He Treated Me Like I Was Nothing Novels & Stories

 She glares at me with her mesmerizing eyes. Her lips are contorted in disgust. She glares at me. I hold back my smile, " Excuse me." She says to the passing air hostess, averting her eyes from me. she fully ignores me.        "How can I help you, ma'am? " She asks her.        "Can you please take this dumbass out of my eyes? I don't want this shit around me. " She says with a taste of anger.        My eyes widen. I thank the sunglasses.        ' She is damn rude, man! But I love it. '      "Woh girl! Mind your language. I respect girls. " I couldn't take away the shock from my voice.       She slightly draws her face at my side, "It was decent, you big oaf! Don't compel me to be worse." She coldly glares at me as she'd kill me with her eyes.  Suhana is a beautiful, charming and intelligent girl. She falls in love with a merchant Navy boy. When she asked him, will he marry her? Undoubtedly, gleefully he said yes. He made all the promises to her and showed her dreams of a happy married life. After completing her study, they planned to get married. Everyday she was feeling the depth of their love. He was on a six months' contract on ship. She was eagerly waiting for him. Days were passing, it has been more than six months. He didn't come which shattered her and her dreams completely. To know, will she get her love? Please read…. . )

At our daughter’s three-month milestone party, my husband Garrett’s so-called "best friend" publicly humiliated me. “Hey, Vivian. I heard you're a little loose down there after popping out the kid.” "If it's that bad, you better get some tightening surgery quick—don't wanna mess up your marriage vibes!" Garrett shot her a playful glare and snapped, "Knock it off, Scarlett! You can't just say whatever pops into your head." Then he turned to me with a breezy shrug. "She's just like that—total tomboy. We grew up together; she means no harm." Scarlett shook her half-exposed breast and pouted, "Oh, come on, don't take it personally, Vivian. Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of you." "See, my problem is the opposite. I'm way too tight—hurts like hell during my period. No clue who's gonna get lucky with this later." Then she cut her eyes toward Garrett with a playful wink. " Oh right, you've tried it before, haven't you?" The room went dead silent. Every pair of eyes drifted toward me, barely concealing their curiosity. I smiled, set down my wine glass, and looked at Scarlett with fake concern. "That's strange. I don't remember making it that tight when I did your surgery."

I'd made plans to spend New Year's Eve with my fiancee, Sophie Bennett. I'd even rushed home with a custom cake I picked up just for us. However, my smile slipped the second I walked in. A photo of Sophie and me that was hanging on the wall was being used as a dartboard. Her guy best friend, Sean Hewitt, had one arm wrapped around her waist while casually throwing darts at it. "Oh, hey, you're back?" he said with a grin. "Perfect timing. We're playing Truth or Dare." The words had barely left his mouth when another dart hit the photo—right in my face. My chest tightened as I parted my lips to call him out. Yet, Sean only laughed. "Wow, hit you again? Guess even fate thinks you two aren't meant to be." Then, he added, all fake innocence, "Don't get the wrong idea, alright? It's just a game. Sophie and I are basically bros. You're not seriously bothered by this, are you?" I stood there, completely still. As I stared at that photo completely riddled with holes, I couldn't help but think it looked a lot like my heart at that moment. Sophie gave him a half-hearted scolding. "Alright, cut it out." But Sean just put on a wounded look and kept his arm around her waist. Sophie only smiled helplessly before turning to me with clear impatience. "Sean's just messing around. Don't stand there with that look on your face and kill the mood. It's just a photo. We can print another one tomorrow. Stop being so petty."

Two weeks before our wedding, Jonah Alston suddenly wants to postpone it. He says, "Sasha says she's having her first exhibition on that day. She'll be alone during the opening, and I'm worried she'll get stage fright. I have to help her. We're just going through the motions with the wedding, anyway. What does it matter whether it's a day earlier or later?" This isn't his first time postponing our wedding for Sasha Lester's sake, though. The first time he did it was because he claimed she missed having homecooked food after undergoing surgery. He'd flown abroad to care for her for two months. The second time was because he said she wanted to head into the mountains to get inspired. He'd gone with her out of concern for her safety. Now, this is the third time. I hang up and look at Austin Everett, my childhood sweetheart. He sits across from me, looking leisurely as he taps his emerald-embedded walking cane on the marble floor. I ask, "Do you need a wife?" On my wedding day, Sasha holds up her glass and waits for Jonah to clink it with his. However, his eyes are red as he watches a livestream—it's the wedding of the scion of Everett Group, the country's largest property development company.

