Novel & Cerita Ride Or Die Couples

His face was calm, and gentle. “Naomi,” he whispered, “I’m tired.” That night, he turned on the gas, and ended his life in the room where I had once waited for him. When they found him, he was lying beside my ashes, holding our wedding photo in his hand. Mom and Dad could not bear the blow. They had lost me first, then Lily to prison and madness, and finally watched Adrian destroy himself. Their guilt became heavier than their bodies could carry. The Kesly company collapsed soon after. Dad had spent too much trying to make up for my death, and enemies used the scandal to tear the business apart. Everything they once valued vanished.

Before I could answer, they were on me. “Ms. Sullivan! Is it true you’re finally marrying Paul Sinclair?” “Ms. Sullivan, is it true Paul Sinclair is dying?” “Are the rumors about postponing the wedding true?” “Ms. Sullivan! Over here!” My head was turning in all directions, and a smile of embarrassment kept trying to force it’s way to my lips. “Ms. Sullivan,” one said, almost sticking the microphone in my mouth “Is it true you’re marrying Paul Sinclair out of pity?” “Of course not. I love him no matter his condition.” I said quickly.

I looked at the two again as I felt that Diego's anger was too much and that there was a double meaning to it. What's going on? There seems to be tension between the two. "Stay away from my wife, Diego!" Diego looked at me. "Beautiful with huge cups of bra, if I were you, you should get divorced with this man. We didn't know that maybe he impregnated another woman other than Marthina—" Hudson cut Diego's words with a strong punch. People around us scream. Diego's attempt to punch Hudson back was stopped by Senyor Huanico's livid voice.

This globally livestreamed wedding had topped the trending charts on every platform from the start. A few days ago, people were still freaking out over the preview—Cesare dropped a billion dollars on that snowy mountain spectacle, enough to make me the most envied bride alive. The comment sections were packed with envy and blessings. Everyone said Don Cassano's devotion was untouchable. But just minutes ago, the camera caught my fall off the cliff. And the internet exploded. The live chat, full of envy a second ago, flipped to shock and sympathy.

Kelvin disconnected me from the life-support machine, and I felt my strength ebbing away. "I can't die now, please give me a second chance," I whispered, my voice barely audible through the agony that wracked my body. Tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with fate to spare my life. Kelvin's face twisted into a cruel smile, his eyes gleaming with a sinister pleasure. "Goodbye, dear wife," he sneered. "See you never again." His voice was laced with disdain and satisfaction, and I knew I was staring into the face of pure evil.

Videos of their fights quickly went viral online. “You ruined everything, you wretch! Even my deal with Mr. Lee fell through because of you! And who do you think you are? Do you think you’re a trophy wife? You’re just a slut everyone’s had a go at, and you still think I’d marry you? Maybe in your next life! “I can’t believe I divorced Janice for trash like you. This is the biggest mistake of my life.” Wynne, dressed in a tattered wedding gown, stubbornly tried to shove the dead fetus into Michael’s hands.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

… One day, I suddenly saw the news on the television. "The Jones family was murdered. None of the family members lived." My heart skipped a beat. I then saw a photo of my family on the screen. "It is reported that the murder was committed by Susan Jones, the wife of the old director of Jones Group..." None of them survived. Charles, Derek, Samantha, Jenson, and Susan—all of them died. "Mrs. Jones left a suicide note, claiming that this was done for her daughter Celine..." I could no longer process the words I heard after that.

Despite their differences and the challenges they faced, she knew they were stronger together than they were apart. As they sat together in the quiet solitude of their home, surrounded by the gentle flicker of candlelight and the soft murmur of distant music, Drea realized how far they had come on their journey together. Their marriage, once seen as a transactional arrangement, had blossomed into a partnership built on mutual respect, trust, and a growing love that defied all expectations.

But as time went on their weekly meeting turned into twice weekly meetings, and then without us even noticing they had started spending all their free time together. We were all happy for them when they told us about six months ago that they were an official couple and moving in together. Which we didn’t think was that big of a deal considering they both had suites at the pack house, but now they only have one. After losing a mate often, the living mate dies shortly after, but I think that they both helped save each other from that fate. Sinical Will on the other hand says that because they both had probably given up on their mate bonds they were no longer as strong yielding them less powerf