No Remarriage: You Don't Deserve Me Novels & Stories

Amidst her ruin, she realized she had just returned to a true empire. "Clean yourself up. The servants have prepared your old room," Valerie said coldly as she walked toward her study. "Starting tomorrow, there is no more weak Niana Miller. There will only be Niana Van Doren. And we will make sure Sean Miller crawls at your feet to beg for his very breath."

We will handle everything for the wedding. I hesitated, unsure if this was really the right thing to do. Then, Nathan leaned in and whispered softly in my ear, "Don't hesitate. As long as I'm here, no one in this family will dare mistreat you." His tone and expression gave me a strange sense of déjà vu, like I had heard it all before. After everyone had left, I couldn't hold back anymore and quietly asked him, "Nathan, have we met before?" He looked a little disappointed. "You don't remember?"

"Grey, you can't just keep denying things. I have told you time and again, if you keep denying things to yourself, you don't ever really get them. You just end up living a half-life." "It doesn't matter!" I snapped, dropping my fork. It clattered loudly against the table. "Even if I do still like him, what does it change? Like you said, he’s mated. He’s basically married. He belongs to a woman from the West now. It’s over." Fuck. I was tired of everyone wanting to tell me the same thing over and over again. My mother tilted her head, a strange, dark look crossing her face. "He's married," she repeated. "I know I said that, but… you know, it doesn't really matter, right?"

"I want to marry you, Clara. I don't...want to ever spend a second away from you. I want to cherish you every day for the rest of my life. I want to love you, Clara, like you deserved to be loved. I want the world to know you as the woman who defines me. Though I'm not perfect, I know what perfection feels like. I know what perfection tastes like and that perfection is you, Clara...my love." Tears welled up in her eyes, as they did mine. I lowered myself to the ground and got on one knee before her, still keeping her eyes on her. "Clara Jemima Jenkins, would you..." The bile in my throat seemed to grow larger. "Take a leap of faith and be willing to spend the beautiful years of your life wit

I am the sole heir to the Alpha King of Northaria, but I'm an Omega. All of Northaria awaits the day I come of age, hoping I'll awaken the kind of Alpha bloodline strong enough to claim the throne. But when the day finally comes, I'm still just a low-rank Omega. So, they say that the true heir must be one of the three "pledged Alphas" my father adopted from the major tribes. Whichever one of them marks me becomes the ruler of all Northaria packs. But none of them have ever truly looked at me. The one I like most is Quin Lawson. When I fainted on the snowy plains as a child, it was he who carried me back to the pack. I've tried countless times to get close to him, only to be met with not

Noah finally answered. Grace gasped and now sat facing Noah, saying, "You did that? So you deliberately set me up with the option to get married? So what if I refuse to marry you?" "So what? I have two million percent confidence that you will accept this marriage proposal. Besides, if you refuse, you can't run away from the debt I've already incurred for your mother's hospital fees." "I'm sure my beloved is still the same woman as before. You never run away from responsibility."

I have to, I have someone I'm going to marry and I'm not coming back Don't look for me I already left the country, take care of the house and pay the debt, if you don't want to be homeless..... Whatever it takes a kid to survive...."

They look at me with sympathy and it makes my hackles rise a bit. Nissa speaks up then, “She's Killian's mate.” The doctor's eyes get huge, then he smiles,”Well, my goodness, how extraordinary. Congratulations my dear. I'll let him know he can come back here with you.” “Ah, no.” They both look at me with puzzled expressions. “I'm sorry my dear, but no in regards to what?” The doctor asks me. “No, I don't want him back here, and no he's not going to be my mate or whatever the fuck that is.” I glared at them both.

My mother—Raina—apparently was one, especially because of the kind of work she did. At least he had stuck to his principles. Never remarried, because that was a sin. He had also never reached out to me either. And now, suddenly, he was calling? “To hell with him!” I snapped, my anger rising so fast it bubbled in my chest. “What are you going to do?” “Nothing. I haven’t even replied.” “Good. Keep it that way.” I groaned, dragging myself to my feet and heading straight for the kitchen. “All of this has drained me. I need actual food.” I complained, already ignoring her rules.

" My knuckles paled from gripping the phone too hard, and my face burned. My throat felt stuffed with cotton, and I couldn't even muster the strength to argue. I should have figured. To her, I would always be the useless loser who only reached out for money. She had totally forgotten that I had handed over all my savings and my monthly paycheck to her after we got married. Even when I needed to top up my phone credit, I had to file an application request with her. There was no way I could possibly own five thousand dollars. "Stacie." Tory suddenly spoke up and reached out to gently pat Stacie's back. "Reuben probably won't joke about his dad's illness.