Love Me Tomorrow Maria Luis Novels & Stories

Xavier Alexander, already feels that his world is truly perfect, a sweet love story and even his relationship with his girlfriend Aira Faradilla has been approved by both families. Until finally, they chose the best decision, to get married. however, as if Xavier's happiness had been taken away by force, Aira fell into a coma and even before her wedding day she had not regained consciousness. This made Xavier's parents make a decision. Match Xavier with another woman, who is none other than his own best friend. keysha Jovanka, a woman who is Xavier's best friend and a woman who has always liked Xavier. Keysha made the biggest decision, by replacing Aira, to become Xavier's wife, but there wa

She provided him with pleasure, and he reciprocated with money. Business was business, but who controlled matters of the heart? He didn't want to lose her, so he invited her to work at his home, and their relationship, though hidden, held the promise of going far. She discovers her pregnancy, but he doesn't believe it's his. And a mysterious man with the same last name appears, claiming he wants to be the father of her child, promising a bright future. The man she loved is engaged to another, yet once again, who dictates matters of the heart?

After having one-sided love towards Landon, Evelyn was ecstatic when she got married to him, having high hopes and beautiful dreams. Even though he held no love towards her, he was gentle and kind to her. Only if she knew how wrong she was back then. She would have never associated with him. Fast-forward to two years later, Evelyn was exhausted and sick of him. Nothing scared her more than being with Landon. Therefore, signing the divorce papers, she ran away far from him, wishing to never associate with him. However, all that crumbled when he came looking for her after three years. What did he want with her? Why come looking for her if he didn't love her?

"What am I to you? A trash picker?" I asked him sarcastically, looking at him from head to toe in disdain. "Lauren." he growled, clenching his fists tightly, glaring at me in disbelief. "Yeah, I know this is my name. You don't need to remind me, and please don't pop up in front of me like an unwanted ad in the middle of an interesting scene. You irritate me the most in this way." I scolded him, still with an ugly expression in disgust on my face. "So, now I disgust you, huh? Why didn't you disgust before when I." "Because I was a fool back then. I assumed a filthy rock as a gem and paid a heavy price for that." Before he could complete his sentence, I interrupted him, scolding him in a lou

Madeline Crawford gave Jeremy Whitman everything. Twelve years of love, loyalty, and quiet devotion, and he repaid her with a prison sentence she did not earn. She watched him fall in love with another woman through the cold glass of a window she was visiting. She swallowed her tears every single night in a six-by-eight cell. She learned, slowly and painfully, how to rebuild herself from nothing. Five years later, she walks back through Havenport's gilded doors not as the broken girl Jeremy once discarded, but as a woman the city will not soon forget. She has money now. Connections. A plan. And a rage so cold and precise it could cut glass. She is going to ruin every single person who he

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Elena Jones and I became orphans on the same day. Her parents are killed in a mass murder, and my father—the killer—is executed on the spot. For a month straight, Harborfield's most notorious playboy waits outside the courthouse, intent on keeping Elena. However, she throws his black card right back at him, like a headstrong heroine straight out of a movie. "The Mr. Carter I admire is refined and noble. How could he have a nephew like you? I'd rather starve than accept anything from a thug." He lets out a sharp, amused laugh and crooks a finger at me. "A death row convict's daughter and a thug make a fitting pair. I'll back you. Are you willing?" While clutching the ten-million-dollar I

When I was ten, I accidentally overheard my mother on the phone. It seemed like she was talking about me being a switched-at-birth rich girl, and that my real last name was Gardner. The coldness and cruelty my mother had shown me all these years suddenly made sense. When I turned 11, I paid an adult to get a maternity test done for both my mother and me. The results confirmed that I was indeed her biological daughter. I kept the report to myself and pretended I was still in the dark.

An awkward and unattractive girl Maria Priscilla Bantoc came across an old woman named Helia Baal who owned a mysterious garden at the crag to the north and west of the craggy hill. She also had encountered a strange black riding apparition which first appeared once fateful stormy night when Maria was born. Things had been turning out difficult for the awkward and unattractive Maria, especially after the marriage of Celeste and the betrothal of Petunia, Maria's two sisters. The old witch named Helia Baal had trapped a powerful storm spirit named Elohim Hefasto, the mysterious black riding apparition. Maria had to save Elohim from Helia's entrapment and also save the people living at the c

My billionaire husband suffered from chronic insomnia for years. Only the sleep balm I made could help him sleep. On the night of our seventh wedding anniversary, his childhood sweetheart poured a basin of scalding water over the old camphor tree in our garden. I wept and tried to save the tree as she apologized, “I didn’t know you used its leaves to make the sleep balm.” My husband gently comforted her and ordered his men to tie me to the tree trunk instead. “What a precious tree. You’ll spend the rest of your days with it!” With my wrist fractured as a result, I filed for divorce immediately. A month later, my husband was unable to sleep late one night. He stood in the garden a