Romans & histoires Im Sorry Phineas

"I'm sorry for what I'm about to tell you. I just don't want you to have any misconceptions about this marriage." "What do you mean?" "I don't like beating about the bush, so I will go straight to the point. I don't like you and don't want to get married to you. I had to consent because my mother requested this from me, and I just couldn't say no to her." "What are you now trying to say?" "You shouldn't have any expectations from me or from this marriage."

He came to me and hugged me without saying anything. "I'm sorry for all I did. And I'm letting you go. I know that you don't love me anymore so I'm ready to be patient for you." Dave... I closed my eyes and realized, I hugged him back and rested my chin on his arm. We are only carried away by our emotions so we do bad things. But anyway, I forgive you since you told me your reason. You have become a part of my life, Dave, and I was happy to have you before. "Dave."

Every time the housekeeper came to cook, she brought her daughter along. I felt sorry for them — single mother, no support — so I never said a word. Until one afternoon, I pulled out the chair at the head of the table and found a note taped to the back. It read: "Freeloaders aren't allowed to eat here." I tore the note off and turned to the housekeeper. "What is this supposed to mean?" The girl shot me a look of pure contempt and let out a cold laugh. "You're just a maid. You sponge off other people's homes day after day — how are you not ashamed? If you can't afford food, go beg on the street. People like you, mooching off everyone, make me sick." I stared at her, completely thrown. The housekeeper rushed over and lowered her voice. "Ms. Wolfe, my daughter doesn't know I'm the maid here. She saw how hard I work and felt sorry for me — that's why she put up the note." "And she has serious germophobia. She can't stand eating with strangers. Wait outside until she's done eating. Don't come back in." Before I could answer, she shoved me out the front door. The door slammed shut behind me with a final bang. I stood there on the steps and calmly dialed the police. "Hello. There's been a break-in at my home. Someone's locked me out. I need an officer here now."

"Good afternoon, ma'am. You just walked out of Boston City Hall looking absolutely radiant. Any special occasion to celebrate?" "I'm getting divorced." "I'm sorry to hear that. Would you mind telling me what happened?" "He's been bedding his late right-hand man's sister. In my art studio, on my yacht, across my private study desk, and even on the grand piano in our living room. He thought I didn't know." "I can't imagine how much this hurts. I'm so sorry for what you're going through. Where are you heading now?" "The hospital. Prenatal checkup." ... The interview went viral within hours for her calm, unflinching recounting of the betrayal and the shocking contrast between her glamorous mafia wife identity and her devastating situation. It didn't take long for netizens to dig out my identity, and the entire world now knows the woman in that video is me. Elena, Donna of the Moretti family. Three years ago, Vincenzo Moretti, the undisputed Don who ruled Boston's underworld with an iron fist, threw me a wedding that made headlines across the nation. Back then, everyone envied me, calling me the luckiest woman alive. But now? That interview had been online for nearly two days, and Vincenzo was still lost in his little love nest. By the time Vincenzo finally bothered to watch the video his men had forwarded to him, I was already in New Zealand. The whole world knew I was leaving Vincenzo Moretti. He was the last person on earth to find out.

Nikkie needs to earn at least 70,000 dollars for her mother's medical expenses. She can't get that much money from her part-time job. What kind of job could she get as a high school graduate to earn that much money? As she was crying about her poverty in a corner of the hospital lobby, a couple in their mid-thirties, dressed in fancy clothes, suddenly approached her. "Sorry, we accidentally heard about your predicament. Would you like to help us, and get 70,000 dollars in return?" the woman asked kindly. "What do I have to do? I'll do anything!" said Nikkie excitedly. "Be a surrogate mother for us."

