Payoff Chapter 13 Early Novels & Stories

At age 5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend. At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile. I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world. At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called. At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew. From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to.

It was as if Amery dela Cerna's world stopped when her husband, Brandon, served her divorce papers. It hurt her to realize that despite being a loving and devoted wife, it wasn’t enough for her husband to learn to love her. Carrying what remained of her dignity, she left their home after signing the papers that would end their relationship. As she begins a new chapter in her life, she decides to reclaim her identity as Avrielle Madrigal, the youngest heir of the Madrigal clan—one of the wealthiest families in the country. Everything seemed to be going well, but fate seemed to be playing tricks on her… The husband who once pushed her away is now desperately chasing after her. What will Avrielle do? Will she push Brandon away, or will she follow her heart’s desire and let herself be pursued?

The day Stella Jameson was released early from prison for good behavior, my husband Samuel Xenos, who was always so calm and collected, lost control. He did everything he could to please Stella in her bed. He said that our marriage was nothing but fake. He never had any real feelings for me. And that lawsuit, for which he risked his life to win for me three years ago, was nothing but a complete setup. [Zara, the man you love most is just my dog. He comes whenever I call. He has always been like this. He’s no different from Victor back then.] That was the message Stella sent me to taunt me. I wiped my tears and prepared a big surprise for them.

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I took leave to be the maid of honor at my best friend's wedding. The moment I landed, Rachel Wendt showered me with lavish gifts: the newest flagship model smartphone, designer perfume, and other branded gifts. "A little gift for you," Rachel said. "Even though I'm getting married, you're still the most important person in my life!" I was deeply moved. Early the next morning, I got up at dawn, changed into my maid of honor gown, and went to find her. Rachel was having her makeup done. When she saw me, she excitedly waved at me. But the moment I went in closer, her face instantly turned icy. "You tramp! Get the hell out of my wedding!" I froze on the spot.

I came home a day early from my business trip and hid in the closet to surprise Eric Carter. At seven, he told the housekeeper to cook several dishes. At nine, he told me hoarsely that he had taken a bath and changed the bedsheets in my room. He was sure that I would love it. I did not believe him because I had heard him moaning in bed with Willow Summers for three hours from the closet. Willow Summers was his childhood sweetheart and my sister. I clicked on a webpage from my cell without hesitation. "Miss Summers, your appointment for creating a fake death has been confirmed. Time of Death: One week later Location of Death: The wedding hall on the top floor of the Century Building Cause of Death: Suicide from jumping off a building!"

After my wife, Shannon Stewart, suggests that we each support our own parents, I set up a million-dollar retirement fund for my dad. However, when I review this month's household expenses, I notice that every single payment is made for the father of Sean Gardner, her childhood friend. "Sean's family is struggling. Why wouldn't I help them out? It's not like it's a lot of money." Shannon brushes it off. There are 13 separate expenses of around 100 dollars each in a single month. Yet when my dad needs 300 for medical bills, she prints out the receipt and tells me to reimburse the household account. Tired of arguing, I toss the statement aside and head inside. Then my dad's condition suddenly worsens, and he's hospitalized again. I rush to the bank to withdraw money from the retirement fund. "Your father isn't the beneficiary of this fund," the bank employee states coldly. "Are you sure you have the right account?" My mind goes blank. How is that possible? Every cent in that account is my hard-earned cash. The employee impatiently turns the computer monitor toward me. The account name on the screen clearly reads, "James Gardner's Retirement Fund." James is Sean's dad.

In a world where the supernatural thrives, destiny weaves a tangled web. At 13, I unveiled my magical powers, an awakening that birthed both wonder and seclusion. Cast out by Alpha Kevin, of the Shadow Pack at 18, unable to shift, urban life became my sanctuary amidst the storm of confusion. As threats loomed and my powers surged, encounters with a cryptic brown wolf stirred both fear and fascination within me. Little did I know, this enigmatic creature held the key to an unforeseen fate. Captured by hunters, the cruel truth unraveled: I am the last descendant of the Embermoon witches, my kin massacred, my safe haven found within the embrace of Josiah and Trinity Moon. Yet, the tapestry of my past unravels further, unveiling a shocking revelation—the brown wolf, my mysterious companion, is destined to become not just an ally but a mate. The revelation blindsides me, but it's the disclosure that his Godfather of Black Moon was the reason behind my coven's annihilation, that shatters my world. The headmistress's meddling in werewolf affairs that set the wheels in motion. Now, navigating dangerous waters of power and passion, I must confront a fate bestowed to me, tied to the one who both completes and challenges me, as we untangle the threads of a dark conspiracy threatening both our worlds.

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I'd been assigned overseas for three months, but I wrapped up my work ahead of schedule and flew home early to spend New Year's Eve with my wife. While waiting for a ride, I scrolled through TikTok and came across a video captioned: [Marrying the one you love feels like winning a war.] Then the scene shifted, and my world tilted. The bride slung over the groom's shoulder… was my wife. At first, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But then I spotted familiar faces—her relatives, unmistakable in the crowd. I didn't hesitate. I checked the hotel location tagged in the video and shoved my phone toward the taxi driver. "Change the route. Take me here," I said. "I'm going to catch them in the act."