Novel & Cerita Icarus Laughed

"I want you back, I can't let the president have you." Hailey froze, for a moment she thought she didn't hear him clearly until he repeated himself. She laughed loudly, as she looked at the almighty mafia don that had used her and dumped her when he achieved his goal. "Were you dreaming when you filed for a divorce," Hailey whispered with a bedroom voice. She knew he wanted her back but was he worthy of her precious second chance? In a world where love is taken for granted and forgiveness is a sin, will Hailey go back to the past that once broke her, or embrace new love? Updated daily from mondays to saturdays. Subscribe to read, or wait to read for free…The choice is yours. ❤💋

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.

Damien was attacked by rogue wolves. I threw myself in front of him and nearly died for it—two broken ribs, both legs almost torn off. When I woke up, I decided to mess with him. "Who are you? I don't know you." His face went rigid. I almost laughed out loud. I was about to tell him I was joking—when he pointed at the man standing beside him. "I'm a friend of your mate's. He's your future mate." My heart dropped. The words died in my throat. I stared at him, stunned. A second later, Lucien stepped forward and took my hand. "Yes. I'm your mate. Let's go home." Fine. Then I'll take a new mate.

I was reborn. Right back to the day I adopted Peter. The wind cut sharp, baby cries slicing through the cold. That's when it hit me—this was the day Stuart Pete, my oh-so-loving husband, dumped his illegitimate child right in my path after work. He knew me too well. The second I picked the kid up, he'd spin it into an adoption, making the boy ours. Last time, I fell for it. This time? I walked away without a second thought. Later, I heard the kid got pneumonia from being left out in the freezing cold—fever so bad, it wrecked him for life. I laughed until my stomach hurt. What I didn't see coming? Peter was reborn too—about to experience the life he was meant to have.

On day two of Matthew's so-called business trip, I was wiping down the counter when I said, "Auri, play some music." Instead of music, a syrupy voice chirped, "Sure thing, my Baby Moon. Oh, and Matthew, don't forget Bibi's birthday surprise tonight." I froze. The speaker blasted some random playlist, but all I heard was 'Bibi.' Matthew Kein was my husband. So who the hell was Bibi? I called him. "Did you mess with our smart speaker?" A beat of silence, then his fake laugh. "Oh, a buddy dropped by. Probably logged his account in. Why?" I laughed back like I bought it, then hung up. Two taps later, I was scrolling the login history, already hailing a cab to the company tied to that mystery account.

*Sneak peak* "You are a psycho Satan, I will run away one day" Brianna yelled from behind the closed door. *sneered* "You are my slave, and you have no right to talk back. Do what I say if you don't want punishment. Be a good girl darling" Satan laughed, a wicked laugh which shook the walls of tall mansion Brianna fell in love with the devil and that was her biggest mistake. His love and care; everything was fake. He, himself was fake. He was the nightmare that haunted her each day and each night. He was a Ruthless Billionaire and no one dared to speak in front of him. People shivered at the mention of his name. He was the SATAN of the underworld. Will Satan ever see Brianna's love for him or will he lose her for the sake of his lust? Will Brianna ever be able to forgive him and be free from this forced Relationship?

On our eighth anniversary, Claire Young announced that she had already registered her marriage with her childhood friend. She took him home, ordering me around as if it was only natural. "Move to another room. Stan loves sunshine." "Stan doesn't like sweets, so don't bake any when you're at home. He'd be upset if he saw it." I kept quiet through it all and bought a ticket to leave. My friend wanted to help me out of the predicament, but she didn't think it was a big deal. "He's just being dramatic again. Let him be—he'd be caving in just a few days." Everyone laughed at that, and quietly made bets as to when I'd come crawling back to Claire's feet. None of them knew I was already inducted into the national weapons program, and that I was really leaving.

This book is set in the same universe as the Vampire's rejected wolf. "What the hell are you doing here, Luke?" Raina asked with a straight face. Luke gave her a smile and asked, "Is this the way to talk to your savior?" Luke paused before he smirked and said, "And your mate?" "The mate that you rejected and never wanted." Luke laughed and said, "Oh, I changed my mind." he said as he suddenly grabbed her hand and pinned her against the wall, which made her eyes widen. "What the hell, Luke?" "I want you back." "No, you can't have me back." "Oh, honey, I thought you knew that I always get what I want." Raina glared at him. "I am not an object that you can obtain!" "You are not an object; you are my heart, and I want it back." ~~

The wedding had reached the part where we were supposed to exchange rings, but my fiance wouldn’t say those two simple words: "I do." It was because his past love had just announced her breakup an hour ago. The post on social media included a picture of a plane ticket, the landing time just one hour away. My brother suddenly stepped forward and announced to everyone that the wedding would be delayed. Without a word, they both left me standing there, turning me into a laughingstock. I calmly dealt with everything, glancing at the new social media post from his past love. In the photo, my brother and fiance were standing around her, offering her the best of everything. I laughed bitterly and dialed my parents' number. "Dad, Mom, I'm willing to come home and marry into the Sanford family."

My grandfather died on a covert mission, and authorities approved a grand funeral in his honor. Concerned about my grief, my fiancé offered to handle the arrangements. On the day of the funeral, I arrived with my grandfather's ashes, only to find his portrait discarded on the ground, replaced by one of a dog. Furious, I tried to remove it, but my fiancé's adopted sister stopped me. "Hands off that portrait!" Suppressing my fury, I countered, "This is my grandfather's funeral. He was a decorated hero." "So what?" She shrugged, sneering, "Isaac said Luck deserves the grandest send-off. If you've got a problem, take it up with him. Adoring me, he'd cancel your engagement and ditch you in a heartbeat." I laughed incredulously, calling Isaac's family. "You people begged for this engagement. Since when does your adopted daughter get to call it off?"