“Don't you guys feel sorry for her?” “She's just a cheap slut that begs for me every night,” a man that looks exactly like her fiancé said with a smirk. Eleanor just found out that her fiancé was a twin and her bedmate was his twin brother. Her caring fiancé by day was different from the one filled with desires at night. ********* Eleanor dated her fiancé for four years and decided to get married to him, but she was just a pawn in his revenge games. What will she do when she finds out that the man she has been sleeping with was her fiancé’s secret twin brother, not her fiancé?

"Are you sure you want to change your name, Ms. Anderson? You'll have to change your degree certificate, documentation, and passport once you do." Noelle Anderson nods. "I'm sure." The employee tries to talk her out of it. "It's quite troublesome for adults to change their names, and your current name sounds nice. Are you sure you don't want to think about it?" "No, I'm done thinking." She signs the form. "Sorry for the trouble and thanks." "Alright, then. The name you're changing to is… Aria Byrd, right?" "Yeah." Aria Byrd—it means a flight to freedom.

Leon is the pastor’s perfect son quiet, obedient, and pure or at least that is what everyone thinks. But Behind closed doors, Leon lives a dangerous secret life as the anonymous author of scandalous BL novels… and the inspiration for his filthy stories is none other than Damian, his own school’s beloved golden boy. But when Leon’s darkest secret is abruptly im the open, someone starts blackmailing him with humiliating evidence and now his carefully controlled life begins to fall apart The worst part? The one person who seems to know everything… is Aaron—the campus bad boy with a reputation for breaking hearts. Now Leon is trapped in a dangerous game of secrets, desire, and obsession. Because the more Aaron pushes him, the more Leon realizes something terrifying: The bad boy who ruined his life might be the one person he can’t stop craving. And once Aaron decides he wants something… He never lets it go.

“Is it because I am blind?” “Yes.” said Violet without hesitation. “It was easy to deceive you because you couldn't see.” “I guess it was.” Kian bowed his head, “I'm sorry for not realizing that sooner, but I won't let you be killed either. I gave you my word.” Violet unsheathed the saintess's sword and took three steps backwards. Kian stood there, unsure of what she was trying to do. “Your promise doesn't matter. I'd rather commit suicide than be killed by you hypocrites!” “How do you think your aunt will feel about you doing this to yourself then?” Violet paused in her steps. H-how? She couldn't even bring herself to ask anything. Using Violet's distraction, Kian grabbed her right arm and moved her away from the cliff. Then he placed a crystal in her right hand, “Go. The crystal will show you the way out ” She hesitated, “B-but—” She was interrupted by Kian's innocent peck on her lips, “I promise, you won't be hurt.” “Didn't you say that was a way of sealing promises between outsiders?” Violet's lips trembled and her hands, unevenly. Why was he acting so weird? He was blind. How could he kiss her? How could he.. She was slowly losing her mind. “Get going then. We'll definitely meet again when fate joins us together.” he smiled making 's heart beat loudly in guilt. ‘I'm sorry’ she thought as she turned to leave.

"Skye, please," Jaxon's voice was desperate, but I couldn't bear to look at him after what I'd learned. "Listen to me first, baby." "What is there to explain?" My words were bitter. "Why keep it hidden until now?" He didn't respond. I let out a mixture of sobs and laughter. "See?" "Skye, please. My situation is difficult. Just give me a chance to explain. I have too much on my plate." I shook my head. "No, I don't need to hear your lies." "Is it that hard for you, Skye? I always listen to you." His words hit me. "Are you blaming me? Sorry, Jaxon. This setup is tiring. I waited for you, but you were not there when I needed you most. I tried to reach out, but you were too busy with things you didn't tell me. So, I was left alone like I was no one." I could see a mix of emotions in his eyes—emotions I couldn't fathom, emotions I saw for the first time since we started our relationship. "I'm sorry, Jaxon. I want to let go. I tried so hard, but I'm choosing myself this time. You stole the only friend I had!" As I opened the door, my heart broke. "Baby, please. Don't give up on me. I love you." "I can't feel it, Jax. I'm too drained. I'm sorry." I stepped outside the room. "And I hope not to see you again."