Ring Tattoo Finger

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

A young woman falls for the young billionaire he works for as a maid. After being saved from a deadly car crash, a billionaire offers a young poor woman to work in his house as his maid but fate has other plans for them.

On the night of the Benedetto family's Harvest Festival, my Mafia husband, Salvatore, told me to bring our son, Giuseppe, to the family gathering. He said his madre had finally accepted us into the Benedetto bloodline. I was trembling with excitement in our little cottage as I dressed Giuseppe in his finest little suit. He had carved a single wooden rose by hand, a project he'd saved for over five years. He said he would present it to his grandmother at the celebration, a plea for her to accept our place in the family. But the moment we stepped into the stone manor, I saw Carmela. Salvatore had her pinned against an oak barrel in a deep, searing kiss. In the moonlight, her hand was undoing his tie. In front of everyone, Salvatore smiled and gently pushed her away. He walked toward the family members gathered in a semicircle and raised a crystal glass. "Tonight, in addition to celebrating the harvest, I have an important announcement." "I would like to introduce you all to the woman I have married in the eyes of God and the Church." "Miss Carmela Torrino." Before I could even process his words, Giuseppe tore his hand from mine and rushed forward. "Papa, what are you saying?" "Isn't my mother your wife?"

After my 99th failed confession of love to Jim, my parents grounded me for two weeks. "You've embarrassed yourself enough over that illegitimate son from the Larson family," they snapped. "Has he ever even spared you a proper glance?" "Stay home and reflect. We've already arranged your marriage to the Shaw family. The wedding will be in two weeks." However, I didn’t give up. I was so determined to see Jim, no matter what. Only to walk in on him locked in a deep kiss with his precious first love in a private room. "Jim, you really know how to play," one of his friends laughed. "If the Cunningham family's heiress catches you like this, she'll probably lose her mind again." "Seriously, you've turned Ella down so many times, and now that she's grounded, you haven't even sent her a message. Aren't you afraid she'll finally give up on you?" Jim just scoffed with disdain and said calmly, "What's there to be afraid of? Everyone in the capital knows Ella is obsessed with me. Who else would want her but me?" "If I hadn't needed her to get back into the Larson family, I never would've postponed my engagement to Rowena in the first place."

เพราะว่ารัก.....ก็เลยยอมให้เขาทำร้าย ดันเห็นกงจักรกลายเป็นดอกไม้ ยิ่งห้ามยิ่งเตือนหัวใจตัวเองเท่าไหร่ก็ไม่ฟัง จะเป็นยังไง ถ้าวันหนึ่งเราได้รู้ว่าคนที่แอบชอบมาตั้งหลายปี เขาไม่ได้เป็นแบบที่เราคิด เขาไม่ได้ใสซื่อเหมือนที่แสดง เขามีอีกด้านที่เราไม่เคยรู้จักมาก่อน ทุกสิ่งที่เคยคิดว่าเขาเป็น และมันทำให้เราหลงใหลในตัวเขา มันไม่มีอะไรจริงเลยสักอย่าง เราจะทำอย่างไร จะเดินหน้าต่อไป หรือจะถอยหลังกลับ ความสัมพันธ์บางอย่างก็เหมือนกับการที่เราหยิบงูขึ้นมาอุ้มไว้ในอ้อมแขน ปล่อยให้มันรัด ให้มันพันรอบตัวโดยที่ไม่ทันสังเกต ไม่ได้เฉลียวใจ เพราะคิดว่ามันไม่มีพิษภัย แต่ลืมไปว่ามันก็สามารถกินเราได้เช่นกัน เช่นเดียวกับการที่เราเอาตัวเข้าไปในชีวิตของใครคนหนึ่ง ได้ทำความรู้จักแล้ว เอาตัวเข้าไปข้องเกี่ยวไปผูกพันแล้ว ก็ไม่อาจสลัดทิ้งได้โดยง่าย ถึงแม้เราจะพยายามที่จะทอดถอนตัวออกมาแค่ไหน ก็ไม่อาจหลีกหนีได้พ้น

