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Brooklyn pulled her phone from her designer handbag to take a photo of her marriage certificate, but her husband snatched the marriage certificate from her hand and asked coldly, “What do you think you are doing, Brooklyn?” Brooklyn looked at her new husband with eyes full of love and replied, “I want to share our happiness with people who are important in my life, Preston.” A surge of anger rose in Preston’s heart, and he said, “Listen carefully, Brooklyn. You will never have my heart. You are nothing but my nominal wife. Please ensure that our marriage remains a secret. Should you disclose our marital status to your so-called important people, you will face consequences.” Brooklyn felt that her heart had been squeezed by invisible hands. The pain was so intense that she couldn’t breathe. Brooklyn swiftly regained her composure before meeting her husband’s gaze. She looked at her husband with eyes that were calm but devoid of any warmth and replied, “I understand, Mr James.”

My husband's childhood friend says she wants her crystal beads to soak up some of the good luck in our home. Because of that, he scatters the beads on the floor, making me slip and miscarry. I'm in agony as I lie on the operating table. I call my husband incessantly, but all he does is block my number. I lie in the hospital ward after the operation. I see my husband's childhood friend's social media update—a photo of him worshipfully holding out a certificate while getting down on one knee. It's captioned, "He loves me so much! I said I'm interested in running a business and he actually set up a company for me!" On the day of the branch company's grand opening, my husband's childhood friend wears an expensive custom-made gown. Meanwhile, I wear her discarded goods. I'm barred from even entering the building. I suppress my bitterness and call my lawyer. "Are the divorce procedures done?"

On New Year's Eve, Facebook blew up. The reason was that Bennett Miles, the golden boy of Crestmoor’s elite, posted an update. In the photo, a shy young woman hid her face as she leaned against his shoulder while he grinned. His eyes were full of affection and mischief. His caption read, "What do I do? Looks like I'm officially taken." Friends in his circle flooded the comment section with congratulations. The real frenzy began when Bennett announced that the first 10,000 followers to like, share, and comment on the post would each receive a gold bar. The internet went wild with envy and curiosity. Everyone scrambled to find out more about the woman in the picture. Then, someone claiming to have inside information started a livestream. "Stop guessing. Her name is Kara Sierra. You know Sierra Hall at Crestmoor College? That building was named after her! "Two years ago, she had kidney failure. Bennett personally donated one of his own kidneys to save her!"

Elijah was force to marry a family business partner for the sake of connection, greed and wealth to empower their clan. She has no scape, she doesn't have any choice for she is the only maiden among her family members. Wala siyang kayang gawin kundi ang pikit mata na pumayag sa kasal habang nag sisilakbo ng pagtutol ang kanyang puso. Taimtim na nanalangin ng gumuhit ang kidlat sa kalangitan as the heavy rain pour in the whole place the car that she was in intentionally fell in the cliff leaving a goodbye crush of sound. At sa kanyang muling pag mulat ay isa na siyang asawa ng isang Alfaro na anak ng isang Governadorcillio sa panahong 1800's. Will she able to find peace in the place where she is not belong from the very beginning? Genre: Historical Fiction Status: On-going Date started: Nov. 02 (wed.) 2022 Time:11:44 pm Photo are not mine credit to the rightful owner © Plagiarism is a crime.

On Valentine's Day, I set up a candlelit dinner and waited. At 9 PM, my husband, Alfred Johnston, finally texted. [Something came up at work. Don't wait for me.] Then I saw her post. [On a business trip with the CEO for Valentine's Day. Every hotel is fully booked—awkward...] Vivian Bianca, his secretary. Attached was a photo of a guy in a bathrobe, standing by a floor-to-ceiling window. The comments were all 'ooh, CEO's so hot and girl, you're in for a night.' Vivian? Just dropped a smug emoji. So that's what "something came up" meant—a romantic getaway with his secretary. I screenshotted it, posted it on my own feed, and added a smiling emoji. A second later, Alfred called, fuming. "Vivian was joking! Why are you so petty? She's young, not as calculating as you!" I didn't let him finish. "Then let's get a divorce. That way, I won't have to care when you screw around and catch something."

