Seis Años Esperando Su Amor... Pero Ya No Espero Más

Nicole Hayes married Tristan Hewitt in a very early age of seventeen. He was seven years her senior. A marriage orchestrated by her dying father to insure her safety and future. In her tender age Nicole was sheltered from the outside world she was naive to the situation she gets herself into. Tristan her husband is involved with another woman and later she was kick out and of his with false accusations. She was later jailed with the help of unknown benefactor she was release but her situation became worst when a threat to her life was initiated. She escape death with the help of her benefactor. Seven years later she is back with hidden identity.Rich, mature and successful vowed to get even with the people who done her wrong.

I've accidentally worn a dress belonging to my deceased older sister, Gwendolyn Stokes, to a family banquet. Because of that, my husband, Thomas Torres, goes quiet with fury. He then sentences me to a punishment of kneeling in the snow for three long hours. The blizzard chills me to the bone. My son, Robin Torres, makes fun of me while hurling snowballs at me. "No matter how much you dress up, you'll always be a phony! Don't think you can go around replacing my mommy just because you've changed into her dress!" As I stare at Robin's face, which bears some resemblance with mine, I feel my heart breaking. He has no idea that I'm his actual mother. On the year Gwendolyn passed away, Thomas, who drank himself into a stupor, mistook me for her. That night, he kept moaning Gwendolyn's name and whispering sweet nothings to me. That was how I got pregnant with Robin. Thomas has forbidden me from telling anyone the truth. On the other hand, I can't bear to leave my own child alone. So, I beg Thomas repeatedly to let me stay in the Torres residence. During my stay here, Thomas gives me the cold shoulder all the time. Only when he needs to vent his desire does he seek me out. What I didn't expect is that Robin hates my guts as well. Not only does he keep pulling pranks on me from time to time, but he also curses at me. "Shameless women like you have no right to stay in my home! Once I grow up, I'll definitely kick you out!" Now, I can finally respond to him. "Oh, I don't have to wait for you to grow up at all." Tomorrow, I'll pack my things and leave. I no longer want to remain as someone else's replacement and continue living a life of humiliation. This time, I'm going to pursue a life of my own.

On Thanksgiving, my husband Steven Mandel showed up with another woman. Not just anyone—Fiona Osborne, his first love. She had Alzheimer's and only remembered him. And yeah, he said she was moving in. Steven's eyes were ice. "Erica, I stayed away from Fiona out of duty. But I'm not wasting what time I have left without her." Happy 50th anniversary to me. No gift—just a slap-in-the-face love confession. Maya, my daughter-in-law, tried to talk some sense into him, bless her. Then Anton—my own son—cut in. "Mom already kept Dad away from Fiona for years. She's tied ME to you for half my life. Now Dad just wants to take care of the woman he loves—what's so wrong with that?" Steven stepped in front of Fiona like some kind of hero. "Anton's right. Erica, I let you play the wife role for decades. Now, I want to be with the woman I truly love. "If you can't handle that, let's just get a divorce." I stood there, frozen. I'd walked away from a powerhouse law career for this family after we had Anton. I thought I had given everything, and in their eyes, I would be a perfect wife and a perfect mother. But today made it clear—I was never enough. No matter how much I gave, it was never going to be enough. I turned to Maya. She was crying. "You wanna get divorced together?"

"You're no daughter of this pack," my mother hissed, her golden eyes flashing in the firelight. "If you can't support your Alpha sister, then get out." I should have seen it coming. In the Ashveil Pack, family means everything—unless you're me. Vera Darkthorne, the disappointment. While my perfect sister Eris got the love, the title, even my mate Cain, I got a mating ceremony where nobody showed up. Not even the man who swore he'd always be mine. That night, I ran. Now I've built a new life in Berlin's underground werewolf syndicate, where strength is the only law that matters. I've learned to fight, to lead, to make wolves twice my size back down with just a look. But when a message comes that Eris's dying, the pack demands my return. "Come home, Vera," my father's voice crackles through the phone. "Your sister needs you." I almost laugh. After everything? But this time, I'm not the weak wolf they left behind. This time, I have fangs of my own. And when wolves hunt you down, you don't run—you rip their throats out first.

