Marvel Comics Yelena Belova Novels & Stories

I was a wedding planner, and I personally designed my husband's wedding to his mistress. I had been with Victor for five years. Three of those years were swallowed by the pandemic. The remaining two were spent married, pregnant, and raising a child. The wedding I had always dreamed of existed only as "next time" whenever it came out of his mouth, until the day I received a new wedding planning request. The client was a young woman, her eyes curved with laughter, her smile bright and full of hope. "This is the venue my boyfriend chose himself," she said softly. "He insisted the wedding had to be held here." I took the file from her, and my gaze stopped on the venue name. The church in C

A chorus of howls interrupted my thoughts as I closed my eyes and prayed they wouldn’t find me. But then, I caught his scent, making Rayne surge forward. “Mila?” His voice came out in ragged breaths and sent a shiver down my spine. “Are you okay?” I turned to see Tyler stumbling into the entrance in all his glory. Even like this, I couldn’t help but marvel at his physique. If I didn’t want him, I was doing a terrible job at showing it. I closed my eyes to stop from staring, but even then images of him appeared in my mind. “Please,” I begged. “Just leave me alone!” “You know I can’t do that,” Tyler growled softly. “Let me help you. You’re in he–” “I don’t care!” I screamed. I shivered,

Even though I was the one who broke my ribs in the car accident, my boyfriend Jared decided to take care of his drunk ex-girlfriend instead. When I called to ask him to spend time with me in the hospital, he berated me. “Why are you so clingy? Can’t you tell that Isabelle needs me right now? “You’re a nurse, aren’t you? What, you can’t even take care of yourself now?” Heartbroken, I suggested we break up, only to be met with anger. “I was going to propose to you, you know? Considering how influential my family business is, I need to make sure I choose my wife wisely. “Today was a test to see if you have what it takes to be the next Mrs. Carter. I thought you would be independent and se