Nev Nov Wattpad

“Please sweetheart, I’m sorry for how I treated you, you know this has always been my dream job. I can’t lose it please, I’ll do anything you want please sweetheart”, came Cooper’s disgusting voice. The audacity of this man, he even had the guts to call me sweetheart, the name he had stopped calling me during our marriage. “Don’t you ever call me again in your pathetic little life and from now on, refrain from calling me inappropriate names, I am your boss’s wife. The next time you disturb my peace or call me inappropriately, you’ll be hauled off to jail”, I replied coldly and hung up. After Mila catches her husband, Cooper having sex with his “shortcut to a better life” in their matrimonial bed, he divorces her then throws her out in the middle of the night. Mila is shocked to discover Cooper also cleared their joint account leaving her penniless. Mila thought her life was over but she is swept off her feet by Ryan Anderson, the richest billionaire in New York, one who happens to be Cooper’s boss and maybe something more. Now Mila can make those that hurt her pay. Mila is finally happy but like they say good things don’t last forever. Will she be able to save herself and her family when danger starts lurking? Will she finally get her happy ever after?

Andrea Silva se vio obligada a casarse con el supuesto novio de su hermana gemela, Camila Silva, tras la huida de su hermana. Andrea quedó profundamente desconsolada al descubrir que el hombre con el que acababa de casarse estaba enamorado de su hermana y que ella solo era una sustituta hasta que Camila regresara. Andrea pensó que podría enamorar a Damine Fel, pero ¿qué pasaría si su hermana regresara y quisiera recuperar a su novio? ¿Qué pasaría si su esposo la obligara a divorciarse? ¿Qué pasaría si descubriera que estaba embarazada de él, pero él no quería saber nada de ella?

A Casanova and a Playgirl. Damon Jaylord Del Viero and Artiara Leigh Ramirez. What happened when a Casanova and a Playgirl met?

"Do you know the definition of free will? Let me remind you: it is free, unrestrained will. And what about destiny? 1. A power that irrevocably determines the course of events. 2. The set of events that make up a human being's life (often considered to be the result of causes beyond their control). Do you see where I'm going with this? No? The two don't go together! And in my world, free will doesn't seem to be winning. It's not for lack of trying! But I really messed up..." Tanya grew up far from her pack for her own protection. She never knew who or what she needed to be protected from, but she finds out shortly before her 18th birthday. Her life, which had been so calm and monotonous until then, accelerates and blossoms, but everything goes haywire. Tanya is not a wolf like the others; she is a chimera. Tanya will go through many trials, hoping each time to thwart the plans of the moon goddess, but can one really beat a goddess at her own game?

‘กูจะเด็ดปึกนางฟ้ามาให้พวกมึงดู’‘ตันติกร’ หรือ ‘ต้วน ’ มาเฟียหนุ่มผู้โหดเหี้ยม ป่าเถื่อน ไร้ความอ่อนโยน เขาเป็น 1 ใน 4 แก๊งคาสโนว่า เขาต้องการแค่หญิงสาวมาปรนเปรอความใคร่ อยากได้คนไหนก็แค่เรียกมา ด้วยความหล่อเหลา และฐานะที่ร่ำรวยย่อมไม่มีสาวสวยคนไหนปฏิเสธเขาแม้แต่คนเดียว ‘คืนนี้เธอจะต้องขึ้นเตียงกับฉัน’ ‘….’ ‘ระวังฟันของเธอด้วย ถ้าเกิดเป็นแผลแม้แต่นิดเดียวล่ะก็…’ ’กอบัว’ หรือ ‘บัว’ หญิงสาวทึ่มีจิตใจอ่อนหวาน เรียบร้อย เธอมักจะชอบช่วยคนรอบข้างทึ่เดือดร้อน เปรียบได้ดั่งกับนางฟ้า ด้วยใบหน้าสวยมีเสน่ห์ชวนให้หลงไหลของเธอ กลับไปสะดุดตา มาเฟียป่าเถื่อนเข้าให้ ทำให้เธอต้องเจอกับเรื่องเลวร้าย ‘ทำไมพี่ถึงใจร้ายแบบนี้..ฮึก..’ ‘…..‘ ’อืัอ….อ๊อก ๆ‘

My blood ran cold. Not just because of the words, they’d done worse than the scheme. They mocked me. Rewrote my pain as a punchline. Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his. If this was a curse, I’d break it. If this was a second chance? I’d weaponize it. Let them laugh. Let them bask in their borrowed joy. Because from this moment on, I’m not playing the quiet, obedient pawn. I’m the storm they tried to silence. The reckoning wrapped in silk and scars. They don’t deserve peace. Not after what they did to me. I’ll make them feel it. The same agony, the same betrayal. No, worse. Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.