Foolish Artinya

Mirella My spouse sold me. In addition to selling me, he also professed his love for me during the transaction. What lies does he tell? Fools are the only ones who believe him. Regretfully, I was one of those idiots. Ernest I am not into purchasing ladies as a habit. I didn't have to to because i hate it. I am the ruler of my domain, the demon you dreamed about in your sleep, Cole so sold me his wife when the payment became due. I wanted to toy with her as any foolish person would, and that made me happy. And I did play with her. Sadly, I would have to murder her eventually if her husband can't pay me my money.

"Real men don’t fall in love. Love is for the weak and foolish, and I, Don Alessandro, will never raise a fool as a son." Kai Alessandro learned those words the hard way. Groomed by his father to be the mafia leader, Kai’s life is built on power, fear, and control. Love? That’s a weakness he can’t af-ford. Amelia Carrington is all about survival. By day, she’s a college senior juggling classes. By night, she’s a hacker-for-hire and part-time stripper, desperate to pay her mother’s medical bills. Men? They’re just wallets waiting to be emptied. Their worlds collide when Amelia hacks into Kai’s account, stealing $5,000,000 to save her mother’s life. Kai hunts her down, and instead of exacting revenge, he gives her an offer: work for him to repay the debt or face a fate worse than death. The agreement was to keep things strictly professional; work only. But they eventually had a one-night stand which was supposed to be a mistake since they were both drunk, what was a mistake eventually turned into an regular affair, blurring the lines between their hatred and a passion neither of them could control. Romantic feelings begin to intertwine with their shared hatred, feelings that they both weren't ready to admit to. But what happens when Amelia eventually realizes that she was pregnant for kai Alessandro, one of the most dangerous gang leader in the world and a man who was supposed to be her enemy?

Emery Sinclair had spent years perfecting the art of being the perfect wife. The devoted, loyal, and elegant Mrs. Sinclair. Even when whispers of her husband's infidelity trailed after her like a ghost, she held her head high, convinced that love—her love—was enough to fix the cracks in her marriage. But the moment she walks into that hotel suite and finds her husband entangled with another woman, something inside her shatters. She doesn’t cry. She doesn’t scream. Instead, she walks away, her heart numb, her mind spinning. The life she built is over. The man she sacrificed everything for never deserved her. Then comes Killian Wolfe. Cold, calculating, and ruthlessly powerful, Killian is everything her husband is not. And he is done watching from the sidelines. For years, he’s kept his distance, biting his tongue as his foolish stepbrother squandered the one good thing in his life. But now? Now, Killian doesn’t hold back. He steps in—offering her a way out, a place to stay, and, most dangerously, a deal she never saw coming. "Let me take care of you," he tells her, his voice a low, commanding whisper. She should say no. She should run. Because nothing about Killian Wolfe comes without a cost. But the way he looks at her—like she’s something precious, something worth ruining kingdoms for—makes her wonder if, just this once, she should let herself be wanted. The game changes in a single night. A kiss turns into something more, and before she knows it, she’s tangled in his sheets, in his world, and in his control. But Killian doesn't just want her in his bed. He wants everything—her body, her mind, her soul. And most terrifying of all? He wants her heart.

It’s that time of the year when the alpha of the most powerful pack of werewolves is supposed to find a mate. Every unmated female werewolf within the age of eighteen to twenty-five is welcome to Jupiter Pack for a mating ball where Alpha Adam will find his mate and future luna. *** Irene Gray (recently rejected female) is a little silly, foolish omega. She finds herself attending the mating ball at Jupiter Pack after a series of mishaps and wrong decisions. Adam Aldrin (the cursed alpha of the strongest werewolf pack) is a loner, a stickler for rules, and has no intention of ever getting mated. He finds out his fated mate is an omega who embodies everything he dislikes. With Jupiter Pack turning into something else as vicious creatures are mysteriously spawned and running rampant on a killing spree, Irene and Adam are given no choice but to stay together as they hold the key to solving the mystery behind the mysterious creatures and breaking Adam’s curse. What’s a couple so unlike supposed to do when they’re stuck together? You just have to read and find out!

“Isn’t she bride having wedding anniversary? Where is she going with her bags?” “So she looked disheveled; did she lose a pregnancy or what?” These are the words that entered through my right ear and came out of the left ear. As I drag my luggages out of my matrimonial home on the night of my wedding anniversary, several tongues lolled at me as if I was not in my right senses. Yes you can say I am not in my right senses and my name should go down the history as the most foolish woman in the entire universe. I gave my precious left kidney for this two faced bastard but he threw my love back to my face. He promised me an elaborate wedding anniversary and marking night but he made it an elaborate disgrace day. Marking my stepsister right before me and gave me the divorce papers, what else should have been my reward for loving this man too much like a fool? He said he was sorry and there's no hope for me, I know I was foolish and there’s no remedy for my useless actions. But HE said “Are’nt you the woman I slept with last year?” I rolled my eyes but HE held me back and say, “I have been looking for you, be my Luna and I’ll be your slave, be my woman and I’ll be your guard, be with me, because you are my fated mate!"

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.