Mobile Phone Text Tula

On the day of our wedding, Liam Hopkins’ childhood sweetheart stood by the bridge, threatening to take her own life. The moment he hung up the phone, he was ready to leave. Desperately, I clung to his sleeve. “Liam, if you walk out that door, it’s over between us!” “Diana! This is a matter of life and death. I’ll marry you, but don’t make a scene!” With those words, he turned and rushed away, leaving me standing alone. Determined, I spun around and completed the wedding vows with another man. But later, he dared to ask why I didn’t wait for him. I laughed coldly. “Belated love? It’s cheaper than dirt.”

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

A famous actor misplaced his phone and was found by a poor girl, from a trash can. She finds him and returns it in one piece. This honest gesture made him feel indebted to her and he wanted to be her friend. He later fell for her and professed his love, but unfortunately, she thought he was a playboy and turned him down. Wilbur Sanders continued to try to gain her love and just when she accepted him, his ugly past showed up. Will she continue to love him after finding out about what he had done before? Her life is being threatened by his old friends, will she let him go in order to live?

Connor's missing first love was found. When he received the police call, he lost his composure and rushed out of the office, forgetting to grab his jacket from the chair. The business partners he was discussing a new collaboration with were stunned, all of them unconsciously looking at Anne. "It's fine, continue," Anne withdrew her gaze from following Connor, offering a poised smile as she smoothly took over his unfinished words. "Regarding the investment in the new project..." An hour later, Anne personally saw off the business partners. She returned to her office, picked up her phone, and saw that there were no messages from Connor. Anne called Connor. After a few rings, the call was answered, but it was a girl's voice on the other end.

In a family of eight, six of them being children, all off the same gender, female, each one of them never had to make decisions by themselves and their actions and deeds were thoroughly supervised by their father. How-be-it, when things go south for the third child of the family and her world is shed apart, the young woman makes a difference amongst her siblings as she boldly refuses to heed to the commands of her beloved father and takes a valiant Step by leaving Florence, Italy her home town. Along the way, she faces many quagmires but eventually happens to fall in love with her boss. Things go bad again after she receives a phone call from home, and the young woman begins to think that leaving home was a grave mistake.

My boyfriend is summoned away by a phone call on the day he proposes to me. Once he's gone, his true love forces hard liquor down my throat with everyone watching. "You can drink on Oliver's behalf since you claim he can't drink. You've done this plenty of times over the years, anyway." I've carefully protected Oliver Sansbury for the past four years due to his heart condition. However, all I get in return is a slap to the face. Later, when I make his mother end up behind bars, he falls to his knees by my sickbed. He cries and begs me to marry him. It's too bad I'm about to die.

I was bleeding out in a corner after a hit from a rival family. My husband, Dante—the Torrino family’s underboss—was in his car, holding his best friend's little sister. He gave me one cold look and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody." Later, after someone else saved me, I walked home, soaked in my own blood. I found Dante cradling Seraphina, fussing over her. All she had was a scraped knee. The blood covering my clothes? He didn't even see it. I just watched. Said nothing. Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mom, I need to come home."

I thought marrying him would be my fairy tale ending. Instead, I became invisible. For three years, I played the perfect wife to David Chen, cooking, cleaning, and donating blood whenever his first love needed it. I gave up everything: my identity, my family, my pride. All for a man who never once looked at me like I mattered. Then came the photo. He was sleeping peacefully next to her. The text called me a homewrecker in my own marriage. That’s when I realized I wasn’t his wife. I was just a convenient blood bank with a marriage certificate. So I walked away. Signed the papers. Took back my life. Now David’s calling, but I’m not answering. His mother’s threatening, but I’m not scared. Because I’ve got a secret that will shake this city to its core. I’m not just Maya Lawson, the nobody who married above her station. I’m Maya Lawson, heir to the Lawson empire, the richest family in the country. And I’m about to show them all exactly what they threw away.

My roommate beamed with pride as she told me a horrifying secret: she had allowed a wealthy businessman to "remove" her unborn child, claiming he absorbed the baby’s fortune in exchange for a hefty payout. Chills ran down my spine. I urged her to stop meddling with such dark dealings before it destroyed her, but she wouldn’t listen. Instead, she threw herself into it, addicted to helping people "transfer luck" for money. Her luck ran out when she contracted a mysterious disease. When her boyfriend found out, she turned on me, tearfully accusing me of tying her to another man’s bed. Before I could even defend myself, an enraged man ran me down with his car. The next thing I knew, I woke up to find myself back in time. My roommate was leaning in close, her eyes glinting with excitement as she whispered, asking if I wanted to join her "luck transfer" schemes. This time, I wasn’t taking any chances. I noticed the slight swell of her belly and immediately sent a text to her boyfriend: "Congrats! You’re going to be a dad!"

Liam thought his life couldn’t get any worse—struggling to survive, working multiple jobs, and dealing with a rich, spoiled bully at school who made his life miserable. But everything takes a terrifying turn when he receives a text from the one person he never wanted to hear from again—Fabian, his obsessive, psychopathic ex, freshly released from prison and determined to get him back no matter the cost. Just as he plans to disappear and start over, things grow even more complicated. Damien, the arrogant heir who has tormented him for years, suddenly begins acting differently—offering help, showing concern, and blurring the lines between enemy and something more. And then there’s Sebastian Devereaux—a cold, powerful CEO with a haunted past. A man who isn’t supposed to care, yet somehow gets entangled in Liam’s life in ways neither of them expect. Caught between a past that won’t let him go, an enemy who might be something else entirely, and a man with demons of his own, Liam must make a choice: run for his life or risk being Torn Between Three.