Oh Who Is She A Misty Memory

When I was seven years old, a handsome man Mom brought home gave me a box of mangoes. That day, Dad watched me happily eating the mangoes as he signed his name on the divorce agreement. Then, he jumped to his death. From that day on, mangoes became a lifelong nightmare for me. So, on our wedding day, I told my wife, Irene Johnson, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." She held me without saying a word. From that moment on, mangoes became forbidden for her as well. … On the fifth Christmas Eve after we got married, Irene's childhood sweetheart, Steven Carter, placed a mango on her desk. That same day, she announced that she was cutting ties with him and fired him from the company. That day, I felt that she was the woman destined for me. ... Six months later, I return from overseas after closing a billion-dollar deal. At the celebration dinner, Irene hands me a drink. After I drink half of it, Steven, the man who was kicked out of the company, stands behind me and grins. "Is the mango juice good?" he asks. I look at Irene in disbelief, but she is holding back a laugh. "Don't be mad. Steve insisted I play a joke on you. I didn't give you a mango, just a bottle of its juice. "But I think Steve is right. There's something wrong with you for not eating mangoes. Look at how much you enjoyed it just now!" she says. I keep a cold expression, raise my hand, and splash the remaining mango juice onto her face. Then, I turn and walk away. Some things are never a joke. Mangoes aren't, and neither is my decision to divorce.

YOLO! You only live once.That is my motto in life. I don't care about what other people would say and think about me. I am me. And others' opinions don't matter.I am Alexa Lopez, Alex for short. Everyone calls me by that name, including my parents. I am a proud lesbian and I am lucky that my parents accept me for who I am but sometimes my mom still wishes that I will wake up to my senses one day and meet a man.Me? Meeting a man? Yuck!I heard many times from my friends and some relatives that I look pretty. They said I have a good body and they are sure that if I am a straight girl, many boys will chase after me.But that will never happen. I am not pretty, I am handsome.I am 17 years old, still a teenager and young as they say but I am already mature. I already had 3 girlfriends in the past and all of them were head over heals at me. I can't blame them, I treated them nicely and I did my best to be a good partner for them, giving them gifts, accompanying them when they go shopping and help them with their studies. I sometimes even do their homework and their projects.I am the only child in my family and I must say we are financially stable. My dad is a lawyer and my mom is a dermatologist.I am currently a senior high school student in Mary Poppins International School and I am also one of the varsity players of the women's basketball team. I am quite famous I must say.It may seem that I have everything, but inside this tough person is still a fragile lady.

A housemaid who doesn’t care about love. A billionaire used to being in control. And one unexpected night… that leads to marriage?! Roxane Hermenez is a simple woman: work, home, sleep, repeat. Her dream? To save money, leave her job as a maid, and give her family a better life. No time for romance—especially since her boss is Dark Nathaniel Villamonte—rich, arrogant, and annoyingly meticulous. But one night, due to strange circumstances, a glass of wine, and a broken elevator… something happened. And when Dark Nathaniel found out that there might be a “possible consequence” from that night, he didn’t hide— He insisted on getting married! “I can’t just ignore my responsibility. A civil wedding will do!” Now, Roxane is panicking. What kind of woman gets proposed to by her own boss?! But wait… if it’s just about responsibility, why is Dark starting to become possessive, sweet, and jealous? Is love really starting to bloom? Or maybe… the billionaire just wants to play with her? Where will Roxane’s feelings for her handsome boss lead her if he keeps pursuing her despite all the opposition against what he’s doing?!

Habang nagtatago sa grupong humahabol sa kanya ay di sinasadyang napadpad si Erinn sa mapunong parte sa likod ng kanilang eskwelahan. Nung gabing iyon, di niya lubos akalain na Magtatagpo ang landas nila ni Volt, na isang bampira, na puno ng sugat ang buong katawan at may pana pang nakabaon sa likudan nito. Dahil sa pagtulong ni Erinn, ay di niya akalain na mapapaloob siya sa isang ugnayan na ang tanging makakapagpasawalang bisa lang ay kamatayan. Magiging obligasyon ni Volt na protektahan si Erinn hanggang sa pinakadulo ng buhay nito dahil sa pagkakaligtas nito sa kanya.

