Read Hold Me Tight

“Why are you doing this? I have done everything you asked me to do. Please, Clara, let it go.” Xavier pleaded. Clara stared at him and slowly let out a chuckle. “You mean nothing to me, you have never meant something and you never will. I don't love you and I never will.” “My words. Do they ring a bell?” She asked with a smile as she stared at him. His eyes were clouded with tears. “Clara… “ “Five years ago you said those words to me, now I am saying them back to you. I won't stop Xavier, not until the Blackwell’s Empire falls!” ~ Being in a loveless marriage for two years was something Clara got used to. Despite it being loveless, it was going great until her husband’s first love returned out of the blue and was carrying his child. The next minute, Clara was signing divorce papers. Not only was she divorced, she was humiliated by her husband and his family. Clara left the city and returned five years later with twins, she returned as a billionaire. Now, it was her ex-husband’s turn to chase her.…

And here I was, seated on the balcony, staring at the rain pitter and patter against the glass coverage walls with my bodyguard seated there, a book in hand. I don't know his problem. I know from his attitude that he wasn't happy to “babysit” a twenty year old, but he could have just ended his contract. He never paid me a single attention and was always reading, but strangely, he was always alert. I was the abomination he must never look at. And it made my blood boil. But not for long, though. Because every time I set eyes on him, I melt. It is forbidden, but who cares? I want him, but does he want me?

My sister gets into an accident and needs an emergency blood transfusion when I'm six months pregnant. After a round of tests, my blood is the only suitable one. I'm exhausted and too skinny after being tormented by morning sickness. I have to say no. However, my family forces me to do it. I have no strength to resist; I can only beg my husband for help. To my devastation, he stands by and watches me coldly. "It's fine for you to donate some blood since you're so healthy. Queenie isn't the same as you—she has a bright future ahead, so we can't let anything affect that." I pass out after the blood donation. The first thing I do when I wake up is make an appointment for an abortion.

I had once been the woman Theo Bennett would have risked his life to marry. For six years after our wedding, he treated me like his entire world. He even had a matching tattoo carved into his lower abdomen, identical to mine, as proof of his devotion. But in the seventh year, he coldly demanded that I make a full-body model for his kept woman. "Catherine," he said, his voice sharp with contempt, "this is the price you pay for lying to me about being my savior. You know my tastes better than anyone. Make sure you replicate Hannah's body temperature. She's pregnant. I don't want to hurt her." Hannah Moore lay limp in Theo's arms, laughing so hard her shoulders shook. "How pathetic, Catherine," she mocked. "I'm pregnant, so I can't be with Theo. And yet he'd rather order a model of me than lay a finger on you. Once this one wears out, I guess I'll have to trouble you to make a few more copies of me." Only then did I understand. Theo had mistaken Hannah for the woman who once saved his life. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I didn't argue. I simply turned around and dialed Sebastian's number. "Sebastian," I said calmly, "Theo is having an affair. I want a divorce."

Después de que mi prometido, con quien crecí desde pequeña, pospusiera nuestra boda por séptima vez por culpa de su primer amor, me di cuenta de que esto no tenía sentido. Corrí al hospital para preguntarle por última vez a Juan Torres si aún quería casarse conmigo. Con paciencia, este estaba pelando una manzana para Ana Flores, quien yacía en la cama del hospital. -Sara, ya no eres una niña. Tienes que aprender a ser considerada. Podemos casarnos cuando queramos, pero Ana está enferma, ¡así que no podemos descuidarnos! El cuchillo emitió un leve crujido en la punta de sus dedos, pero me resultó muy molesto. -¡En ese caso, buscaré un nuevo novio! Sus movimientos se detuvieron y, al segundo siguiente, dijo con una sonrisa gélida: -Lo que tú digas.

My child-free husband went back to his hometown for a funeral, and after he returned, he suddenly wanted me to have a baby. He was one of the best obgyns in the state, so he handled my IVF procedure himself. After more than 160 hormone shots, we finally heard the baby’s rhythmic heartbeats for the first time, which made my usually calm husband tear up. Soon, he tightened every part of my routine, from a strict diet to my schedule, and once my belly started showing, he barely let me get out of bed. I thought he was just being overly protective. But then, right by my ear, I heard a nasty little boy’s voice. [Which player starts their mission inside the womb? And she’s not even my mom!] [Just four more months. My dad will make sure she dies on the operating table so he can keep only his son.] [After that, he’ll bring my real mom back, and my mission will be complete!] I canceled my afternoon checkup immediately as soon as I heard this. Did the system forget to tell him that he wasn’t the only player in this world?

Does true love exist? Without love, IS a life worth living Ect... So many possible answers but without an ounce of certainty but one thing IS certain "You can never trust what you see " something that Caleb, the future king of Azurah, must forget. He tries to answer his two questions After having chased away the one he loved above all, for adultery with her little brother, and, his marriage immediately afterward with her sister. " LOVE " with a Capital L IS no longer for her. She has already given enough, but if she had to do it again she would make the same choices that caused her downfall but that allowed her to meet wonderful people, her brothers, to receive the unconditional love of her children To grow up to be feared and respected by herself and nightmares she only has one thing that she would have liked to say 7 years ago " To hell with Caleb " PS: this story comes directly from my imagination the places, the customs, and everything was invented

Olivia stepped into New York City to start all over. Betrayed by love and fate she felt dejected and lost hope for love. She started her job as Lucas Adams's assistant who was a tall, young, and handsome-brooding man. From the first day, they felt an undeniable attraction but they didn't act upon it. Lucas hates women, he believes they are all gold diggers, but he can't help but feel something about Olivia. Soon love crept its way into their hearts Lucas tried to change his ways for Olivia but his past kept on making him stop in his tracks. The story of Olivia and Lucas fighting against the world to be together. Destined soulmates but still a forbidden love story.

James Salvatore, a crazed high-end drug lord, known for his coldness finds himself falling head over heels in love with a barmaid due to her striking resemblance to his late wife who had been murdered by his rival, Bethel Sawyer. Out of lust, he kidnaps her and tries to rape her; but her cries and pleas made him stop and instead he makes a deal with her. She had to live with him for 30 days. If she catches no feelings for him even after the 30 days are over, then he will let her return to her family and normal life. Left with no other choice, she agrees. After being together for a while; they both start to develop feelings for each other but Alicia refuses to admit it and leaves James on the 30th day. Unable to stay away from her; he tries all he can to bring her back, but she pushes him away everytime. His frequent visits to her apartment caught the eye of one of his rival's and she ends up getting captured by Bethel's men and gets in a life threatening situation. While in Bethel's custody, she finds that she was pregnant and Bethel relates the news to James with her parents lifeless bodies to wreck him more. Will James be able to rescue Alicia in time? Or will she and their unborn child; face the same fate as his late wife? Find out in this intriguing story of betrayal and trust, love and war, revenge and forgiveness.

Kahit halos hindi na makatayo sa kalasingan ay agad na pumunta si Maya sa dance floor at doon ay parang wala sa sariling umindak sa tugtugin. Ito ang paborito nilang kanta ng ate niya. Napaluha siya, at napaupo sa sahig, hanggang ngayon ay hindi pa rin niya ito kayang kalimutan. Pakiramdam niya ay siya nalang ang nag iisang tao sa mundo. "Miss, are you okay?" boses ng isang lalaki Tumingala siya rito habang inaabot nito sa kanya ang isang panyo. "Ate Riza?" hilam sa luhang tawag niya rito.