The Eight

On the way to get our marriage certificate for the twentieth time, Rolf Trivett regretted it once again. In eight years, this was our twentieth attempt to get the certificate. But every time we reached City Hall, he would always say he needed time to care for his seriously ill childhood friend and couldn't promise to marry me. This time, I couldn't take it anymore and asked him, "If she’s never going to get better, does that mean you’ll never marry me? What am I to you?" Rolf immediately lost his temper and yelled at me, "I've already promised to take care of her for life. Can you stop being so selfish? "Besides, we've been together for eight years. What difference does it make if we don't get this certificate?"

On the night she thought her forever would begin, Evelyn dressed like a bride without a ring–hopeful, steady, certain that eight years of love would finally be sealed with a promise. Instead, she was handed a check. Eight years reduced to a transaction. Six abortions buried beneath a man who now claims he “deserves better.” And just when she thinks humiliation cannot go deeper, before she can even process the betrayal, he invites her to his wedding. In two days. Broken but not destroyed, Evelyn disappeared from the world quietly. But not to heal. To watch. To learn. To rebuild. Because the most dangerous thing Jason ever did was not just leaving her.. It was teaching her how disposable she was. Now, Evelyn is about to return the lesson. Not with tears. Not with pleas. But with a quiet, calculated revenge that will make a powerful man wish he had not let her go.

When Matthew Sinclair accused me of selling company secrets, I expected my girlfriend to stand by me. Instead, Selena Oxford told me to apologize. To the man who framed me. That was the moment I understood that trust was not something you pleaded for. You either had it, or you did not. I resigned the same day, cut every tie, left a ring on the table that she would never wear, and walked out of her life without looking back. I believed we would never cross paths again. Eight years later, at a black-tie banquet, Selena spotted me across the crowd. I was dancing with another woman, moving through the room as if I belonged there. In front of everyone, now known as a corporate powerhouse, she met my gaze with red-rimmed eyes and asked, "Was it for her? Is that why you left me eight years ago?"

"You don't simply stop playing a game. Especially when it's mine; you either win. Or loose." Vasili had told her this eight years ago, and eight years later she'd said, "Wrong. Allow me to introduce you to the word 'draw'." *** Emily Moralez was certain the universe was determined to screw her over. She's been caught in a crossfire between two rivaling syndicates, her father's made arrangements for her to get married to a don twice her age--despite knowing she has a boyfriend. And said boyfriend cheated on her the day before their engagement. And it gets worse. Vasili Romanov. The name was feared, revered, respected: hated. Emily knew where she fell. In the percentage that hated him. Vasili Romanov was back for her family. Back to destroy it, her, and everything she held dear with a vengeance that burned as hot as the passion he ignited in her.

What do twelve years of captivity make of one? What lines behind the new Laurel Brown?Laurel Brown was only eight when she was snatched.Twelve years passed and the Browns had long moved on when Laurel Brown returns with the truth as well as secrets.

Lyra’s POV: “I don’t like her the way you think I do.” If you hear the love of your life tell this to another person, what will you do? Well, I left for eight years and returned with my fiancé. The last thing I would ever do is to sneak around with an Alpha who does not love me. Kade’s POV: “I don’t like her the way you think I do.” This was what I told her brother. I had to. I made a promise to stay away from his sister. My biggest mistake, because I would always choose Lyra over anybody. I won’t choose even myself over Lyra. I don’t know how to not love and want her. Eight years later and staying away still feels like driving a sword through my chest.

“They’re mine, aren’t they?” Valerian’s voice was a low, breathless murmur, each word heavy with a truth he’d been fighting to deny. “You’re the omega I was with that night eight years ago. Which means… there’s a strong possibility those twins are my children.” Billionaire Alpha, Valerian Rutherson rules his empire, but his fiery secretary, Luna Hart, rules him. He can't deny her loyalty, or the spark that ignites between them, even as she challenges his every move. But their simmering tension explodes when Valerian discovers Luna's secret: she's the woman he marked eight years ago, the mother of his twins. Now, he's determined to claim his family. But Luna is bound by a promise to Valerian's father, a vow that forbids her from ever becoming the Alpha's mate. Will Valerian break down the walls around Luna's heart and convince her to defy fate, or will their past and her promise keep them apart forever?

Nine students were invited to the mansion of the famous Artist Gregorio Santillan. But, the students were unaware of the danger that awaits them. What do Alyssa's dreams mean? Is that a warning or it just a dream? How Alyssa can save the eight students from the curse of every painting they sign if she is also a prisoner of the cursed painting?

He's a law student who happened to be part of Bella Amore past life because of such false accusation. It took them eight years to meet again and now, Kashmiere Geyser Alcantara is a professional lawyer. Bella Amore's life is in danger and she needed someone like him to protect her at all cost because she's totally a troublemaker.

In my third month of employment, I realized that my colleagues were calling me an old geezer behind my back. This nickname came from Wanda Stewart’s arrogant and ambitious assistant. I had hit the age of 32, but was still clinging onto the last vestiges of hope of marriage after eight long years of our relationship. I asked Wanda, “Do you know that your subordinates call me an old geezer?” She said without batting an eyelid, “That’s just the way Samuel is. He’s just a straight-talker and he’s just kidding. You’re already 32, are you seriously fussing about this?” She then chuckled, “You two are really alike.” My heart turned cold. Turns out that eight years of my youth were nothing but a joke to her. I turned to leave, resigning from my post and blocking her. Yet, the woman who was always so calm and cool started panicking. “Jansen Graham, please come back to me.”