Jenny Montgomery Daughter Of Candy

Michaela Ferguson had tears streaming on her face and she had blood in the corner of her lips. She shook her head and replied, “It wasn’t me. When I arrived at Shalom shopping mall, your mistress was already injured.” Her husband, Thorne Ferguson didn’t believe her and said, “Pray that Paula will not die because should she die, I will bury you and your family alive.” Then he pushed her hard, and Michaela staggered and fell to the ground. Michaela was in a sorry state. She cursed the day she first met Thorne Ferguson. She had been nothing but a good wife to him. However, her husband had been cold and cruel towards her. Her heart was overwhelmed with bitterness. Thorne looked at his wife with icy-cold eyes and said sternly, “I will never forgive you for touching the love of my life. Paula is my bottom line. I will make sure that you get a life sentence. Please pray hard for her not to die, because should she die I don’t know what I will do to you and your family.”

Jordan Bennet looked at his girlfriend and sneered, “Avery, let’s break up. In fact, I have never loved you, but I pitied you because your mother didn’t love you. I have wasted so many years with you and I am tired of pretending. I never knew what love is before I met the love of my life, Tiffany Spencer. Please move on with your life and forget about me.” Then he kissed his new girlfriend on the lips in front of Avery. She was so shocked, she couldn’t believe her eyes. She was dumped in front of his new girlfriend. She felt humiliated. After everything she had done for him, he cheated on her. Tears were brimming in her eyes but she held them back. She didn’t want to cry in front of them. Was she hallucinating? She pinched her thigh hard to check if she was not dreaming. After she realized that she wasn’t dreaming, she calmed herself down. A faint smile appeared at the corners of her mouth and said to Jordan, “Everything you have achieved because of me, you will lose it.”

My wife, a doctor, treated our daughter like a walking blood bank. When our daughter passed away, she took it even further. She transplanted her corneas into her old flame’s son. Before our daughter’s body was even cold, she was out having dinner with her ex and his son. They were celebrating that the boy could see again. She even went so far as to secretly burn our daughter’s body to get rid of any evidence. By the time I got there, all I saw was my daughter's ashes being swallowed up by the flames. I told her I wanted a divorce. She just sneered, “It’s only a daughter. Are you really going to divorce me over this?” But later, she was down on her knees, begging me not to leave her.

My mother claims my husband has cheated on me and pushes me to get a divorce. I want to collect evidence before proceeding with anything—if it's true, I have to uphold my rights. Yet she causes a scene at an art exhibition I've worked on for three years, humiliating me in public and making me sound like a gold digger. "How are you any different from a prostitute when you're holding this dumb exhibition with a man's money? I didn't raise you to be a gold digger! How can you be so revolting?" She slashes the million-dollar paintings in the exhibition, claiming that she's doing this for my good. She wants me to see the error of my ways and return to the right path. Meanwhile, I clutch my bloody hand, which she slashed with her blade. I say, "You say you want me to return to the right path, but is that what it really is? You want me to divorce my legally wedded husband, who's a CEO, without a penny to my name. "Then, you want me to marry a 45-year-old cheap man who has a child and no money? He even wants me to support him!"

After being married for five years, my husband, Harvey Jepson, brings his first love, Debbie Grayson, home after a six-month business trip. Debbie is over three months pregnant. Harvey says it's hard for her alone, so she's temporarily living with us. I say no, and Harvey warns me to know my place. His scornful tone seems to hint that he's forgotten this villa was a wedding gift to me. He and his family have been leeching off me for the past five years. This time, I'm cutting all of them off. I smile and call my assistant. "Draw up a divorce agreement for me now. To think a live-in husband would have the nerve to bring his mistress home so boldly."

When I was six, I spilled hot water, slipped, and burned my face. My face was ruined. My parents learned their lesson and never let my younger sister do housework. To everyone they met, they praised her beauty, her charm. They turned to me with nothing but disdain. When I was ten, I had a high fever. They didn't think much of it and let it drag on until my brain was damaged, leaving me slow and dull. They learned their lesson again. From then on, if my sister so much as coughed, they would rush her to the hospital in the dead of night, showering her with care. I was like a failed experiment. Every mistake they made with me, they corrected for her. I was ugly, silent, dim-witted, unwanted. She was beautiful, sweet-talking, clever, adored by all. When I was diagnosed with depression, I gathered what little courage I had and told them. Mom lashed out, called me sick in the head, and accused me of being petty. If I was so capable, she said, I might as well die. It wasn't until my sister pushed me off a high-rise that they found out, by sheer accident, that she wasn't their child at all. I was their one and only biological child.

A fake heiress exposes her real identity so that I can be found—all because she wants me to marry the crippled man who's supposed to be her husband. She puts on an act before the whole family, wanting to drive a wedge between us. She has no idea we can all hear her thoughts. When she slashes her palm and frames me for it, she's cursing in her heart. "Hit her, you worthless man!" When she falls down the stairs and blames me for it, she's thinking, "Teach her a lesson, you silly old woman!" When she buries herself in my brother's arms and acts aggrieved, she's actually thinking, "He's such a loyal dog." My father, mother, and brother are stunned by what they hear. Then, they're infuriated. I merely laugh and turn away, acting like I don't see anything. I just want to complete this special mission as soon as possible.

"He sold his soul to the devil for fame, money and power" At least that's what people think... Some call him the devil's son Some call him a devil's incarnate Some call him devil himself But it's doesn't matter for Ryan himself.... He lived for more than a century, but he wasn't immortal. He had no desire to be. Well that's what he thought.... Living by a curse for all this years made Ryan this way, there is only one he wants, only thing he has been craving for years, and that is gem stone.... The jewel that was once held in the hands of an angelic being from the heavens. The very same angel that created his cursed existence. A beautiful but dangerous angelic creature that is still on the loose. Ryan didn't know anything about this gem stone or its history until he met..... Aurora, his bethroned.........

A prince, rumored to be the son of the beast, a forbidden creature in the land of werewolf, witches’ and vampires. He is the definition of Danger. He is the danger itself. A princess. Imprisoned in her own home, only to come out once she gets married. But married to whom? Excerpt: "Your Highness?" "Yes?" "Do you have another wife, Your Highness?" "No, I don't," he answered slowly. Tiana felt relief. Why? Just because he didn't have one now, didn't mean that he wouldn't get one. "But I have many mistresses,"

Kematian sang istri di saat melahirkan sang buah hati membuat Jagat Paraduta terpuruk. Hatinya telah mati rasa karena sampai kapanpun hanya Aakriti-lah yang ia cintai. Hingga pada suatu hari hati Jagat kembali bergejolak dan jantungnya kembali berdegub kencang saat ia melihat sosok perempuan cantik yang terlihat ceria yang ternyata adalah guru les dari putrinya yang diketahui bernama Jasmine. Pucuk dicinta ulam pun tiba, ternyata perempuan itu juga mengirimkan sinyal kecintaan pada Jagat. Hingga akhirnya Jagat kembali membuka hati dan menjalin hubungan dengan Jasmine. Namun ternyata status Jagat yang seorang duda beranak satu telah membuat Jasmine malu dan meminta Jagat agar menyembunyikan hubungan mereka. Sudah lelah menyembunyikan hubungan, saat mereka memutuskan untuk menikah malah ada saja rintangan yang membuat rencana pernikahan mereka berkali-kali harus diurungkan. Bagaimana kisah cinta Pak Duda tampan dan Bu Guru cantik? Akankah kisah mereka berakhir di pelaminan ataukah di tengah jalan, ikuti terus kisahnya.