I was preparing a gift for our six-year anniversary when my best friend sent me a photo of my Alpha boyfriend kissing another she-wolf. "Wait, when did you get to Chicago?" The she-wolf in the picture looked a lot like me, but it wasn't me. That's when I found out that my boyfriend of six years had been searching for replacements for his dead childhood sweetheart the whole time. I was number 5. The she-wolf in the photo was number 18. I rushed to Chicago and tracked down Lucas using his phone's location. "Dude, this number 18 really looks like Ally, even more than Sophia does!" "Nah man, Sophia still looks more like her. She's number 5 after all - if she didn't look so much like Ally, why would Lucas have stuck with her for six years?" Lucas flicked his cigarette ash, looking completely relaxed: "They both look pretty similar, but number 18's way better in bed. Sophia's too uptight." "I heard you had someone pick out a diamond ring. You planning to propose? To Sophia or this new chick?" Lucas leaned back into the couch with a cocky grin: "Haven't decided yet. Why don't you guys choose for me?" I turned around, my whole body shaking as a chill ran from my head to my toes. After calming down, I texted my best friend: "Your Alpha cousin, the one who had a crush on me and waited four years - is he still single?"

I exercised too hard during the day and, by midnight, a sharp pain tore through my stomach. When I checked my pants, there was blood. I called my friend immediately and had him rush me to the hospital. The moment I finished explaining my symptoms, the doctor did not even pause to think before saying, "This is a potential miscarriage. We need to start treatment right away." My eyes went wide. I opened my mouth to protest, but she steamrolled right over me. Her gaze dripped with contempt. "I see dozens of patients every day. I know exactly what you women are like. Probably had abortion after abortion in school with zero self-respect. Now that you're getting older, you want to trap some nice guy into cleaning up your mess." I had never met such an unprofessional doctor in my life. Anger flared in my chest, and I threatened to report her on the spot. She barely blinked. "Touched a nerve, huh? I'm just trying to help you out here. Doctors have it so hard these days. Tell someone the truth and complaints are all you get." The whispers started around me. People staring, judging, pointing. I had truly had enough. Had it occurred to literally anyone that I might just be a guy with long hair?

Keisya Amora Williams. Seorang perempuan cantik, tegas, datar, dan dingin. Tapi sifatnya itu tidak berlaku pada keluarganya dan tentunya sahabatnya.Keisya wanita taguh, berani menghadapi bahaya yang kapan saja bisa merenggut nyawanya. Keisya merupakan pemimpin mafia perempuan satu-satunya yang terkenal ganas ketika melawan musuhnya. Keisya terkenal di penjuru dunia. Siapa yang tak mengenal Keisya. Tapi tidak ada yang mengetahui wajah cantiknya itu, ia selalu memakai sebuah topeng ketika menjalankan misi. Dan tentunya dengan samaran yang ia pakai.Tapi bagaimana jadinya jika Keisya seorang pemimpin mafia harus transmigrasi ke tubuh seorang gadis yang dibenci oleh seluruh keluarganya dan seluruh sekolahnya.

