The Apartment We Won't Share

“Alexa, you provoked me, don't blame me for being impolite!”He growled, his voice hoarse and somewhat restrained.  I am doomed. What courage possessed me to mess with this demon in front of me?  “Mr Morgan, pls stop it!” I yelled and swung my hands to slap him. He held her wrist and smirked.  “What? Don't want to? You should have thought of that when you decided to seduce me!” My eyes popped at his words and opened my mouth to explain, but he slammed his lips onto mine, pinning me onto the bed, his body pressing onto me. Marriage wasn't something I wanted to do, I only wanted to eat, enjoy life and make money. Until I met Daniel, he made me believe in love and we got married only for him to cheat on me two years later with his secretary. I asked for a divorce but he refused and started to abuse me. After finally getting a divorce and going to a different city, I met Morgan Wright—the man who makes all the girls swoon but never gives them any attention. But he's in for a challenge, he'll give me his full attention! Alexa Jones.  *** Morgan Wright 41 years, a CEO of the biggest Company in Gold Ivory city and a feared mafia Lord known as Draco. He has a phobia about women. Draco meets Alexa, who is determined to bring him down, but she soon realizes she messed with the wrong man.

Melannie couldn't remember the last time she felt something. While Ace remembers every sting and ache. Both of their chaotic worlds collide and through every moment they share, one starts to feel and the other starts to heal. The only thing standing in between is that it's a cycle of pain, and no one knows how to get out.

On the day of Lucas' engagement, he managed to get a few lackeys to keep me occupied, and by the time I stepped out the police station, done with questioning, it was already dark outside. Arriving home, I stood there on the doorstep and eavesdropped on Lucas and his friends talking about me. "I was afraid she'd cause trouble, so I got her to spend the whole day at the police station. I made sure that everything would be set in stone by the time she got out." Shaking my head with a bitter laugh, I blocked all of Lucas' contacts and went overseas without any hesitation. That night, Lucas lost all his composure, kicking over a table and smashing a bottle of liquor, sending glass shards flying all over the floor. "She's just throwing a tantrum because she's jealous… She'll come back once she gets over it…" What he didn't realize, then, was that this wasn't just a fit of anger or a petty tantrum. This time, I truly didn't want him anymore.

When Adrian and I broke up, he knelt outside my door all night. When I finally agreed to get back together, he lit a bonfire in the main hall, invited the elders to witness it, and swore I would become his Luna. Then, right at the finish line of a racetrack, he hauled a trembling, sobbing blonde girl out of the “trophy,” draped his jacket over her shoulders, and turned gentle like he’d become a different man. He looked back at me and said, “Ann, don’t make a scene. She ended up like this because of us.” The next day, he said I should atone by pack law, kneel inside a vow circle drawn with salt and silver powder, and endure my wolf soul’s backlash under the moonlight. Later, he threw me into the basement she used to live in, forced me to survive the way she did, forced me to lower my head and apologize. What he didn’t know was that there was a little pup in my belly. And I wasn’t going to tell him. I’d wait until he was most off guard, slide the divorce papers in front of him, let him sign them with his own hand, then vanish cleanly and absolutely, with my child.

“If I grieve twice for the same kind of pain, it will be like a slap in the face.” But this betrayal was different. The first one was by her father, but the second one was from the man who promised her heavens and earth, swearing she would be his Luna. Alpha Kyle lured her into sacrificing half her life-span, only for her to realize that he’d only used her to save his mate. Without remorse, Without pity, Kyle stared her straight in the eyes and landed a brutal rejection that caused her to lose her wolf. She would have died if the goddess hadn't granted her a second chance. And she wouldn't waste a minute of this opportunity to bring him down to his knees, crawling and begging for her forgiveness. Aria would make him pay even if it meant striking a deal with her nemesis, Alpha Draco, the mysterious and powerful Alpha of the DarkMoon Pack.

When he kissed her on his stage he loved it. T him she was an angel and she felt right in his arms. Little did he know whose daughter he was messing with and before he did, it was too late for any saving. Now that he blames her for his misfortune, she must pay no what what the cost is and he will stop at nothing till she does. Worse now that they live under the same roof or rather yet, same room. Will his thirsty for revenge cloud his judgement or will love conquer everything?

My wife, Lindsey Kelsey, suffers from an aversion to intimacy. For ten years of marriage, she pushed me away again and again. Then, on our anniversary, she abandoned me and, in front of the crowd, kissed another man with reckless passion before the two of them walked hand in hand into a luxury hotel. Afterward, Lindsey brazenly declared that a real man should be magnanimous, not petty. Magnanimous? Then I wish them both eternal bliss—may they be bound so tightly they can never break free from one another. Later, I handed Lindsey the divorce papers with a blank expression. I was determined to walk away from her. But Lindsey went mad when she realized she couldn't find me anymore.

The Adoration and lust that intially marks the love between the two, drifts a sudden deviation in destiny. However the fate brings them together in the laters where the couple work to build a better relationship. The novel explores on how It's truly devastating that we yearn for something, only when its no where near us.

My billionaire husband suffered from chronic insomnia for years. Only the sleep balm I made could help him sleep. On the night of our seventh wedding anniversary, his childhood sweetheart poured a basin of scalding water over the old camphor tree in our garden. I wept and tried to save the tree as she apologized, “I didn’t know you used its leaves to make the sleep balm.” My husband gently comforted her and ordered his men to tie me to the tree trunk instead. “What a precious tree. You’ll spend the rest of your days with it!” With my wrist fractured as a result, I filed for divorce immediately. A month later, my husband was unable to sleep late one night. He stood in the garden and stared at the withered camphor tree.

Running late for work, I had no choice but to call an Uber. As luck would have it, my boss turned out to be my Uber driver. We stared at each other awkwardly. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Let me guess... running late?" Me: ... Later, he docked my pay. I gave him a one-star review.