My wife’s new assistant recently celebrated his birthday, and she splurged on a villa as a gift to him. On the day he moved in, the assistant, Zachary Shaw, bragged on Instagram with a post and captioned: [Bagged myself a sugar mommy, just FYI.] My wife, Ivy Bennett, commented on the post: [Happy birthday, my dear Zacky! 🫰] The photo was Zachary wrapping his arm around my wife’s slender waist, looking incredibly intimate. The work group chat blew up at once. Everyone expressed their envy toward Zachary, singing his praises for being so promising at such a young age. Then, my childhood friend, Autumn Sinclair, tagged me in the group chat and teased, [Love is a blinding green light. Your wife’s cheating on you so hard it glows. Congrats, Julian!] I smiled wryly and stubbed out my cigarette. Slowly, I typed my reply, [Want a house, Autumn? I’ll get you one too, better than her gift to him.]

Zack Riley was a boy who knew tragedy very well. He lost his mother when he was nine years old and his father worked long hours, mostly to avoid the loss of his wife. To pass the time, Zack would spend a lot of time on the play ground near his house, taking out his childhood resentment by fighting with the other kids. Anna Reece on the other hand came from a big, full family, with two sisters, a brother and loving parents. She was the sweet innocent type, who lived a few doors down from Zack. She was always trying to be nice to him or invite him over, but he was a stubborn little boy, who miss took her sweetness for weakness. One day while fighting, Zack was loosing badly against two boys twice his size. Anna stepped in trying to help Zack, the boys left Zack alone, but Zack’s reaction was far more negative than expected. He started mocking Anna and calling her a brat, although in reality he had fallen in love with her and her kindness. Being the stupid foolish boy he was, bullying her was his way of trying to get close to her and this continued for ten years. In those ten years, as if by fate, Zack and Anna was in the same class every year. Zack grew into a delinquent, bullying everyone, constantly fighting, smoking and receiving bad marks. While Anna became more popular, she was on the hockey team, had high grades and helped others study for tests and exams. Can these two look past their differences?

The whole city’s paparazzi knows that Cade Finley would rather sleep with a nightclub escort than with me. The question they ask daily is: When will Mrs. Finley finally give away her precious "first time"? In front of the media cameras, Cade calmly turned towards me. "We can each have our own fun. If you don't like what I'm doing, you can go look for a man too." With that, he casually shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away. That night, he was photographed with his new fling in bed, and it made the trending news once again. While everyone thought I would just sit and wait until dawn, I contacted the paparazzi and bought a trending topic spot. Then, I tore up my lace nightgown, messed up the sheets, and took a bedroom photo from a third-person perspective. I then sent an anonymous message to Cade: "Bro, your wife is amazing. Let me know when you're getting a divorce."

18+. She was sweet, sensual… and suddenly insatiable. Cassandra was the sweet, sexy fiancée every man dreams of—tight gymnast’s body, angelic smile, and a shy streak in bed that made her even more irresistible. But when a sleazy janitor at my office starts eye-f**king her in front of me, something changes. She saw it. I saw it. And instead of getting mad… she got curious. One teasing picture turns into a filthy game. Flannel shirts, gym selfies, deep squats, towel slips—each photo hotter than the last. My once-modest bride-to-be starts showing off for me... maybe even for him. Now, Cassandra’s exploring her dirty side—and I’m watching the love of my life transform into the hottest, most addictive little exhibitionist I never knew I needed. She used to save her body for me. Now, she’s learning how much she loves being seen. Enjoy..

On our fifth anniversary, I came across the Instagram page of a stranger named Serena Reed. The girl lay sideways on a hospital bed, her bandage-wrapped hand intertwined with a man's larger hand. On the man's ring finger was a moonstone ring, with Vincent Carter's name and my own name clearly engraved on the band. Below the photo, the girl had written: "It's just a tiny scratch, but he was so worried he insisted I stay in the hospital. Being loved like this feels incredible!" An hour earlier, Vincent had apologized to me over the phone. "Nina, there's an urgent matter with the patrol team. Don't wait for me for dinner. When I come back, I'll bring you a gift." He was not coming home for our anniversary because he was with another woman. I silently melted down the moonstone ring and sent it to Vincent as a gift. Then I packed all my belongings, including the pup in my womb, and left the Shadow pack quietly, never to return.