"PAPA SUDAH BILANG JAGA OLIVE! TAPI KAMU TIDAK BISA MEMBUKTIKANNYA! KAMU SELALU MEMBUAT ORANG-ORANG YANG SAYA SAYANGI TERLUKA!" Perlahan Rian mulai membuka ikat pinggangnya. Ia ingat jelas ketika mendiang istrinya—Rindu tertabrak mobil, karena menyelamatkan Sina. Ia juga mengingat Lili meninggal sebab melahirkan Sina. Luka yang Rian alami tak lain dan tak bukan adalah karena Sina—anaknya sendiri. SET! Sina memejamkan kedua matanya kala ikat pinggang itu mencambuk tubuhnya. Gadis malang itu mulai terduduk dengan tubuh gemetar hebat. "Jika Olive mati, papa tidak akan pernah memaafkan kamu!" "Saya bingung, kenapa Tuhan menghadirkan kamu di kehidupan saya!" "Pertama, Lili! Kedua Rindu dan sekarang Olive?" sentak Rian pada anak itu. "Kenapa kamu harus hidup dengan membawa kesialan?!" "KENAPA BUKAN KAMU SAJA YANG MATI!" Mendengar kalimat terakhir tangis Sina pecah. Ulu hatinya tiba-tiba merasa sakit. Dadanya mendadak sesak. PLAK! SEAT! Sina tidak melawan. Ia hanya bisa meringkuk mendapat perlakuan kasar dari ayah kandungnya sendiri itu. Hanya air mata yang bisa menerjemahkan tentang seterluka apa Sina saat ini. "I'm okay." Nyatanya kata-kata itu hanyalah kalimat palsu yang sering Sina tunjukkan. Selama ini Sina tidak baik-baik saja. Ia dihujam ribuan luka dan menyimpannya sendiri. Tak ada yang baik-baik saja kala semua orang membencinya. Tak ada yang baik-baik saja saat semua orang mengharapkan kepergiannya. Sina berharap lukanya berakhir. Namun, nyatanya luka itu terus datang dan membuat luka yang lainnya ikut menganga. Sinar Rembulan redup, sebab sulit bertahan dengan luka di dalam kesendirian. Tak ada tempat baginya untuk bersandar. Tak ada manusia yang memberikannya semangat atau motivasi. Sina kehilangan arah, saat ini gadis itu sudah sampai di puncak keletihan. Lalu harus bagaimana? Mengakhiri hidupn? Atau bertahan dengan luka yang tiada akhir?

【 Elle a dragué un grand boss par hasard, que doit-elle faire ? 】Après avoir été trahie par un homme et sa sœur, Bella Leroy a décidé de devenir la tante de ces deux personnes !Pour réaliser son but, elle devait séduire l’oncle de son ex-petit ami.Son oncle était jeune, beau et riche, et depuis lors, elle est devenue son épouse.Bien que cet homme soit indifférent, elle voulait juste être la tante de son ex-petit ami.Un jour, Bella a découvert qu’elle s’était trompée !Cet homme n’était pas l’oncle de son ex-petit ami !Bella est devenue folle : « J’en ai assez, je vais divorcer ! »Théo Bernard : « ... »Pourquoi il a rencontré une femme aussi irresponsable ?Divorcer? Jamais!

Je suis morte le jour où j'ai remporté le Prix international du doctorat en médecine. Mes parents, mon frère et mon fiancé venaient de célébrer les seize ans de ma petite sœur. Ils ne sont rentrés à la maison que trois heures après ma mort. Sur les réseaux sociaux, les photos de famille rayonnaient de bonheur, tandis que moi, je gisais dans le sous-sol étouffant, baignant dans mon sang. Avant de mourir, j'avais lutté pour faire glisser ma langue sur l'écran de mon téléphone, tentant désespérément d'appeler à l'aide. Mes parents et mon frère avaient bloqué mon numéro. Seul mon fiancé avait répondu. À l'instant où sa voix s'est fait entendre, il a lâché sèchement : « Winona, l'anniversaire de Winnie est important. Arrête d'essayer de détourner l'attention avec tes excuses pitoyables. Assez de cinéma. » Cela a achevé la dernière étincelle qui me restait pour survivre. Dans ce râle électronique, mon cœur s'est arrêté. La centième fois qu'ils la choisissaient, elle. La centième fois qu'ils m'abandonnaient pour elle. Mais c'était aussi la dernière. Ils pensaient que je m'étais encore enfuie pour attirer leur attention, et que s'ils me donnaient une bonne leçon, je finirais par revenir en rampant, pathétique. Mais pas cette fois. Parce que je n'avais pas quitté la maison. J'étais allongée dans le sous-sol de chez moi.