Rebirth Of A Pampered Wife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He never frequented nightclubs, nor was there ever any romantic scandal about him since our marriage. Charles Gunning and Sierra Gunning, our children, had excellent grades and were well-behaved, never giving anyone cause for worry. It could be said that my life was a source of envy and jealousy for others. I had already learned that it was all an illusion since I had been reborn. I looked at my youthful, radiant face in the mirror and stated resolutely, "I no longer want Holden or the children. I'll tell my family shortly that I'll be returning to my hometown tomorrow."

So after all the battles they fought, the pain they endured, the betrayals and the near-death experiences, all that, is now converging into a bond that is as resilient as it is passionate. Bianca, once forced to flee, to hide, and to rebuild her life from the ashes of her past, now stands firm, the embodiment of her new identity. Lyra Elton, the CEO of a flourishing empire, is no longer a shadow of Bianca; she is a force in her own right, respected and admired by all. She is fully in control of her destiny and knows what she wants and plans on getting it. Damien, for his part, has emerged a better man than he was when he first arrived at the city.

My restraint collapsed bit by bit until I was devouring another man's wife with a hunger that stunned me. “Celeste! What are you doing! Are you crazy?” Henry let out a choked gasp. When she pulled away, I had to force myself to straighten. Triumph shone through her face like she had never been more proud of her actions. Her shoulders relaxed as she tried to steady her breathing. Then it sank in. This woman just used me to rile up her husband. I must be out of my mind, because I liked it. I licked my lips unconsciously to the memory of soft lips expertly moving against mine.

"Elena, please don't be mad at Tristan. He probably just wants you to come home sooner. He must've lied because he was desperate." Elena snorted, shooting daggers at me. "Look at how considerate he is, unlike you, a pathetic excuse for a man who knows nothing but how to be jealous! If you want to make this marriage work, then shut up and deal with it. If not, let's just get a divorce!" I looked at Elena coldly. I no longer felt a single ripple of emotion. In my previous life, she was the reason I had met such a miserable end. Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, I would not let history repeat itself.

Dominic snatched my phone and said coldly, "You should worry about your own husband, Vivienne. If you bother Isabella one more time, I'll make sure everyone sees exactly what those 'injuries' on you really look like." With that, Dominic hung up and tossed the phone back to me. "You shouldn't bother talking to her anymore. She's the type who won't listen until life forces her to." I froze momentarily before looking at him. "Did you hear what I said?" Dominic nodded and replied, "Yes." "I can explain everything about being reborn—" "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that we're fine now. You should let them deal with their own mess." I was momentarily startled, yet I soon grasped his impli

What was so special about this young madam anyway? Aria hadn’t forgotten Mrs. Whitmore in the slightest. The woman had once served faithfully at the old Cross residence under Damian’s grandfather, who trusted her deeply and granted her far too much authority. She had ruled the household with arrogance, surrounded by subordinates eager to curry favor. When Damian was brought back to the family, the old man sent her to this island to care for him. On this remote, isolated territory, with no one to check her temper, her arrogance had only grown. She fired staff on a whim and would have tried bullying Damian as well—if he hadn’t been so terrifying. In Aria’s past life, after marrying into the Cr

Reene The moment I opened my eyes, and heard that voice, I concluded that I wasn't fated to be lucky. In my past and present life. "Luna Amber, are you awake? Or should I say Alpha Ethan's sex toy?" The voice was calm, and filled with mockery. I shuddered, and my heart turned cold. It was the same voice which had haunted my dreams right after I woke up. Since my rebirth. It was Alpha Dennison Hogan's voice.

“You should have better manners. Get out of the way! I’m here to wish Grandpa a happy birthday. You have no right to stop me!” “No right?” Pamela laughed sardonically, then she said in a screechy tone, “How can you say I have no right when this is my home? Who do you think you are, Eva Lane?” Eva narrowed her eyes. The look in her eyes was frosty now. She had anticipated such a welcome upon her return and was not intimidated at all. “What right do you have to stop me from seeing Grandpa, Pamela Jackson?” “The fact that I’m your father's legitimate wife! Your grandfather isn’t here. The Lanes no longer had a daughter like you since your disappearance five years ago. How dare you return with t

Needless to say, Ida had Fiana eating out of the palm of her hand. Pam was grateful that Ida at least refrained from using any sexual tactics. Her mother managed to buy and maintain the body of a young woman and, since her divorce from Chester, she was free and promiscuous with it with whatever gender struck her fancy. Some might call her oversexed. Pam had such a low regard for her mother that she wouldn’t put it past her to use those sexual whiles on her lover; an opinion that Ida found outrageously offensive. The antiquated and run down looking computer sitting on top if the rich mahogany desk looked like it belonged in a comic strip.

How was he supposed to tell his wife, the woman who had stood beside him silently, faithfully, even when their marriage had been little more than a contract…that her sister had borne him a son? Their relationship had only begun to mend after Elara was born. He remembered the night he first held their daughter, the tiny pink bundle with her mother’s delicate features and his piercing eyes. In that instant, the contract marriage had ceased to exist in his heart. The cold, calculated arrangement faded, replaced by something raw and terrifyingly real. On paper, yes, the contract still existed. But in every moment since Elara’s birth, neither of them had spoken of it again. Aurora had become more