. Little did she know it was the starting point of her life in hell. Cohen and Catherine's paths will cross again after five years, which will further complicate their situation.