Novel & Cerita Six Months Later Book

Kara Hatchett once dreamed of Derrick Whitney’s love. Why shouldn’t she? He married her after all. But three years have passed since her secret marriage to the billionaire, and Derrick seems to dislike her more than ever. Even worse, his ex-college sweetheart, Jade Black is back in town after breaking his heart and stealing from his family before she left, but Derrick seems to have forgiven her. Even worse, he’s publicly in love with her, and acting like the doting boyfriend even if he refuses to acknowledge her as his girlfriend. So, with only two months left in their contract, Kara knows their marriage is over. She’s ready to bury the remnants of her unrequited love for him and move on with her life, ready to divorce Derrick and leave him without looking back. But Derrick isn’t letting her go…

The day I found out I wasn't really an Adelson, Sharon—their real daughter—stormed in and stabbed me—over and over. Just like that, my shot at being a mom? Gone. Chuck Benetton, my fiancé, lost it. My parents swore they'd disown her. To "comfort" me, Chuck proposed on the spot. My parents handed me the severance letter—Sharon officially disowned—and told me to just focus on healing. Later, they said Sharon had run off and gotten trafficked in Nyamara, some hotspot for scams and lost souls. They said it served her right. And yeah... I believed them. Six years into the lie, I saw her—very much alive, baby bump and all, curled up against my husband like she owned him. "If I hadn't snapped back then, Yasmine never would've married you, " she said. "Thank God you and Mom and Dad backed me. Otherwise, that imposter would've landed me in jail. "She probably never guessed I've been right here, carrying your baby. Once I give birth, just fake an adoption. She can nanny our kid forever. "Thanks for everything, Chuck." She smiled like he was her hero. And he blushed. "Don't thank me. Marrying her was the only way to protect you. I'd do it all again." So yeah. The guy I thought loved me? He was always lying. My "parents"? They only cared about Sharon. If that's love, I want nothing to do with it.

Three months pregnant, I doubled over in agony, blood pooling beneath me. I called Milo Prince in a last-ditch effort for help. The moment he picked up, his voice dripped with irritation. "What is it now?" My vision was blurring. Before I could cry for help, I heard his childhood sweetheart's teasing laugh. "No interruptions today, okay?" The line went dead in the next second. When I opened my eyes again, my belly was flat. I checked Jessica Clay's social media. A photo showed their hands intertwined, her wrist adorned with the Prince family's heirloom bracelet. Her caption read, [He said this bracelet was made for me, so I'm keeping it.]

Serafine was used as a tool for peace by her pack with their rival pack. She was given an ultimatum, either she accepts the Alpha of pack Lucid as her husband or she becomes a rogue. Alcide developed a trauma; he could not stand the touch of women due to his bad past. He is to marry the daughter of Pack Brawl as a tool for a truce. Serafine is given only three months by her pack to make Alpha Alcide fall in love with her or else there could be a future war occurrence between both packs, but how can she do this when the alpha avoids her like a plague? Jenna, Alcide’s childhood friend and Lucian, Alcide’s step brother would do all in their power to bring both of them down, each with a different motive in mind. Will they succeed in bringing them down or would Serafine succeed in winning Alcide’s heart before the three months deadline?

"You shouldn't shouted at her, you should have listened to her. Now she is gone for good." Eveth shouted her son after his Personal Assistant left him with her grandsons. "I didn't believe that child was mine." He tried to defend himself. ****** Melanie, who was Dexter personal assistant was persuaded to use the last three months with her cold boss by living with him. She had to do it because she has no choice, in just these months the two became so close even with the hindrances. Unfortunately for her, she started loving him and got pregnant for her cold boss that has been treating her in a bad way for the past three month.