Trina Ellis grew up from a broken family, so while growing up she instilled in her mind that there is nothing good about getting married 'happy ending doesn't exist' though until she met Chiharu Harriz. *** Trina Ellis A.KA. Sky is a spy agent from Equilibrium Agency. One day, the Agency sent her on a mission in Japan to assassinate all the six members of Gokudo Soshiki also known as Yakuza Organization, one of the toughest gang in the country. On the mission, Sky accidentally met Chiharu Harriz o 'Chin' a Japanese-American. He hated Trina for her existence na halos isumpa nito ang dalaga dahil aksidenteng nasira ni Trina ang proposal nito para sa longtime girlfriend nito. Tila ba nananadya ang panahon at palaging pinagkrus ang landas nila, tuloy mahinuhang aso't pusa ang bangayan nilang dalawa. Ngunit paano kung ang hatred will turn into love? Kakalimutan na ba niya ang kanyang paniniwala na happy ending doesn't exist? Disclaimer: This story written in a combination of Tagalog and English Cover design Sheryl Singh

Dear best friend, I had sex with our daughter after you died. 🦪 Dora lost her father on her eighteenth birthday, and she swore to find his killer and end his life herself. Because of this, she signs a ‘fight till death’ deal with Umbra, a deadly secret organization her father worked with. A fight where only one of the two fighters would walk out of the ring alive. Dale Lazarus, a man secretly in love with his best friend’s daughter, killed his best friend in a fight. One of them had to die for the other one to live, and it was Dora’s father who didn’t walk out of the ring. Dora doesn’t know this: that Dale Lazarus, her father’s best friend, and also the man she’s shamelessly obsessed with, is the killer she’s after. She swore to his face that she was going to wipe her father’s killer off the planet, not knowing she was talking about him, and He trains her to kill her father’s killer, knowing he was training her to kill him. What happens when Dora realizes she signed a deal to kill the man she is obsessed with? ~ Content warning: This book contains several sensitive topics that may be disturbing to some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. Specific warnings include: Graphic violence and gore, Explicit sexual content, Description of grief and loss, and strong language.

At the wedding, just as I was about to exchange rings with my fiancée, her conniving boyfriend intentionally pushed his son toward her. Right in front of everyone, the boy looked up with teary eyes and asked, "Mom, why are you marrying this man? Don't you want me and Dad anymore?" My fiancée, who never lied, smiled, took the child's hand, and said, "I was only pretending with this man earlier. Now I am going to marry your father." The banquet hall buzzed with whispers. Everyone expected me to get jealous and blow up. Instead, I said the child came first and calmly handed the ring to the boyfriend sitting below the stage. Seeing how cooperative I was, my fiancée grinned and promised she would give me a healthy baby boy someday as a thank you. However, she seemed to have forgotten that we had not officially tied the knot yet. Truth be told, I had no intention of ever doing so.

The richest man in the country, Sebastian Vance, has a ring custom-made to my exact measurements, worth billions of dollars, for the woman who will be his bride. In the first life, my stepsister, Mia Lowe, slips on the ring and marries him. Sebastian claws her face, shouting, "She's not the one!" In the second life, my other stepsister, Lorraine Lowe, loses 30 pounds before marrying him. He shoves her down the stairs anyway and says, "She's not the one either." In the third life, my stepmother, Vivian Cole, grits her teeth and slices off a piece of her own flesh just to force the ring onto her finger. Sebastian sneers and pushes her under the bathwater, holding her down until her body goes limp. By the fourth life, out of options and terrified, they finally send me. I slide the ring on, and it fits perfectly. My entire family lets out a sigh of relief. But the second Sebastian lays his eyes on me, he draws a knife and stabs me to death. "Why is it still not her? Where is she?" In the last life, he has his assistant, Owen Hayes, deliver a ring to us. All four of us insist that it won't fit. Owen shoots us a strange look. "Mr. Vance said the rightful owner of this ring is among you."

I'd been married to Joshua Merck for five years, but we still didn't have kids. To stay healthy, I took those pricey custom vitamins he ordered from overseas—never missed a dose. Then my cousin came back from studying abroad, took one look at the bottle, and was like, "That brand doesn't even make custom vitamins." I sent them to the hospital for testing. The lab report hit me like a truck—birth control pills. Powerful ones. Suddenly, all those mornings with Joshua hovering over me, acting so concerned while I took my "vitamins," made sense. The whole thing had been a lie. Five years of lies. Just as I was gearing up to confront him, my phone buzzed—a group chat notification. Shirley Hoare had tagged Joshua. [Honey, I had a prenatal checkup today, and the doctor said I'm carrying twins! Your family's about to get two grandchildren at once—excited?] My heart turned to ash. Everything clicked. Fine. We were done. I pulled out my phone and replied to my childhood sweetheart's message from three days ago: [After watching the northern lights, I still wanted to see penguins in Antarctica.]