Ips Holding

A few weeks before our wedding, Rodney Luther's stepmother, Jessica Flaine, posts a photo on her social media. In the photo, she's wearing the wedding dress I picked out, holding a bouquet of red roses, and shyly leaning toward Rodney, asking for a kiss. The caption reads—"Dreams fulfilled." I don't call Rodney in tears or throw a fit like I used to. I simply like the post and leave a comment. "Screenshot sent to Rodney's father." Not long after, Jessica deletes the post, and Rodney's phone call follows immediately. "Ivana, you're being so petty! The rest of my days belong to you. It's only today that I'm fulfilling a small dream of Jessica's. Hurry up and explain things to my dad! "Come on, be good. I've got a gift for you." A scoff escapes me. "Rodney, do you hear me clearly? Go explain it to your father yourself!"

I endured hundreds of injections just to give Stanley Brighton a child. He was moved to tears and held me, promising that even if we couldn't have children, he would love only me. I diligently followed the doctor's advice and underwent treatment. The day I confirmed my pregnancy, I was so excited that I wanted to rush home and share the good news with Stanley. But what awaited me was unimaginable. Stanley and the female tenant we shared the apartment with were lying naked together in the bathroom, sharing an intimate bath. He was behind her, holding her close, his lips incessantly biting at her earlobes. "I'll give you as many children as you want! Ten, eight—whatever it takes! Just divorce her!" "Alright, just give me some time. I'll divorce her for sure!" Hearing their whispered entanglement, I turned away, stepping into the rain, determined to leave. I would disappear to a place where Stanley could never find me, not in this lifetime.

“How Long Were You Going To Wait Before Telling Me?” He Demanded, His Voice Like Velvet Over Steel. She decided to try to bluff him out, then abruptly changed tack, choosing to attack him on his own terms. “I could ask you the same thing. How long were you going to wait before telling me you’d bought this building? I never stood a chance to buy out, did I?” “You would have known in good time, Blair. Now, it is not like you to be unwell, and I assume it can be due to only one thing. So, I will ask you again. How long were you going to wait before telling me you were pregnant?” “Until never!” “Wrong answer.” He covered the short distance between them in the blink of an eye. One arm curved around her back, holding her captive against his body. And darn it, her body responded instantly to his touch.

In high school, Ivy Monroe was the quiet nerd no one noticed—except when they were laughing at her. And Liam Calloway? He led the laughter. Now Ivy’s all grown up—famous, flawless, and filthy rich. She’s the CEO of her own luxury fashion brand, and she’s never looked back... until her father drops a bomb, “You’re getting married. To him.” That’s right. Liam freaking Calloway. The arrogant golden boy who once humiliated her in front of the entire school is now the heir to a crumbling empire. And the only way to save both their families is to tie the knot. Ivy agrees, but with rules. No touching. No feelings. And definitely no falling in love. But Liam isn’t the same boy from high school. He’s hotter, cockier, and way too determined to make their fake marriage feel a little too real. Let the games begin. Because this time, she’s the one holding the power. And he has no idea what he’s up against.

"Her love is like her bite. Lethal yet addicting." Lanver suddenly finds himself trapped in Tierra Lucien – a world full of vampires, werewolves, mages, and other supernatural creatures after he was forcibly brought by a royal vampire family to rebuild their kingdom's protective barrier. Lanver found out that he is not just an ordinary human but a descendant of the great mage in their world. He refused it at first, but they held him captive and promised to take him back home only if he'd do what they want. He had no choice but to agree. Lanver only wants two things: fulfill his job and leave. But there's one thing that is on his way of having a peaceful life in Terra Lucien – Princess Emery, the ever-wicked vampire princess who desired to suck his blood right on their first meeting. He ought to avoid her at all cost, and so he did. But how did he find himself holding her waist as she straddles him with her fangs on his shoulder?

“I want a divorce.” “I’ll divorce you after you’re pregnant with my child.” Elmy Jordyn thought her marriage to Zayne Kensley would change with time. She was wrong. The marriage was cold—nothing but quiet wounds that never healed. When Elmy grew tired of holding on to her hope of staying with Zayne, especially with Sunny Carson—Zayne’s ex—standing between them, she finally filed for divorce. Zayne refused and set a condition: Elmy had to carry his child. That was when Elmy realized the truth. In this marriage, she was nothing more than a tool. So she made a reckless decision—dragging Sunny Carson into a game that had never been fair from the start. Zayne didn’t stay silent. A new contract was drawn up. Harsher. More binding. And when feelings that should have stayed dead begin to surface again, Elmy is forced to choose: the freedom she wants—or the marriage she may never have truly wanted to leave.

Him. Watching someone from afar and fantacising about them is seen as something extreme right? But for me, it's not. Especially when she should have been mine in the first place. Mine to hold, mine to love, mine to cherish and mine to keep. One silly bet, one silly bet and i let her slip out of my grasp. I've been waiting ten years and just like that one bet, I'm waiting for one opportunity. Although she belongs to another but when I get that opportunity, i'm never letting her go again. Even if i have to take her by force. Her. I made a one time silly mistake with a stranger but I am in love with another. After that, eveytime he comes close, i am tempted to give him all of me without holding back. Surely one more time wouldn't hurt right? It just has to be our dirty little secret.

Caught holding the weapon that killed the Alpha, with his blood all over her clothes and anger written all over her face, Seraphina is branded as the Alpha's Murderer. It is unheard of for an Omega to kill an Alpha of a pack, and no one cares about her own side of the story. She manages to escape the raging mob, successfully sneaking, unnoticed, into another pack where she saves a wounded wolf. Unknown to her, he holds the key to her life… or her demise. When Kael Vittori, next in line to the throne of the Alpha King, finds out that his only remaining sibling — his younger brother— has been murdered by his Omega, he sees red. He swears on his life to root out the Omega, destroy her and everyone she has ever loved. He is out for flesh. But… how will he handle it when he finds out that she is the mate he has been searching for, for years— the woman prophecy foretells would break his curse.

For the 23rd time, I'm left standing at the altar as Jace Larkin hurries off because his foster sister, Celine Keaton, threatens to end her life again. The guests mock me, saying that we'll never tie the knot and attending our wedding will bring bad luck. I tune them out, holding on to Jace's promise that he'll come back and marry me. I buy his promise yet again, only for him to prove me wrong one more time. After I clean up the mess and pacify the angry guests, I reach home in the middle of the night. While passing the study, I hear Jace's voice. "Cece's always been mentally unstable. Of course, I have to stay with her. Regina will never leave me, even if I postpone our wedding a hundred times." Sorry, Jace, but I'll have to disappoint you this time. Blinking back tears, I unlock my phone and text my childhood friend, Clement Halloway. "Let's get married in three days."

“Do you take this woman to be your wife? For richer or poorer, in sickness and health, will you remain faithful to her for the rest of your life?” I looked at Bridget with deep affection and was just about to speak. “Wait!” shouted someone urgently. I turned around in confusion and looked toward the audience. There stood a man holding a baby in his arms. He said pleadingly, “Bridget, our child is hungry… could we pause the wedding for a moment?” Hearing this, everyone erupted in an uproar. It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck me. Only then did I realize that Bridget had a child with another man. Bridget hurried off the stage, then turned to me coldly and said, “I only agreed to marry you out of obligation. But the moment Vernon appeared, I knew it. There’s no one else I want to marry but him.” So, she took off the ring and dragged the man away without looking back. I stood alone at the end of the aisle and clutched the undelivered ring in my hand, as a flood of bitterness crashed through every corner of my heart.