"Amelia Cromwell never knew she wasn’t born into the Milton family. It wasn’t until she felt everyone hated her, and the Milton family drove her out, telling her to go back to her village people biological parents that the truth came out… Amelia smiled lightly, ready to reveal her true identity and shock everyone. But to her surprise, the so called village people, the Milton family referred to was actually the richest family in New York—Cromwell! In the blink of an eye, she went from being the scorned, fake rich girl to the beloved, real daughter of Cromwell, pampered by six older brothers. The domineering oldest brother: ""Pause the meeting, book the return flight to the country. Let’s see who dares to bully my little sister!"" The superstar second brother: ""Cancel the performance. I’m going to pick up my little sister right now."" The genius third brother: ""Delay the competition. Nothing is more important than my little sister."" the Milton family deeply regretted their actions, and her childhood friend turned around to try and please her. Before Amelia could even respond with a ""no,"" a proposal from the head of the prestigious Jenkins family, Carl Jenkins, CEO of the Jenkins Group, made headlines and sent her trending! ...

Benhail Gunther, a billionaire who owned one of the biggest wineries in Texas had lived a normal life until he got the news that was going to change his life forever. Now, he needed to act fast, and produce an heir to own all his assets. Emery, a young woman who schlepped the weight of the world on her shoulders, lived with her ailing twin sister who was on the verge of losing her life. She was her only family and she had to do all she could to save her. - - When Emery met Benhail in the passageway that led to the exit of the clubhouse, she summoned the courage to approach him and ask what he wanted. If they had the same interest, maybe they could strike a deal. She offered him prices but was surprised when he offered her a ridiculous amount of money that could change her life forever. She knew well that the money didn't come just for him to get her pussy screwed, there was more to it. She had to pay a price to be in his life for a year. The deal was signed, and rules were broken. Benhail was holding back, he was afraid he'd love her too much and leave her broken. But Emery was willing to get hurt, she wanted to know more, submit to his every will and be more than what and who he wanted her to be if only he'd let her in.

Three years after I died, my mother sent me twenty dollars for living expenses. Three years before that—the first time I ever asked my family for money—she said to me, offhand, "Sometimes I think you're just putting on an act. What's so unsanitary about a thirty-cent boxed meal? And why can't you wear a five-dollar down jacket? Face it, you're just more high-maintenance than your little brother." Later, when I needed twenty dollars to buy some cheap medicine for my stomachache, she blocked me immediately and cut off all contact—along with every relative we had. "Don't contact me anymore. I'm clearly not a good mother. I can't afford to give my son a life of luxury." But for my younger brother, who had just started high school, she spared no expense—renting him a three-bedroom apartment. Even the family dog got its own room. In the end, on the day my brother became the top scorer in the state, she finally remembered me. She took me off her block list and transferred twenty dollars. "It's only twenty dollars. Was it really worth giving your family the silent treatment for three whole years?" What she never knew was this— On the night my stomach ruptured, three years ago, I had already died. I couldn't afford to go to the hospital. I froze to death in the snow.

I'm getting married soon—but not to my boyfriend of six years, Soren Cruz. He's the mafia boss based in Mehico and is currently busy "working" with his new underboss, Thea Ramirez. Lately, he's been so swamped with work that he completely forgot about me and our promise to get married on our sixth anniversary. At the Christmas party, he ordered Thea's favorite almond cake. He forgot I'm allergic to almonds. While his friends were messing around, a slice of cake hit me right in the face. I fainted on the spot. When I woke up, I told Mom I didn't want to marry Soren anymore. I'm going back.

The night before my fiancé, Soren, and I were supposed to leave for Northern Europe to start our new life, the sounds of a lively discussion drifted from his private club. "Christ, Boss, are you insane? Why the sudden marriage alliance with the Rosetti family to make a play for Italy? Didn't you say you were getting out of the life with Abby and heading north?" Soren leaned back into a leather sofa, his voice nonchalant and muffled by a cloud of smoke. "Plans change. Besides, remember, I'm the one who made her who she is." "Once she sees the new empire I'm building, that little canary will come flying right back to my cage. The woman can't live without me." I stood in the shadows of the club, a wine glass in my hand, a dull ache blooming in my chest. The anniversary gift I had so carefully chosen for Soren was still in my purse, waiting for me to give it to him. I slipped out of the smoke-filled club, tossed the gift into the nearest trash can, and booked a one-way ticket to Northern Europe. But what he didn't know was that just as he could betray our future for Monica, I could abandon him for mine. All those years we spent dancing with death were never just for his sake.