Graduation Inspirational Message

3 years after getting married, I am still a virgin. "Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

Kimberly Wilson had been married to Steven Smith for two years. When Steven proposed a divorce, she agreed without hesitation. Holding a huge fortune, she began to wealth freely. The Wilson family had only one child, so who would be family continuity? Simple, she said, 'Help me post a message offering a high reward for pregnancy.' It read, "Due to my husband's car accident rendering him infertile, seeking a healthy male for surrogacy. Generous compensation." As for the requirements, 'Must be handsome, have an excellent physique, graduated from an Ivy League school, and be good in bed. Price is negotiable.' Her highly efficient personal assistant, whom she had hired at great expense, sent over photos of applicants the next day. One ultimately met her criteria and even exceeded her expectations. The side profile in the photo, noble and aloof, looked familiar. She immediately decided, 'Okay, It's him.' 'He's available anytime, but he has one prerequisite.' her assistant informed. Kimberly raised an eyebrow, 'What requirement?' 'He's a bit shy, so the lights must be off.' Only later did she realize what trouble she had gotten into. The man was not only the sole heir to the multi-billion luxury goods group-Garcia group but also the best friend of her ex-husband. Steven didn't wait for Kimberly to reconcile as usual but instead heard the news of her new romance. Despairing, he said, 'I can live without her. Don't try to persuade me.' But later, drunk, he called in the middle of the night. 'Kiki...' His voice was choked up. A cold male voice responded from the other end, 'May I ask why you're calling my wife in the middle of the night?' '......'

Mon petit ami était officier de police. Je me suis retrouvée menacée par des agresseurs et la bombe fixée à mon corps était sur le point d’exploser. Il ne me restait plus que dix minutes à vivre. L’un des agresseurs, dans son froideur calculée, m’a ordonné d’appeler mon petit ami. Mais lorsqu’il a pris l’appel, c’était un déluge de mots cruels qui m’a frappée de plein fouet : « Romy, tu es folle ou quoi ? Es-tu prête à tout sacrifier pour capter mon attention ? Tu sais, le chat de Sylvie est coincé dans un arbre depuis trois jours, et elle l’aime plus que tout, comme si sa vie en dépendait ! Si tu me fais encore perdre une seconde, sache que tu es une meurtrière ! » Dans le même instant, une voix claire et douce, celle d’une jeune fille, s’est glissée dans le combiné : « Merci, Liam, tu es vraiment incroyable. » Et cette femme n’était autre que l'amie de mon petit ami depuis leur enfance... Alors que la bombe menaçait de tout engloutir, dans un dernier geste désespéré, j’ai envoyé un message à Liam : « Adieu, je crois qu’il vaut mieux que nos chemins ne se croisent plus jamais, même dans une autre vie. »

J'ai patienté trois heures à la fête d'anniversaire de mon petit ami, Roméo Bossuet. Celui qui devait être le héros du jour dans son costume élégant a été appelé à l'hôpital par son premier amour, Gisèle Favre. Prétextant une entorse à la cheville pour susciter la sympathie, cette femme a même filmé une vidéo d'un baiser avec Roméo. Pris par l'émotion, Roméo, soi-disant invalide des jambes, s'est levé pour la plaquer contre la porte. « Roméo, pourquoi tu dis pas à Nina que tes jambes sont guéries ? » La voix de Roméo était pâteuse : « Si elle l'apprenait, elle insisterait pour que je l'épouse. Mais qu'est-elle pour moi ? Juste une bonne gratuite ! Elle est pas digne de devenir ma femme. » Ils s'embrassaient passionnément. Gisèle, vêtue d'une robe de mariée que j'avais conçue de mes propres mains, regardait la caméra avec provocation. La vidéo s'est arrêtée sur le son de leurs baisers fougueux. À ce moment-là, j'ai compris que Roméo m'avait toujours menti… J'ai jeté le gâteau que j'avais préparé pour lui à la poubelle, puis ai pris mon téléphone pour envoyer un message à ma mère : « Maman, j'irai au rendez-vous arrangé, je te promets. »