Kimberly Wilson had been married to Steven Smith for two years. When Steven proposed a divorce, she agreed without hesitation. Holding a huge fortune, she began to wealth freely. The Wilson family had only one child, so who would be family continuity? Simple, she said, 'Help me post a message offering a high reward for pregnancy.' It read, "Due to my husband's car accident rendering him infertile, seeking a healthy male for surrogacy. Generous compensation." As for the requirements, 'Must be handsome, have an excellent physique, graduated from an Ivy League school, and be good in bed. Price is negotiable.' Her highly efficient personal assistant, whom she had hired at great expense, sent over photos of applicants the next day. One ultimately met her criteria and even exceeded her expectations. The side profile in the photo, noble and aloof, looked familiar. She immediately decided, 'Okay, It's him.' 'He's available anytime, but he has one prerequisite.' her assistant informed. Kimberly raised an eyebrow, 'What requirement?' 'He's a bit shy, so the lights must be off.' Only later did she realize what trouble she had gotten into. The man was not only the sole heir to the multi-billion luxury goods group-Garcia group but also the best friend of her ex-husband. Steven didn't wait for Kimberly to reconcile as usual but instead heard the news of her new romance. Despairing, he said, 'I can live without her. Don't try to persuade me.' But later, drunk, he called in the middle of the night. 'Kiki...' His voice was choked up. A cold male voice responded from the other end, 'May I ask why you're calling my wife in the middle of the night?' '......'

My wife, Rochelle Willoughby, went on a business trip for five months. When I picked her up at the airport, she showed up with her true love instead. I noticed her baby bump and was about to ask some questions, but she shoved me away like I was some disgusting piece of trash. "Don't touch me with your grubby hands. I'm pregnant with Samuel's baby. If you hurt it somehow, I'll kill you!" Then, she gently held Samuel Riverson's hand. "You must be exhausted. Let's go home." She left me at the airport without so much as a glance. I saw them off and quietly rubbed the part Rochelle shoved. Then, I contacted my divorce lawyer. Ten years. This marriage finally came to an end.

Everyone loved my older sister. When the novel I wrote shot to popularity, she got jealous and suddenly proclaimed that she wanted to be a popular author too. My older brother, who was the editor-in-chief, immediately announced that I plagiarized my sister's story at my book signing and she ended up becoming the genius author while I got cyberbullied so much that I was too scared to leave the house. After I got married to a young heir from high society and lived a happy life, my sister told me that she had a crush on him for years and wanted to be his bride at least once in her lifetime. He did not even think twice about divorcing me and holding the wedding of the century with my sister. My family was afraid that I would sabotage their relationship, so they made me leave the country. However, my sister did not think that I was miserable enough. She came for me outside the country and pushed me down the stairs. I was lying in a pool of blood when my mother rebuked me, "Did you say something that made your sister unhappy again?" That was how I died in despair. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my brother accused me of plagiarism.

My husband's first love jumped to her death due to depression and landed right on me as I was passing by. I was rendered unconscious on the spot and subsequently rushed to the ICU. However, my orthopedic surgeon husband stayed by his first love's side to comfort her over her minor scratches. He even refused to sign my Critical Care Notification. "Whoever joined her charade can get lost along with her! Come to me when she's really dead!" he said. It wasn't until he received a death certificate that he realized in horror—the deceased's information was identical to mine.

On the third year of her marriage to Tristan Ford, Nicole Snow caught him in their bed with another woman on her birthday. Watching the man she had loved for ten years, and seeing him maintain his tender facade before others, Nicole's heart was completely shattered. She remembered the vow Tristan once made to her with deep affection: "Nicky, I want to spend my whole life with you. Unless death separates us, I’ll search the ends of the earth to find you. Nothing will ever keep us apart." Fine, then she would die, so he could never find her.

He was inside me when I realized I didn't even know his name. I'm Harper and my life went to shit the day I walked in on my husband balls deep in my best friend. He threw divorce papers at me like I was nothing. So I got drunk in LA and let a stranger fuck me in ways that made me forget I ever had a husband. His fingers. His tongue. The way he pinned my wrists above my head and made me beg. I came three times before dawn and slipped out while he was sleeping. Biggest mistake of my life. Because now he's sitting across from me at my job interview with that same hungry look in his eyes. Hardin Wolfe. Billionaire. Ruthless bastard. The man who's been looking for me since I left his bed. "I've been searching for you," he says, and I feel it between my thighs. I need this job. I need to destroy the people who destroyed me. But working for Hardin means late nights alone in his office. Business trips with one hotel room. His hand on my lower back burning through my clothes. I keep saying no. He keeps getting closer. When he finally gets me alone on a work trip, I stop fighting it. He fucks me against the window where anyone could see and I don't care. I'm addicted to the way he makes me feel. Powerful. Wanted. Alive. Then I miss my period. I'm pregnant and it could be his. Or it could be my ex husband's from our last hate fuck before the divorce. Now my ex wants me back. Hardin's hiding something that could ruin everything. And I'm carrying a baby that might belong to the wrong man. Revenge never felt this good