Never Again Malgorzata Uchto Novels & Stories

“Everything is in order, Alpha,” Milan told me as I was checking signing papers. He was the one overseeing the cleaning and arranging the pack house and the guest house. Every item belonging to Cheska was temporarily removed. The investigator who I tasked to investigate about Violet sent me his report and what he found was devastating.

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,”

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

Sebastian asked, "Mrs. Clementine, what should we do with this gift with no name?" One glance at Ciel across the room and I waved him off. "Get rid of it. Now." If that jealous man saw it, there'd be drama. After that, Stanley vanished for good. I heard he went back to Southport, walked away from everything, and lived alone the rest of his life. Never married. Ciel and I grew old together, surrounded by kids and grandkids. This time, when all was said and done, the past stayed buried. Stanley Hamilton and I never crossed paths again.

The two shared a quiet, cheerful morning. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Justine opened the door, only to find a stranger on the porch. He looked like a local from the village. She narrowed her eyes, and her voice was cautious. "Who are you?" The man, Manfred Wheeler, glanced inside the house. After confirming there wasn't a man around, his attitude turned noticeably casual. "I'm Megan's uncle, Manfred Wheeler. I'm here to take her home," he said. Before Justine could respond, he added, "By the way, I heard her grandma died in a car accident. That should've come with a good payout. Don't think about keeping it for yourself."

"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.

Translator – Yue That promise was a pact made discreetly after the two tragedies that shook Ehrlich. The first tragedy took place when the Queen Mother rebelled against the new King, causing a bloodshed, and the second tragedy happened when some nobles chose Count Clovis over their King and tried to usurp the throne from the young monarch. The coup d’état failed, but much violence happened. Therefore, after these two bloody episodes, a promise was made among both parties for the sake of Ehrlich.

"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."

I was just curious how he would react to the news of my death. ... I took my savings from my first year out of college, paid off my loans, and went on a tour with what was left. When Mateo received the box I mailed, he called and demanded answers right away. [We're done.] I typed it, then deleted it and blocked him. Not ready to give up, he tried with other numbers. I snapped my SIM card and got a new one, keeping just a few close friends in the loop. One day, a friend sent me a screenshot of Mateo and Sophie, their hands locked.

Edna, our councilor asked. I shake my head and sigh. " So it's between you two ?". Greg protested. " I have nothing to do with this. I am not the one who started it. Melo was the one who challenged me", Greg frown. "But you agreed on it. So that makes you partially responsible. Besides the duel shouldn't have take place if you didn't agree", Ms. Edna explained. Greg hissed. "Having a fight inside the school premises and disturbing the peace will give you detention and of course, a very fun punishment-- cleaning the toilet for one week",