Quotes About Good Friday

He was the man she swore to destroy. She became the woman he couldn’t let go. Amara Blake has one mission: take down Damien Cole, the ruthless billionaire who destroyed her father’s empire. Armed with a new identity and a plan for revenge, she infiltrates his world, determined to ruin him from the inside out. But Damien isn’t the monster she expected. Beneath the icy walls and razor-sharp power lies a man haunted by scars, secrets, and a loneliness he refuses to admit. The closer Amara gets, the more she finds herself torn between vengeance and desire. When one stolen kiss shatters her carefully built lies, passion ignites into something neither can control. But the truth can’t stay buried forever, and when Damien discovers who she really is, heartbreak and betrayal threaten to destroy them both. Just as their fragile love crumbles, a darker enemy emerges, the true villain behind both their families’ ruin. To survive, Damien and Amara must fight side by side. But when the dust settles, will he ever forgive the woman who came to break him… and instead stole his heart? Bound by the Heiress’ Revenge is a steamy, emotional billionaire romance filled with secrets, betrayal, and a love powerful enough to rewrite destiny.

Haunted Love (He killed her sister and she promised to get revenge.) Meet cole a wealthy business man who is ready to do anything to keep his business on the right track What happened when he made a gravely mistake by killing someone who was used as a camouflage. What happens when he found out? Meet Tracy a girl whose sister's last deathwish was to seek revenge an nd she's bent on getting it at all costs. What happens when she found out her sister's assassin was her boss but strangely falls in love with him. Will she really get her desired revenge?? Will she really kill the one she love just to seek for revenge? Remember,that was her sister'slast wish.

Megan Hurley orchestrated a bullying scheme to drive a wedge between me and my childhood friend, Eugene. I fell into her trap as she intended, but only saved Eugene Carson. The thugs she hired, however, proved reckless. As a result, she accidentally died. This enraged Eugene to the point of hatred. He was convinced I had set up the bullying that led to Megan's death. On our wedding anniversary, he pushed me off a high building, his face twisted with relentless fury. "This is what you owe me and Megan. Sherlyn, you deserve to die!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of the bullying. This time, I didn't intervene. Later, he knocked on my window in the rain, saying hoarsely in despair, "Sherlyn, why do you no longer care about me?"

Hazel Pierce has always lived in the shadows, nerdy, invisible, and secretly crushing on the one guy she should never have fallen for– her stepbrother, Trey Rivers. When her secret is nearly exposed on campus, her enemy and the hockey team’s resident bad boy, Jaxon Carter comes to her rescue but not without a prize. He makes her an offer to fake date him to kill the gossip in exchange to improve his grades. He’s cocky, reckless, and dangerously charming. And worst of all he knows how to make her heart race What starts as a simple deal quickly spirals out of control. They promised no feelings, but what happens when their truth is bigger than the rules? When Hazel’s true identity is revealed. She must decide if loving him is worth the risk as she reclaims her true voice and identity.

The emergency center I worked in went haywire as the typhoon closed in on our town. That night, my husband’s first love made seven emergency calls in a row to me. However, she did not say anything when I picked up. By the eighth call, I thought it was a prank caller, so I gave them a piece of my mind. Then, I heard my husband’s angry voice. “Melinda! This is the eighth time Sadie's called you for help! Haven’t you made her suffer enough?!” After that fiasco, he decided to avenge Sadie by taping my mouth, tying my wrists and legs up, and throwing me into our basement for three whole days, despite it being flooded with seawater, I begged for mercy, but it was to no avail. “You knew Sadie couldn’t talk because she hurt her throat, yet you still hung up on her! I'm going to make sure you feel the same hopelessness she felt!" Those three days left me with a collection of severe infections. I ended up having to remove my kidney. Even after all that, that man still had the gall to kneel by my bed and beg me to give him another chance.

When I died with a smile on my face, right before my brother's eyes, he looked as if the anguish might tear him apart. Yet, for twenty-one years, he hadn't stopped wishing I would meet this exact end. It all traced back to my fifth birthday—the day I had innocently hoped our parents would come home from their business trip to celebrate with me. They rushed back that night but never made it. A car accident took both their lives. From that moment on, my brother resented me, despised me. He didn't just stand idly by as our cousin snatched up my work as her own; he encouraged it. And when my landlord threw me out, it wasn't a random cruelty—it was my brother pulling the strings. All he had ever wanted, from the very beginning, was to see me die a miserable death. But when he finally got his wish… why did he cry, pleading for me to come back, begging me to call him 'brother' one last time?

Three years into our marriage, Chris Davis doted on me deeply. But I accidentally discovered that he had been cheating on me for two years. In front of that woman, everything he said showed his disdain towards me. "Who would marry a cripple?" "She's like a dead fish in bed." "She's just a deaf person who makes me want to throw up now." Later, I took the initiative to file for divorce. But he went crazy. Kneeling in front of me, every word was filled with regret...

In the second year of my marriage to Jeffery Sadler, he brought a young woman home. When his eyes met mine, Jeffery smiled carelessly and said, "Naomi, perhaps you should try it too." He added, "After all, young and energetic people are truly different." I knew he was only testing me; he had always enjoyed tormenting and toying with me. But what he didn't know was that this time, I was genuinely tempted. Later, as he stared at the fresh scratch marks on the "young person's" waist and abdomen, his eyes blazed red with anger. "Naomi Sloan," he growled, “Who gave you the audacity to actually take this seriously?”

All Victoria ever wanted was to bear a male heir for her heartless husband, Alpha Victor, even if it meant having three children in a space of three years and having an emergency CS section. Her whole world crumbled when she had her third daughter and her husband kicked her out and married her young step mother. Betrayed and kicked in the stomach with her daughters locked in a cage, Victoria almost lost her life after her stitches were torn and was almost dead but luckily, she met a savior, Bill, who takes her in because her daughter, Candy looks exactly like his late daughter. Determined to rebuild her life, Victoria starts her life afresh and builds a powerful modelling agency only for her world to collide with her ex husband. Things get complicated when Alpha Victor’s pack is cursed and he needs the healing of the very daughters he kicked out of his pack. Drama intertwines with faith as a new son resurfaces, putting a question on everyone’s lips but can it be answered? Will Victoria let her life be intertwined with the very pack that hurt her and tore her world apart?

My mother was the best portrait artist in the police station. She had a strong sense of justice and brooked no evil. However, all I got was a sharp retort when I called her to save me. "You know it's your sister's coming-of-age celebration today, and you're cursing her? Kidnapped, are you? Fine, the kidnappers can kill you for all I care." She assumed it was a prank call. So, she refused to go to the police station and do her job. I wasn't saved in time and was tortured to death. When the DNA report came out, she came to the scene all wobbly. She drew a portrait of me with my bones as reference, her hand trembling all the way. "Jessica? It can't be her. This is a mistake!" She tried again and again. Yet, it didn't matter how many times she redid it as the portrait showed my face. My mother, who had hated me my whole life, teared up.