Josh Carter, a beguiling wealthy person known for his costly occasions and laid-back manner, is at crossroads. At the point when his dad dies suddenly, he is given a horrendous predicament framed in his dad's will: wed to acquire the Carter family riches, or watch everything deteriorate away. The Carter realm's past weighs intensely on Josh's shoulders, yet the idea of surrendering his unique lone fierce way of life feels like detainment. Josh makes a dangerous arrangement to get away from this unexpected circumstance. He moves toward Amy Wesley, the contemplative and bashful proprietor of a little bookstore in the downtown area, with a fascinating proposition: a contract marriage. Amy, who is lowered under water and fantasies about reestablishing her valued yet monetary striving bookstore, takes Josh's deal. They start their contract marriage, what starts as a ploy changes into considerably more. Josh's unbending facade starts to break, finding scars from a difficult past he's for quite some time tried to neglect. Amy, with secret stores of force, shrewdly directs Josh through the complexities of their bogus marriage. Their lives become weaved surprisingly, and the limits between what's valid and what's only for show get obscured. Amy finds a secret note tending to her, covered in the dusty profundities of the bookstore, similarly as they have faith in the possibility of certifiable love. The note implies a labrynth of foul play and covered thought processes that causes some qualms about Josh's real goals. Amy starts on an excursion to find the purpose for Josh's inspirations, driven by encoded hints from the note, and the plot takes an unexpected bearing. The novel closes with a strained excursion through the city's complex roads, leaving Amy's life in risk, and a dark message implying towards a perilous plot squeezing to swallow them both.

RAVENNA COSTA Some women fear the fire Others simply become it... Ruling over a criminal organization wasn't easy especially when no one wanted you to rule. If they thought they could kick me out because I was a woman, then they had another thing coming for them. I'll show them I'm not to be messed with, and when I'm done, they'll know I was not just a woman. I am the woman. ************ Ravenna Costa found her house up in flames after returning from a park with her nanny. The house getting burnt wouldn't have bothered her if her parents weren't in the house. They receive a text message from her father telling them to run, and that was what they did for ten years. During those ten years, they lived on the streets. They thought they had escaped their old life of luxury, but that was until Ravenna's past comes knocking on her present. She gets kidnapped on her way to the rundown apartment she had managed to secure for herself and her nanny, and then she's knocked unconscious. Waking up, she finds herself in a room, and she gets the biggest shock of her life. Turns out her father had been involved in shady business she never knew about. She's introduced to the world of organized crime, and there she meets her childhood best friend. Only he wasn't a child anymore, but a full-grown man. A full-grown man she wanted. The problem was they fought on opposite sides of a war, but that doesn't stop Ravenna from wanting him, after all, the heart wants what it wants. Decisions must be made as the line between love and hatred begins to blur, and Ravenna is forced to choose between her duty or her love for her childhood best friend.

Synopsis: The Billionaire’s Vengeful Queen Aurora Voss-Ryder has spent ten years perfecting the role of perfect wife to billionaire Damien Ryder. On their anniversary, she gifts him a rescued AI startup worth $400 million and proof she’s the reason Ryder Corp still breathes. In return, he hands her divorce papers, a forged scandal, and a threat to leak photos of her begging. Pregnant and betrayed, Aurora walks out with nothing but a positive test and a text from a ghost: “The Voss bloodline isn’t broken. Come home.” In her mother’s abandoned Brooklyn studio, Aurora unlocks a safe containing a $12 billion secret—VossTech, an AI empire built in shadows, 51% hers if she marries within a year of her mother’s death. With joint accounts frozen and paparazzi circling, she allies with Victor Kane, her mother’s dying partner and the only man who can give her controlling interest. A paper marriage, a black diamond ring, and a syringe of custom prenatal serum later, Aurora storms the VossTech boardroom in a killer pantsuit and claims interim CEO. But Damien isn’t finished. He forges abortion records, demands custody of the unborn child, and prepares a hostile takeover. Aurora counters with offshore leaks, a turncoat mistress, and two ex-Mossad shadows in the vents. At midnight in Ryder Tower, gun drawn and city watching, she tears up his custody agreement and watches federal agents drag him away. Victory tastes like ash when Victor’s heart fails hours later. His final words warn of a “blood moon” birth and enemies still hunting the Voss gene. With her due date looming and a new message signed –E., Aurora realizes the war for her empire, her child, and her life has only begun.

