Quotes Coco Chanel

It was my birthday. I thought he would take me to see the fireworks by the sea, but he showed up with another woman and her child. “Vera has a kid with her, and it’s inconvenient for them. Be a little understanding. She doesn’t know her way around here, and she has a lot of luggage. I’ll just drop them at the hotel.” He said it so casually, as if he were just explaining some trivial, everyday chore. It was that very gentleness of his that made me feel like I was so unreasonable getting angry over it. He helped them into the car. He leaned down to buckle the seatbelt on the child. Then, he turned to me with a smile. “I’ll be right back. Don’t overthink things.” I stood by the roadside and watched them drive away like a picture-perfect little family. As night fell, the sea breeze turned sharp and biting. Still, I waited until a notification of Vera Cannon’s social feed update lit up my screen. He was holding her daughter in his arms. They were watching the fireworks by the beach. It was a surprise I had planned for my own birthday. The comments poured in. [What a perfect match. What a beautiful little family!] Someone asked him why he was not picking me up. He just smiled and said, “Indy is very patient. She won’t be mad.” At that moment, my birthday cake melted into a puddle of frosting. I finally realized that he had not done that to be cruel to me. He was certain that I would always wait for him. However, even the warmest heart grew cold when neglected too many times. The waves crashed against the shore, over and over. With each crash, another shred of my hope washed away. This time, I was not going to wait for him to come back.

At the ceremony where my fiancé, Mattew, was to be crowned Alpha of the Riverdale Pack, he publicly rejected our mating bond. He chose Claire, who was already carrying his child. “Claire and her family can help me secure my Alpha title,” he said, without a hint of shame. “And I need her to give me an heir.” As for me? “Just wait a year. The Luna title will still be yours.” Everyone thought I’d just accept it. After all, I’d been hopelessly devoted to him for seven years. But that very night, I left to find my Second Chance Mate. Three years later, I returned to the Riverdale Pack, accompanying my mate—the Alpha King—on his tour of the territories. He had some last-minute business and sent someone else to pick me up. But at the airport, I ran into Mattew. He looked at me with pity. “Done with your little tantrum? Claire’s son needs a nanny. You can come back and be his caretaker.”

He married me with a signature. 
He claimed me with a look. 
And he ruined me with a single touch. Christian Reed doesn’t whisper sweet nothings. He fucks hard.
He gives orders.
He takes what he wants. 
And what he wants… is me. Now, I’m wearing his ring.
Obeying his rules.
Moaning his name in the dark. But the contract didn’t say anything about falling for the man who owns me—
Or what happens when he finds out I’ve been keeping secrets.

On the day Luke Smith attended his dear friend's funeral with his child, the media swarmed around me, questioning if I was the child's biological mother.Luke Smith, the high-society sensation, adored by all.For seven years, I was his secret lover, and how he spoiled me was the talk of the town.But eventually, he said, "Hazel, she's just a minor celebrity. What makes her think she can marry into the Smiths?"Indeed, his later wife, hailing from a prestigious lineage, epitomized grace and charm. Her only flaw was her inability to bear children.Facing eager reporters, I smiled, "I hardly know Mr. Smith. With that said, I wish him and his wife a lifetime of happiness and a joyful family."The news quickly went viral online.That very night, Luke Smith, disheveled and troubled, embarked on a long journey to San Anglos with his child.

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

I was with Don Massimo for five years. The whole time, he never hid his favorite: Cara. His driver’s daughter. The man who took a bullet for him. He called it paying a debt. Like a fool, I bought it. He gave her jewels. Fast cars. He even bought her an island. Three days before the wedding, I found out he'd moved the venue. Not to my family's estate in Sicily. But to the island. Her island. His excuse? Cara was claustrophobic. Couldn't handle a big indoor wedding. I was done. Three days later, the wedding happened on that island. But the bride was a no-show. Massimo was publicly humiliated. He tore the city apart looking for me. That’s when he found out. He thought he was marrying me. Instead, I married his greatest enemy. Nikolai Volkov. The Godfather of the Russian Bratva. He ditched Cara. He ran to my family's estate and waited. Seven days and nights. With flowers, a ring, and a whole lot of begging.

Blurb: Orphaned Maya Jensen was in desperate need of money. She had overdue debts to pay and no money to survive on. When she saw a miracle job opening that could potentially solve all her problems, her best friend, Violet, convinced her to immediately apply. What she didn't expect was for her life to be turned upside down by a 6’2 grey-eyed hunk of a man who was used to getting his way.

In a world filled with love, betrayal and hate, Fate surpasses all. Dana Greene thought her Future was sealed with Alden packer , the Alpha of the werewolf pack, but then Alden falsely accused her and rejected her. She was banished and left alone.Finding livelihood In another pack. Now a mysterious illness weakens Alden and the only one who can save him is the mate he pushed away. By fate,Dana must decide: whether to save him and regain her position as the true Luna of her pack or move on with her new life . Will she save the Alpha who betrayed her or will she allow him lose everything?

It was the first night we spent together as a married couple. When my husband insisted that the hotel manager clean our bed for us, she cried and said to him, "You're asking me to clean up after the two of you made love! How heartbroken do you want me to be before you're finally satisfied?" My husband claimed not to know that the manager was his ex-girlfriend, but when the woman threw a kettle of hot water and left, he chased after her instead of coming to my aid.

My marriage to Dante Moretti shocked everyone. I’ve got a fiery temper and I don’t back down. Three years into our marriage, the entire Chicago underworld knew we were at each other's throats. Except in bed. There, our bodies just fit. The only time we weren't at war was when we were tangled in the sheets, lost in a storm of desperate kisses and raw pleasure. Countless times, he’d tell me he was obsessed with my body, always right as he was sinking into me. I thought it was his way of saying he was falling for me. That all came crashing down at an auction, when he snatched my mother's heirloom from me, only to give it to her—a fragile-looking girl named Ava. That’s when he showed me a cruelty I’d never seen. "It's time for a reality check, Elara," he’d said, his voice cold as ice. "Marrying you, fucking you… it was all just to keep the peace between our families. Ava is the one I want to protect." But the day I finally left Chicago, the day I announced our divorce to the world… That cold, calculating Mafia Don hunted for me like a man possessed.