Never Again Malgorzata Novels & Stories

After leaving Serena Hart, I married the daughter of a billionaire. Just now, my wife told me she wanted to transfer every asset in her name to me. I tried to refuse, but she meant it too sincerely for me to keep refusing. She said that without me, she never could have held such a vast family empire together. She wanted me to be able to hold my head up, so she even arranged for the asset transfer to be handled in Ashford, the city where I was born. With no other choice, I walked into the largest law firm in Ashford. I had just started to give the name on my appointment when a familiar mocking voice sounded behind me. "Well, if it isn't Adrian Cole, the guy who used to chase our campus

What’s worse than that? “Satisfy my desire,” My eyes flew open. What did he just say?! Satisfy his desire?! “You want me to be your whore?!” “Well…” he paused and scanned me from head to toe. I immediately covered my chest. This fucking pervert! I even feel bad using him but what runs inside his head was far more horrible! “I will never be your whore,” I was ready to storm out of the chamber when he spoke, halting my steps. “Then you will never have your revenge. I am the only pawn you can use,”

Her greatest dream had been to stand on the stage of the Global Jewelry Design Competition. Now, I finally had the chance to fulfill that dream for her. In the airport lounge, my son, Leo, sat on a sofa scrolling through his iPad. A news report was playing on the screen about Corleone's recent brutal suppression of rival gangs. Leo let out a cold snort, his young face full of disdain. "So that's the scumbag who bullied Mommy back then? He's not even as handsome as I am." After the plagiarism scandal, Lilia had publicly apologized through tears and managed to win back some of her followers.

My heart fluttered at the sound, but I pretended not to hear it and continued walking toward the sunlit road. If there was a next life, I never wanted to see Shawn again.

Years ago, they dumped me at an orphanage after finding out I had a genetic defect. Money wasn't an issue for them, but they didn't want me. Later, they had another kid. It was Sophie. In 20-plus years, we had only met once. It was my 18th birthday. They showed up, all guilt and apologies, with 100 thousand dollars as compensation. I didn't want anything to do with them, so I turned it down. Later, I found out they were bidding against some big company. I was their only dirty secret. If word got out that they had abandoned a daughter, their company would face a PR nightmare like never before.

I told myself again and again that it had not been devotion. It had been ownership. The castle, indifferent as ever, carried on in its well-worn rhythm. Floors were scrubbed until they gleamed, silver polished until it reflected faces none of us fully recognized anymore. Whispers drifted through corridors like drafts beneath closed doors, carrying fragments of speculation that never quite reached the truth. Life moved forward as though hearts were not quietly entangled in matters that could ruin us all.

His body had been so burTed he was only identifiable based on the ring on his finger. And thus, his existence was soon forgotten. Alicia had the vague suspicion that Ivan had actually been involved in his demise. The previous Crown Prince had died the same way Alicia herself could have died. She wasn’t neither stupid nor naïve to not make a connection between these two facts. Epilogue (2) – Maiastra Translator – Yue “Mother!” Hearing her daughter’s call, both Alicia and Dimitri walked out of the room. Mai had arrived with Latty holding baskets filled with strawberries. When Mai saw Alicia, she cheerfully run towards her.

his mother asked worriedly. “My head still hurts a little, Mom,” he replied while touching his head. “Oh, my son, I’m so sorry this happened to you. You were seriously hurt in the accident,” his mother said. “How about our wedding, my love?” Gabriel asked Jennifer. “The wedding didn’t push through. Don’t you remember anything else, babe?” Jennifer asked carefully. “I don’t remember anything else. The last thing I remember is that we were in the Philippines. We were planning to get married, right?” he asked again.

"I'm not letting anyone who hurt you walk away." Relief hit me hard. I ran my hand over my belly. Thank God. I'd kept my baby safe. Then the door slammed open. Bradley burst in, shirt wrinkled, eyes wild. "Rena, I'm sorry! It's my fault. Vivian fainted—I had to take her first!" I looked down, silent, my fingers brushing Nathan's palm. So much for that amnesia act—he'd just called me Rena. "I'm done listening. Leave. I don't want to see you again."

"Aren't you afraid I'll report her?" Gideon let out a quiet chuckle. "Go ahead." … That night, I called every police station in Ashbourne. Every answer was the same. "The traffic accident was ruled an accident, and the case has already been closed." The next evening, at seven, I arrived at the private dining room on time. Only then did I learn the banquet was celebrating Gideon's discovery of a new asteroid. He had named it Cheldeon. Only then did his colleagues realize the "Chel" referred to Chelsea, not me, his wife.