I Disappeared Three Years The Day My Marriage Ended

Nearly 3 years, Bella lived and worked in Brian's house, she was always teased by him, and he always said he loved her. Everything was repeated until one day she climbed into his bed and had sex with him while drunk. Although Bella tries to forget that memorable night, Brian constantly clings to her. He gave her a diamond ring and asked to marry her. Finally, she was charmed by him and accepted to love him. But events happened and Bella had to choose to leave Brian and when they met again, the wall of hatred and misunderstanding between them kept piling up.

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I planned a surprise for him. I hid in his studio. Instead, I found him inviting a university student to pose as his model. As she peeled away layers of clothing, his eyes lit up. "Exquisite. Truly exquisite. It's been ten years—and this is the first time I've seen true beauty," he said. Then he lunged forward, capturing her in a passionate kiss. My nails dug into my palm, hard enough to draw blood, but I stayed silent. For ten years, I had walked behind him, always in his shadow. I was tired.

While I was nine months pregnant, the apple of my husband’s eye moved into our house. Whenever she saw me, she would make a sad face. My husband was sure that I was flaunting my pregnancy to make her angry. “Rachel is frail, and she can’t get pregnant, yet you’re walking around making her upset?! Do I seriously have to teach you a lesson?!” He ordered the bodyguards to lock me in the attic that had not been in use for a long time and told them not to give me food. I pleaded for mercy and told him that the ultrasound scan showed that the twin babies were too big. I told him that the doctor had claimed that I had to be hospitalized while I waited for my delivery. But he laughed as if he had heard the world’s greatest joke. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice. “You’re still three days away from your delivery date! Enough with the pitiful act! Repent while you’re in the attic! This is what you get for making Rachel upset!” The contractions hurt so much that I clenched my fists to the point that my nails broke, but no one unlocked the door to the attic. My piercing screams echoed in the attic for a long time until my whole body was soaked in blood, and one of my babies was stuck between my bloody legs. Three days later, my husband ate his breakfast that was not up to his taste and said, “Have Jane make breakfast for me, then have her apologize to Rachel with a gift. If she’s sincere enough, I’ll send her to the hospital to deliver the babies.” But no one dared go up to the attic because the blood that flowed down from it had already reached the second step of the stairs.

Seeing my best friend Wilson got married to my another best friend, Elena, I was more than devastated. How could Wilson marry someone when I had admired him for far too lang than one could even count? But I had another way to stop my sadness - get drunk to my heart's content which was a mistake when I woke up lying in a different bed. I had a one-night stand, and if that wasn't enough, I signed a marriage contract with this stranger. Or more precisely to Daniel Manzo, the CEO of Manzo Group. I must get out of this unreasonable marriage! Dalvin: "Wife, if you step out of this mansion once again, I'll make sure you're unable to walk for one week starting tonight!" I stomped on his feet and told him, "I'll break your feet before you break mine! Adieu!" Disclaimer: In the process of editing 11-15 chapters.

Tanya Darlington's well-planned future collapses when she catches her best friend and bridesmaid in bed with her fiancé the day before their wedding. Devastated and heartbroken, Tanya finds herself crying on a darkened street when a man, chased by armed men, rushes towards her. She impulsively unlocks her car to help him, making herself a target in the process. In their hideout, adrenaline-fueled passion ignites between Tanya and the mysterious stranger, leading her to throw caution to the wind for the first time in years. Only for her to learn the following morning that her famous musician fiance was determined not to let a "little" misunderstanding stop the wedding. It was meant to be the wedding of the year, and he wouldn't "allow" anything to ruin his good image. Furious and desperate, she makes a bold decision: she asks the stranger to be her groom for the day. Will he accept her proposal? What does he stand to gain? Who is this enigmatic man, and what are the consequences of such an impulsive choice? This story is filled with suspenseful plot twists, steamy moments, unexpected turns, and, of course, love. Enjoy!

When the earthquake struck on what should have been our fourth wedding anniversary, my supposedly devoted and family-oriented husband, Lionel Brooks, abandoned me and our children, who were trapped under the rubble. Despite our children's pleas for help, Lionel left without a second thought, carrying his former flame, Fiona Smith, and her daughter to safety. While Fiona and her daughter escaped with minor injuries, my precious children had their chests pierced by steel beams, leaving this world forever. It was such a twisted fate. What was meant to be a day of celebration turned into an annual day of mourning for my beautiful children. A week later, during my children's funeral, Lionel had the audacity to call and ask which hospital the kids were in. It was laughable—after ensuring Fiona and her child were comfortable and safe, he finally found time to check on his flesh and blood. I could only say, "You finally remembered your children after a whole week? Lionel, I hope you rot in hell."

Laila is just one of the many Omegas of the Grey Marsh pack, a werewolf pack widely renowned for their savage brutality. A brutality that - for some members at least - isn't only aimed at outsiders. But as fierce as Grey Marsh are among werewolves, even they tread carefully when it comes to the Lycans that inhabit the mountains to their west. They, too, are feared and avoided by others of their kind, and a werewolf is no match for the raw, brutal power of a Lycan. Or are they? She's about to find out..

Akibat keluarganya yang terus memaksa untuk segera menikah Shella akhirnya mengikuti program situs kencan buta yang telah di rekomendasikan oleh temannya. Akan tetapi Shella justru tertarik dengan pria lain yang berada di restoran daripada ketiga pria kecan buta nya. Akhirnya setelah Shella membenarkan diri untuk mengundi keberuntungan dengan pria itu Shella justru ditolak secara mentah-mentah. Karena rasa malu Shella memutuskan untuk pulang kerumahnya. Sesaat setelah tiba diparkiran Shella tidak sengaja mendengar suara ricuh sepasang kekasih menggema. Akibat rasa penasarannya Shella memutuskan untuk mendekat mencaritahu apa yang sedang terjadi pada pasangan kekasih itu. Namun jika saja Shella tahu apa yang akan terjadi akibat perbuatannya tersebut mengantarkannya pada sebuah ikatan berbahaya Shella tidak akan melakukannya. Bagaimana nasib Shella selanjutnya? Apakah Shella akan terkena sebuah musibah atau justru keberuntungan? Ikuti kisah lengkapnya di sini. Tinggalkan kritik dan saran jika cerita ini memiliki kekurangan di bagian pengetikan ataupun hal lainnya. Terimakasih...

When a new bill is put into place in America, it causes tensions with the United Kingdom. To rectify their mistake and ease the unrest between their people, the President proposes an arranged marriage between Caledon Brooker, the Vice President's son, and Eleanor Harris, the Prime Minister's daughter.But as time goes on and Cal and Lena spend more time together, their feelings begin to grow. With the whole world watching their every move, can they turn their relationship from professional to personal, or will it cost them everything?My Politically Arranged Marriage is written by Amelie Bergen, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My husband threw me into the crocodile pit to help his childhood sweetheart, who was a KOL, gain popularity. To make the live stream more realistic, he personally tossed bait at me. “Have you not eaten? My grandma can run faster than you!” He watched as I bled from my abdomen, believing I was just pretending to be pitiful. When I asked for a divorce, he kicked me to the ground. “Since you love pretending to be pitiful to ask for a divorce, why didn’t you just let the crocodile kill you?” I handed him a medical report. “My child died because of you. Does this count as pretending to be pitiful?”