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After three tireless years of giving her all, Suzy Frost faced the ultimate betrayal on the operating table when she heard, "Her life or death means nothing to me." Realizing she was nothing more than a shadow to her husband, Dylan Wright, who was still devoted to his first love, Suzy took a dramatic step back. She left behind a stark divorce agreement and disappeared from his life without a trace. Their paths crossed again under unexpected circumstances—Suzy was now the mysterious fiancée of Dylan’s best friend. Unable to hide his tumultuous feelings, Dylan pulled her into a possessive embrace and declared, "I won't grant you a divorce!" With a scornful glance, Suzy retorted, "Who do you think you are?" To which he fired back, "I'm still your husband!"

Liam's knees gave way at the sight of Leticia strapped to a slanted table .......... He had come late. He had come very, very late. * * * * * * In a world ruled by Angels and demons, humans have become the hunted and have to go into hiding but when Leticia's brother goes missing, she has to risk being caught and go out in search of him and that's when she stumbles upon a broken Angel who is not so willing to bond with a human again. She holds many secrets which she herself is unaware of and she does not know what she actually is but the demons do and when they start coming for her, there is a terrible twist as secrets unfolds and soon, it becomes more than just a fight for power as the secrets threaten to swallow them one after the other. Will the humans survive the inevitable and will balance return? Or will it be the end of the human race?

Penelope Rivera's little boy toy, Theodore Schneider, is throwing another tantrum. She slides the divorce papers across the table toward me. "Just sign them for show. It's to keep Teddy happy." I clench the cuff of my suit and nod in silence. I sign my name in one swift stroke. As I'm walking out, I hear one of her girlfriends teasing, "Samuel's way too easygoing. Does he actually do everything you say?" Penelope takes a graceful sip of red wine and smirks. "Wanna bet?" They bet that I will quietly go through with the divorce at the courthouse, even if my eyes are red with tears. Listening their laughter, I rub my thumb over my phone screen and reply to the message I've just received. "Will you marry me?" it says. "I will."

Evan emerges after some time and notices that the room is empty, indicating that Bella has left, but the thrown money placing on the bed remains, and a note was on the table. He approaches the table and picks up the letter that was written on it. "You did the right thing by divorcing a whore like me." It was not just the words but something else that caught his attention and those were the Tear drops. This is the story of Bella and Evan, who were once a beautiful, loving husband and wife, and how they got caught in someone's web of hatred and disgusting lies and had to separate. Instead of love, their hearts were filled with hatred and misunderstandings. After two years of divorce, they came face-to-face once again, and both wanted to move on, but fate had something else in store for them. Soon they will face all the ugly truths, and will they be able to be together again? The journey from marriage to divorce, and then from hatred to love,

This book captures tyranny and the quest for power in western African history, in the age of war, magic and cruelty, "Adesuna" became the King of "Odudu," a kingdom located in west Africa; the foundation of "Odudu" was laid at the expense of the blood of Warriors, "Odudu" Was one of the most powerful kingdoms in the western region of Africa, "Adesuna" king of "Odudu" was the only son of Adeshina, a Yoro by tribe, he was a valiant fighter from his youth, who latter became a mighty King, he became a sorcerer when human strength couldn't face the test of time, it was an age when men fought to own anything, warriors fought for lands as well as kings, every king was a warrior-king as well. The language of this time was the language of fight, a language that is not taught by men but experienced on the battle field, men even fought with all brutality to get married even within their own kingdoms and among their own people, a time when possessions were measured by strength, the more powerful you are, the more things you were liable to acquire. Kingdoms fought for power, dominance, fame, influence and survival. The weak lived under the mercy of the strong, warriors fought to both acquire and secure what they had already accumulated, the only route to peace was war: deadly wars of bows and strings, arrows and archers, every man's soul lingered on his ability to make use of the sword. Blood bath was a daily routine, the weak were slaves to the strong, and the bravest of men were the fortresses of every kingdom. Adesuna was the fortress of the Odudu kingdom, through his bravery, he became an historic figure.

Every anniversary, Mark had some twisted surprise for me. Our tenth? He strutted into the ballroom holding hands with an escort wearing straight up lingerie. "Jenna, she's cold. Hand over your dress." Then, like that wasn't sick enough: "And the lingerie. She likes your vibe." I clutched my collar, trying to keep it together. He didn't care—just yanked it open. "Cut the act. Your dad sold you to me, remember? That slutty look you used to give me—I still see it." Everyone stared, waiting for me to break. So I did the one thing I could. "I want a divorce." Again. Mark just laughed and chucked a stack of photos on the table—me, covered in marks, curled in bed, a total mess. "You say that every year. And every year, you're back in my bed. Think your mom keeps that hospital spot if these get out?"

My husband, Daniel Thompson, looked down on me. I was just a farmer's daughter in his eyes, and he never loved the son I gave birth to. It wasn’t until our baby turned 100 days old that he held him for the first time. Then, one day, his first love, Claire Matthews, came back to the city. That night at dinner, Daniel, who was always cold and distant, finally smiled. He even reached across the table and placed a piece of meat on Noah’s plate. Noah beamed all evening, clutching onto that tiny gesture like it was a treasure. Just before bed, he whispered to me, "Mom, do you think he likes me now… even just a little?" I wrapped him in my arms, tears blurring my vision as I gently shook my head. "No, sweetheart. It’s because the woman he truly loves is back. It’s time for us to go."

My roommates booked a New Year's Eve light show table—five hundred per person—and started urging me in the group chat to transfer the money. I quietly sent a screenshot of my account balance. "You guys go ahead," I wrote. "I haven't even scraped together my tuition yet." They replied with a string of mocking "haha"s. Our dorm leader, Giselle Murdoch, even posted on her social media with the caption: [The first step to crossing class boundaries is distancing yourself from people who kill the mood.] Just after midnight, they sent me a photo from the light show and said, "Too bad you're not here." I frowned, confused, when my counselor's call cut in—her voice tight with urgency. "Did you invite your roommates to the light show? The organizers said they never even checked in! They're missing!"

I spent three hundred dollars on a brand-new phone for my mother, only for her to start saying that the smartphone was stealing her money and that I had personally siphoned off her bank balance. I could never win the argument. So I offered to just reimburse whatever “loss” she imagined. She got even more unhappy. She slapped a stack of receipts on the table and demanded I pay up. “Where did you buy this piece of junk? It’s a ticking time bomb. Give me my money back!” Most of the receipts were for men’s sneakers and athletic wear; the rest were household basics like brooms and hangers. I felt a wave of suffocating frustration. Since when was shopping free? Why was I expected to pay for her? I bought her a new phone, and I just became the ATM? “Fine. If you hate it that much, I’m taking it back to the store.” But she would not let go.

I just woke up one day with a handsome vampire by my side, offering me a contract marriage. I knew it was like being courted by the devil, yet like a foolish lamb who laid herself on the sacrificial table, I reached for his hand, not knowing that it would consume my reckless heart. Eve was caught in a fight between vampires and werewolves after her vampire boyfriend left her. With her family and friends killed by an unknown vampire group, she is left with no choice but to ask for Landon's help, the vampire lord who saved her for his personal interest. Landon was a scheming man who holds many dark secrets, a devil who won't hesitate to consume the souls of his victims. He wants to play with Eve, to consume her little by little, but when his dead heart starts to feel warmth for the first time, he realized he found someone he is willing to burn a whole city for.