Icarus Laughed

My boyfriend's childhood friend got knocked up. To save her rep, Quentin Palmer married her. When I asked what that meant for me—and our baby—he stayed ice-calm. "Rainee's not like you. I'm all she's got. She wouldn't survive the gossip." Like I had anyone else? Like I wasn't carrying his baby too? Later, while people laughed behind my back about the "fatherless" kid I was having, Quentin just stood there—next to Rainee, silent. That's when it hit me—love comes with a pecking order. So I ended the pregnancy. Gave up my baby... all so he could play the hero for her.

I trusted her. I trusted him. Big mistake. When I caught my husband and my best friend tangled in betrayal, my world shattered. And my daughter? She chose her as her new mom. Me? Just a housewife. Just the ‘overbearing mom’ who cared too much. Done. I walked away, leaving their apologies and tears in the dust. My husband dropped to his knees, begging, “Please, come back. We can fix this.”My daughter clung to me, crying, “Mom, don’t leave me.” I laughed: “Fix it? Don’t leave? Too late. You had your chance. I don’t need either of you anymore.”

I was the fat girl, the nerd who everyone bullied just for the fun of it. They even nicknamed me 'the ugly duckling.' They threw things at me, hurled insults at me and laughed at me. My parents choose my sister over me every time. My crush, Ashton Hill even humiliated me in front of the whole school. But I rose above it. I turned the pain into purpose—the humiliation into power. Now, the ball is in my court and I am about to make the game as hard as it can get for every single person who ever tainted me. Especially Ashton Hill! Everyone was about to know what regret meant because I would make sure to teach them a lesson they never forget!

I was the real daughter brought back to marry in place of the fake one. On the night I married Shaun Harrison, he kissed my tearful eyes and made a promise. “Quiana, if you have my baby, I’ll give you a home.” Because of that promise, I risked my life to give birth to Jaxon Harrison. I dreamed of having a home that belonged to me. But years later, I saw the fake daughter walking over while holding Jaxon’s hand. “Aunt Stella, I wish you were my mom. “I’ll help you get rid of her. Can you be my mom instead?” The fake daughter laughed, and Shaun looked at them lovingly. They looked like a real family.

"As what?" I asked with sarcasm evident in my voice. "As my sex slave," Matteo Russo said, and I choked. I didn't just choke but I laughed out my heart. This had to be a joke. Laura Vento never got anything from her parents, except being sold to Antony Brown to pay off a debt. Her only chance of freedom is to pay off the money. Laura has a plan, to work her ass off so she can be free. Everything was going smoothly until she met the notorious mafia leader Matteo Russo, whose reputation precedes him. Matteo is a man with no emotions but when he meets Laura- The gorgeous red headed stripper, he knew he has to have her- no matter the cost

Diana was murdered on the day of her Engagement anniversary by her fiance Gaston and her best friend Rebecca. They laughed as her car caught up in flames and she almost died. Luckily for her, she ended up in the hospital where she had plastic surgery, after fully recovering, she realized that Gaston and Rebecca had gotten married and were living her life. She swore to ruin their lives, exacting her revenge by working as a secretary for her Ex-fiancée Gaston, making him fall helplessly in love with her. But things take an unexpected turn when she has a one night-stand with a childhood crush who chases her to the ends of the earth to make her his.

On her Husband's Birthday, Regina Campbell walked in on him with another woman. Worst of all, He felt no remorse and instead laughed at her for being dumb to think she deserved Love. After the divorce, Regina flee the city with the hope of starting over. However, Regina realized she was already pregnant for her now ex-husband. Right there --- Regina Campbell made a vow to herself. A vow to never let a man into her life , a vow to protect herself and her daughter. Four Years Later , her daughter was saved by a man who would stop at nothing to make her open her heart again. A presidential CEO being persistent to a single Mom? What could he possibly do to make her open her heart once more? How long until the feeling becomes undeniable?.

On the day of our daughter's birthday, my husband brought the daughter of his true love home.The little girl had her arms wrapped around my husband's neck. She pointed at me and asked, "Dad, who is she?"My husband tried to comfort her. "Baby, she's the nanny that I've hired for you."I tried my best not to be affected by the pain in my chest and bowed respectfully. "Mr. Frost, Please pay me for the work that I've done for the past seven years..."My husband laughed angrily. "You're such a gold digger!"Well, I indeed love money. Why couldn't I love money? I was dying and needed to make preparations for my daughter in advance. Not only that, but I also would make them all pay the price!

"I'm being forced to marry the Cruel Mafia Boss." Joanna Smith's idyllic existence was abruptly turned upside down when the Cruel Mafia Boss demanded she marry him. "Do you wish to know why I married a fragile woman like you?" He asked her, his voice icy. Joanna nodded, curious about why she married such a dangerous man. "You're repaying a debt, honey! A loan your father refused to repay before he died!" He laughed metaphorically, as if he'd said something amusing. "You're mine now, Joanna. I'm going to do insane things to your body, making you crave me, want more, and beg me to F**k you.

On our third wedding anniversary, I received a cake from my husband. It had the names Clarisse Burke and Antonio Carey written on it, along with Happy Third Anniversary. But I felt like I'd been plunged into ice. That wasn't my name. Clarisse was his secretary. Sure enough, I saw my cake in Clarisse Burke's latest post, labeled Iva Grant and Antonio Carey. [Three years, and someone's already treating me like his wife.] Below, there was a comment. [Delete that post! The cakes got mixed up. Don't let Iva find out.] That was when I realized he had planned every romantic surprise in pairs. Holding my phone, I laughed at his pathetic attempt to cover it up. But I was done. I started planning my exit.