Quotes Break Up Friendship

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

Four years ago, Harper Lane swore she’d never fall for a hockey player—especially not him. Logan Shaw was everything she promised herself to avoid: arrogant, talented, and allergic to anything resembling feelings. Back in freshman year, he was the rising star of Hartwell University’s hockey team. She was the quiet girl who saw through the charm and walked away before he could bruise her pride. Now it’s senior year, and Logan is co-captain of the team, living in the infamous Ice House where parties, hookups, and rivalry rule. He’s got NHL scouts watching, his best friend as captain, and a reputation that keeps him safely unattached. He likes it that way—until Harper steps back into his world, no longer the shy girl he remembers. She’s confident, smart, and infuriatingly composed—President of her sorority and laser-focused on grad school. Harper doesn’t have time for Logan’s games. But when campus tradition forces their worlds to collide, the line between old tension and new desire starts to melt. What begins as banter and rivalry turns into something that neither of them planned—and something Logan isn’t sure he deserves. Because breaking the ice between them means letting her see the cracks underneath the surface. And Harper knows that once she lets him in, there’s no going back. It’s the last year, the last chance, and maybe, just maybe, the last time they can pretend not to care.

I hadn't seen my mafia husband, Luca Moretti, and our daughter Dora in three whole months. Why? Because his mother, Fiona, said Dora should stay with her "for a while." And Luca? He was "too busy with business," as always. So when Luca finally called and said he was going to pick me up for a family reunion at the villa, I was overjoyed. I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd finally get to hold my little girl again. I spent the whole damn day running around the city, buying her favorite dolls, snacks, a new pink dress, anything I thought would make her smile at me again. But when the car arrived, it wasn't what I imagined. Before I could even say Hi, Dora turned her head, took one look at me… and then wrapped her arms even tighter around Maria, the maid. She buried her face in Maria's neck like I wasn't even there. Like Maria was her mom. I tried to approach her, but Dora straight-up told me she didn't want to ride in the same car as me. And Maria, wearing that fake, polite smile, kept trying to gently talk me into giving Dora "a little more time." I looked over at Luca, hoping he'd step in. Instead, he just looked annoyed, like he couldn't be bothered to lift a finger to help fix things between me and our daughter. Clearly, they didn't want me there. So what was the point of trying to join the ride? I stepped back from the SUV. Then Luca just turned to me and said, "Just wait here. I won't be long." What he'll never understand is… I'm done waiting for him.

At 4:00 a.m., my husband, Rocco, gently shook me awake. His voice was a low murmur, . "Alessia, my love, could you do something for me?" But his next words shattered the illusion. "Scarlett is hungry. Go make her some seafood soup." Scarlett was our maid, and she was also Rocco's pregnant goomar. "I just had fresh seafood delivered. Get to the kitchen and make her a bowl of soup. Just for Falcone's heir." I refused, my voice cold. His anger flared in an instant. "Don't be so unreasonable, Alessia." "Is it really so hard for you to make some soup?" I shook my head, silent. He stroked my cheek, a patronizing smile playing on his lips. "Fine, Alessia. So you've learned to defy me now." "Think carefully, Alessia. Do you really want to keep your place as a Falcone?" "And your position as the family's lawyer? Think about whether you still want these… then give me your answer." Seeing the arrogance in Rocco's eyes, the last ember of love I had for this man died. I took out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in a long time. "I want out of the Falcone family."

Aianna Nyx, a 19-year old girl who has been struggling alone all her life. Traumatized by the people around her, she had no choice but to start changing herself. She started being mean and rebellious— reason why no one dared to approach her anymore. She did whatever it takes just to avoid being the prey. A weakling. Life being playful as it is, began challenging Nyx again. This time, she’ll be the prey being hunted. This time, no longer alone. Despite death chasing after her, will she finally get what she has been longing for a while now— friendship? Betrayal Heartbreak Death after death How will Nyx handle this situation now that her life was turned upside down? Will she keep hiding behind her mask, or will she finally unravel her true self?

“อย่าเสนอหน้าเข้ามาพื้นที่ส่วนตัวฉันอีกเป็นครั้งที่สอง” น้ำเสียงเหี้ยมเกรียมที่ดังรอดไรฟันนั้นยังไม่น่ากลัวเท่ากับแววตาที่เหมือนราชสีห์กำลังอยากฉีกกระชากร่างของเหยื่อที่ไม่มีค่าตรงหน้า “หงส์เป็นห่วงนี่คะ ว๊าย!” แค่เอ่ยคำว่าเป็นห่วงแค่นี้ คนใจร้ายถึงกับผลักฉันล้มลงพื้นอีกครั้ง “เก็บความเป็นห่วงของเธอไว้ตรงนั้นแหละ ฉันไม่เคยอยากได้ไอ้ความเป็นห่วงจากผู้หญิงหน้าไหนทั้งนั้น” ‘คนไม่มีสิทธิ์ ต่อให้ดิ้นให้ตายยังไงมันก็ไม่มีสิทธิ์อยู่วันยันค่ำ จำใส่หัวสมองน้อยๆ ของเธอเอาไว้ไฉ่หง’

Aloe reaches her limit in her toxic marriage when she discovers her billionaire husband was cheating on her on their matrimonial bed and wasn't remorseful about it. Pregnant and desperate to escape her toxic husband, she flees into the arms of his sworn enemy, Blake Matthew. Caught in a war between two old sworn rivalers, Aloe must fight for her life and her child… But now the question is, can she reclaim her future without losing herself to the war between two men who want to destroy each other?

Renjana Ayudya, jurnalis muda yang hidup dalam tekanan keluarga, bertemu kembali dengan Sagara — kakak kelas yang dulu sering meremehkannya — saat meliput konferensi pers. Meskipun pria itu sudah menjadi CEO sukses, tetapi kelakuannya tidak berubah kepada Renjana. Oleh karena itu, Renjana tidak menyangka bahwa Sagara justru akan menjadi sosok yang terus muncul dalam setiap langkah kariernya, memperumit hidupnya dengan sindiran, persaingan, dan tekanan, seolah ingin menjatuhkannya lagi seperti masa lalu.

The day before our wedding, my husband gives me a sapphire ring. I place a hand on my slightly bulging belly. As I lie on the operating table, I call him and tell him I want to call the wedding off. Shortly after, his secretary calls me tearfully. "I was the one who was impudent enough to select the ring, ma'am. Please don't blame Mr. Nolan for this. It's all my fault." Archer Nolan holds her in his arms and coaxes her gently for a long time. He only says one thing to me. "You're already carrying my child. Can you really bear to leave me?"

"I'll do whatever you want, I'll marry you if you promise to help my husband" " Help him pay off his loans so he can live a good life" Those were my words, as I divorced my one true love, I broke his heart , I stood before him, spunning lies, of how I couldn't stay, that my heart belonged to another, and he was nothing to me. He wouldn't let me go, if I didn't take it on me to hurt him with those words. I did it all for him. I married someone else but for his sake. It was a deal, a contract, and I had to give in just for his sake. Years later, he returns, Now the town's most successful billonaire, he isn't the same man I know, he desires revenge and he's back as my new neighbor. Doing everything to get my attention. He wants to break me, he wants to hurt me. If only he knew the real reason why I left. If he knew about the contract, the secrets, the deal. He doesn't care about my marriage status. He's desperate, as his eyes searches mine, his hands holding me in place possessively. "Why did you leave me?