Novel & Cerita She Was Pretty

My mother hated me, to the point that she wished I were dead. I knew I deserved to die. Sixteen years ago, if I hadn’t insisted on going out, my brother wouldn’t have died while trying to save me. Eventually, both of us got what we wished for. I got brain cancer. She had become a stranger to me as I forgot everything and went to die in blissful ignorance. Then, she went mad.

The Garcia family's notorious illegitimate son — violent, obsessive, and dangerously unstable — had sent out a public marriage summons. One of us, my sister or I, was to become his bride. My father, with his career in ruins and his influence dwindling, had no choice but to agree. In desperation, I begged my boyfriend Eric Jordan to return home and make our engagement official. He did rush back, travel-worn and anxious — but only to ask for my sister's hand in marriage. Shattered, I demanded to know why. Eric frowned, his voice icy. "You're just a foster daughter of the Lynch family. You've eaten their food, lived under their roof for years. And if it weren't for Willa, you would've frozen to death on the street. Now's your chance to repay her. Don't be ungrateful." I refused to stay silent. He shoved me aside in frustration. "I told you — Willa and I are only pretending. Once she's out of danger and that lunatic forgets about the proposal, we'll divorce. I'll come back for you. However, stop embarrassing yourself like this — it's pathetic." What Eric did not know was… Willa Lynch escaped the marriage. However, I did not. Later, on the day of the wedding, as the bridal car passed the Jordan family estate, I looked out the window — and locked eyes with Eric. His face turned pale as a sheet.

I'm a surgeon who loses everything in one night. My hand. My baby. My name. I call the one man who always told me I was worth more, and I mean it this time. I disappear. I come back rebuilt, unrecognizable, and I do not rush. I took my time. And when I am finally done, every single person who destroyed me will be destroyed.

At dinner, my wife's little brother Darren shot me a nasty look. "Other guys hook their wife's brother up with houses and cars. Mine won't shut up about covering a lousy twenty grand. "Wade Watson, transfer your house to me today, or I swear, I'll make my sister divorce you." My hand stalled mid-serve as I placed food on my pregnant wife's plate. That house was all my parents left me. Best school district in the city. Worth over three hundred grand. I looked at Vanessa, waiting for her to back me up. For the baby. She slammed an abortion appointment slip onto the table. "It's because I married a useless guy like you that my brother still isn't married. Wade, you get one choice—the baby or the house."

I, Alpha Taylor, reject you Juliana as my mate and the Luna of moonlight Pack.” My heart was broken into pieces when these words came out from Alpha Taylor. He was my enemy and turned out to be my mate on the night of my 18th birthday. The moon goddess was unfair! Was that what I deserved after suffering so much! Mira, an 18th-year-old omega, whose beauty radiant was termed a curse, and was rumored to have been the reason behind the sudden death of her mother. She was molested, treated like trash, and turned into a pack slave in her pack, having been termed a curse she was been rejected by all her mates. Her dream was to be like her normal age mates, she despised the mysterious power that she has as the whole of the werewolf's realm sees it as a curse, and seeks her death. A must-read story, follow Juliana on the journey of discovering more about her powers and finding happiness.

Aldreda Katriel Josson just turned 21. At that time, it was her greatest blunder to believe that she would live a life where she would make her own decisions once she entered the adult stage of life. Being known as a playgirl during her teenage years, her parents have had enough of her numerous scandalous issues with men. Without her knowing, her parents arranged her to Kadmiel Candelon, a 24-year-old young business magnate who is one of the wealthiest bachelors in the country. Feeling heated up in anger with her parents’ decision, Katriel thought of resorting to it with a level up kind of rebellion. Going to different bars every night, making out with several men that were captured by cameras and even accidentally lost her v-card at a one night stand with a man she has no idea who. But then waking up the next morning, meeting her soon-to-be-husband, her world crumbled up seeing the man she’s about to marry is the same man she accidentally lost her v-card to.

Seven years after I disappeared, my sister found my name on the organ donor registry. She stood in the transplant center, staring at the paperwork in the nurse's hands. Her brows knit as she looked at the photo attached to the file, along with the name I used to go by. "Where is he?" she asked. "He's in hospice on the twelfth floor," the nurse answered quietly. "Today is the last day he'll still be conscious. The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow morning." Her expression turned cold as she headed upstairs. The moment she pushed open the door, she saw me sitting on the bed, writing my final letter. "Landon." I looked up at her and smiled faintly. "You must have the wrong person, Ms. Bennett. My name is Jay Mercer. Not Landon Bennett." She stepped toward the bed, her tone rigid. "Come home. Apologize to Mason, and I'll hire the best specialists in the country for you—" "That won't be necessary." I didn't even look up again as I signed the last line of the organ donation papers. "I didn't do anything wrong. I'm not apologizing to anyone."

I'd just put the condom on when someone started pounding on the door. My wife, Jocelyn Gill, shoved me aside, panic all over her face. I shot a glare at the door. Her adopted brother, Calvin Tyler, stood there, flushed, staring at her. The bulge in his pants wasn't subtle. "Jocelyn, please help me. I feel awful. I think I'm having an episode!" Seeing him like that, nothing like before, my temper snapped. "Then go get treated. Why are you barging into your sister's room? You got no shame? You can't even get married because of this, so now you're wrecking mine?" Jocelyn rushed over and slapped me. "Finley, how can you say that? Calvin's still a kid. How could he think something that disgusting? Before his parents died, they asked me to take care of him. I'm a psychiatrist—if I don't treat him, how do I face them? You're acting nothing like a brother-in-law. Apologize to Calvin right now, or we're getting divorced!" In two years of marriage, I'd lost count of how many times she'd pulled that card over Calvin. Back then, I'd risked my life just to win her. She thought I'd never leave. She was wrong. This time, I was done loving her.

At our engagement party, my fiancée said, "Even if I marry you, my heart will always belong to my first love." The room went dead silent. Everyone waited for me to snap and storm out in humiliation. Instead, I clapped first. Smiling, I said, "If marrying me makes you that miserable, I won't stop you. Just don't forget to pay back the wedding money I gave you." My fiancée panicked on the spot.

They were both engaged to marry their lovers. They were both betrayed and vowed never to love again. But fate had other plans for them. You'd think they'd meet but what do the rich and the poor have in common? And what happens when their past never really leaves them alone? You wouldn't know until you've read The Billionaire She Hates.