Being the only daughter of the Calhoun family, a mafia family in Merovia, I am doted on like a princess. This changes when I turn 18, when Mom dies. On the way back from a family meeting, the car blows up, and Mom shields me beneath her. Even as she lies in a pool of blood, her gaze is tender as she says to me, "Don't blame yourself, sweetheart. I love you." Still, after Mom's death, everyone in the family starts blaming me for what happened, including Dad and my older brother, William Calhoun. I go from being the princess of the family to the jinx that everyone hates. Soon after that, Dad brings home a new adopted daughter, Juliet Calhoun. William favors her and detests me. Even my childhood sweetheart, Shawn Kramer, takes a liking to her and ignores me. Dad says his new adopted daughter is way better than his biological one. They all agree to attend my college graduation ceremony. But on the day, they end up taking Juliet onto our family's yacht and holding a cocktail party out on the water to celebrate the official addition of a new family heir. This is the 100th time they ditch me for her. Unable to stop myself from an emotional breakdown, I cry out, "I'm the one who's related to you by blood!" Dad shields Juliet, who backs away from me out of fear. Then, he slaps me on the face. "I wish I'd never had you." "Who wants to have a younger sister like you? I wish you'd died with Mom!" William roars in contempt. This time, I've decided to let it all go. I call Aunt Marissa, Mom's sister. She's the founder and a therapist at MindCare Treatment Center. "Come here. This is your home now." I know that Mom's death was a conspiracy. This isn't just me leaving, but withdrawing myself from the family entirely. I hope that the next time I meet the Calhouns, there won't be tears on my end. Instead, judgment will befall them.

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

Cassandra Sayson, graduate ng apat na taong kurso ng business administration ay sumama sa graduation party na sponsor ng kanilang departmento na ginanap sa beach resort. Sa isip pa ni Cassandra, she has nothing to lose dahil natapos na niya ang apat na taon na pag-aaral sa college. May diploma na siya, hindi na masama ang mag-enjoy kahit isang gabi lang. Simula ng mag-aral siya mula elemtarya hanggang kolehiyo ay hindi pa niya naranasan ang gumimik, kaya sa beach resort ay tinodo na ni Cassandra ang maging masaya at malaya upang maranasan ang mag-enjoy sa party ng walang pakundangan Sa kasagsagan ng kasiyahan ay nalasing si Cassandra kasama ng kaniyang mga kaibigan. Nauwi sa tuksuhan at isang dare ang nangyari. Ang dare ay pumili ng lalaking halikan, kahit sinong lalaki na trip niyang halikan. Napadako ang tingin niya sa isang matangkad, matipuno at guwapo na lalaki. Ang lalaking hinalikan ni Cassandra ay ang tanyag na Doktor Adrian Razon na mula sa bilyonaryong pamilya. Namangha si Dr. Razon ng masilayan ng masinsinan ang babae dahil kamukha ito ng kaniyang girlfriend na si Sharon, nasa Amerika at comatose. Isang linggo ang lumipas pagkatapos ng insidente ng halikan sa party ay kinausap ni Dr. Adrian Razon si Cassandra at nag-offer ng proposal. Gusto niyang magpanggap si Cassandra na kaniyang girlfriend at maging asawa. Pumayag si Cassandra , nagkasundo silang dalawa na gumawa ng kontrata na ang pagpapanggap ay sa loob lamang ng dalawang taon. Isang taon pa ang lumipas ng pagsasama nina Dr Razon at Cassandra ng malaman ni Cassandra na siya ay nagdadalang-tao. Gusto niyang sabihin Kay Adrian na dinadala Niya ang anak ng doktor, subalit hindi Niya nagawang magtapat pa ng bigla namang nagpakita ang Isang babae na nagngangalang Sharon.