After my adopted sister, Bella, borrowed my phone, she forgot to log out of our family's secure channel. I was about to log her out when an encrypted group chat message popped up at the top of the screen. "To celebrate Enzo, the Moretti heir, handling his first piece of business for the family, we're having dinner at the private club tonight." I tapped on it without a second thought. The member list in the channel was painfully clear, showing only four avatars: my father, my mother, my brother, and Bella. My brother, Enzo, replied a moment later, "Just the four of us. Don't call Aurora." "If she comes, she'll just find another excuse to bully Bella." I stared at the words, frozen. It dawned on me then. In this family, I had been the outsider all along.

When Samara marries a wealthy and powerful Colonel to save her family, she knew her life long dream of experiencing true love was thwarted. He was way older and never struck as the kind of man she would want to spend her entire life with. However an unexpected turn of event made her realise she might just be wrong, and her lifelong dream might become a reality.

I've been married to billionaire CEO Christopher Hayes for two years, and only now does my ex, Benjamin Clarke, decide to propose. The rumble of engines echoes as a fleet of black trucks lines up neatly outside my private estate. The drivers unload box after box of gifts—luxury watches, fine jewelry, couture gowns, and even a grand piano. Standing proudly among the shower of rose petals, he announces, "Sienna, I told you—the only reason I had a child with my sister-in-law was because my older brother died in an accident, and she wanted to keep our family's bloodline alive. "The baby just turned a month old. I've fulfilled my promise to her, and now I've come to marry you!" I lounge in the heated pool, having just finished my postpartum recovery exercises, and I can't even be bothered to look at him. He knits his brows, and his tone turns patronizing. "I know you're upset, but you're the heiress of the Grant family; you have everything you could ever want! Why can't you show a little compassion for a widow who just lost her husband? "I know it was selfish of me to make you wait for two years, but I'm back now! Our wedding will be held in three days. I can tell you still care about me. If not, why would you greet me in such a revealing bikini?" His overconfidence makes me chuckle. "Guards, get him out of here! I'm trying to swim here." What a joke. I've just welcomed the heir of Hayes Group into the world, and Christopher has been insisting that I take our baby home to visit my parents. Yet, somehow, I end up running into this idiot.

Sasha Smith is the owner of an exclusive dance club catering to the rich and arrogant. When one of her favorite customers and close friends is missing from his regular spot at the bar, she goes in search of him. Finding him very ill, lonely and at risk, she agrees to move in with him temporarily until he's feeling better. When Rin Allegretti, Italian mafia Don, finds out his grandfather has an exotic dancer living in his house, he rallies his family to the family home to thwart whatever the gold-digging girl's plans might be for his grandfather. Rin finds himself drawn to the younger woman and wanting to protect her from the harshness of the family he himself dropped on her. Sasha finds herself in the midst of family drama, under scrutiny of an attractive older man and falling in over her head. She herself comes from a similar family and she knows the dangers of tangling with a boss, especially one of a rival family. She knows once he realizes who her family are, there will be hell to pay. Rin wants only to protect the little dancer and to keep her safe, even if it means, opening his heart up for the very first time. Can he convince her he’s not the monster mobster she believes him to be?

On our fourth wedding anniversary, I waited at home in vain. Ethan set off fireworks across the entire city for his first love. I was burned by the sparks and ended up in the hospital. Seeing my blackened wounds, he shielded his first love from the doorway and said coldly, "Don't look. It's disgusting." After returning home, I found lace lingerie in the washing machine on the balcony. I calmly took it out, folded it, and placed it on the living room table. Closing the lid, I booked a flight to London.

A young black girl with silver hair, who was raised by her loving mother until the age of 12, has been thrusted into the world of werewolves, on the account of her father being an Alpha. He only finds out about this daughter once her mother dies. But the strangest thing is, she has no wolf. She smells human, but she's definitely his. The alpha brought her to live with him, and during that time, they both discovered things about themselves that neither knew existed. She was never just "human," and his "mate" was never his to begin with. This human girl was, in fact, a long, foretold gift to the wovles and a destructive force on those who waged war on good.