Novel & Cerita The Life She Wanted

Damn, after all she'd been through the last few months, she was incapable of completely trusting another person. And that was the worst part of all. She would have to be a loner for the rest of her life. All she had ever wanted was a normal life—a husband, children, good job, a nice house in a nice neighborhood, maybe a white picket fence. Just a normal life, dammit. And it would never happen. The Germans might not have killed her like they did Natalie, but they had still managed to steal her life.

So you get the picture, I just hate my life. She always sought the best things in life: a massive house, expensive designer clothes, and paradise beach vacations. That’s all she ever wanted. It actually made her extremely happy. And as a child, completely devoted to my mum, I wanted the same too as I thought this was how life should be led. I followed her like a lost puppy in every decision she ever made for me. I felt happy obeying, obliging the choices that she made for me. She remarried twice when I was a child, but as I came to discover later she was broke. To top it all, every single dollar supposed to be saved for my education was spent on maintaining her pretentious life.

Nothing could be allowed to stop that. Not my mother. Not Tasha. No one. I would be, for three more years, the perfect contract wife. The dinners. The cameras. The board meetings. I would grow larger slowly, the way women do, and I would make the math work by giving Fabiola no reason to question it and Alvin no reason to look. A wife living in her husband's penthouse for three years. A marriage that appeared, to all the right eyes, to be the real thing.

Her life is just an endless circle, and she feels like she's living like a ghost. She wanted to have a family that she can call her own. She wanted to be a wife to a hardworking, rich, kind and loyal husband, and she wants to be a mother of twins. She wants to live in a big mansion and live her life to the fullest without worrying anything about money. She wants to be beautiful, rich and famous. Lara will do anything and everything just to be in Amanda's shoes even just for one day... =============================== AMANDA MONTSERRAT

Hence, I asked the woman kindly, "Did the HR department not pay you the compensation for firing you according to your employment contract?" The woman could only stammer in response. Tears began flowing down her cheeks at that moment. Soon, she was crying so hard that she could barely breathe. Amidst her sobs, she made sure to shout at me in a cutesy voice, "So what if you're rich?" With that, she ran away once again. I finally understood what was going on. That woman was another one of my many crazed admirers. She was purely acting out of the ordinary just to attract my attention.

She wanted to see me and make up for the things she'd done. Yet my heart had long been ripped apart by her attitude and Jordan's behavior. Nothing could put it back together. Their love had come too late. All I could do was hope that Ruth would be happy and healthy. That would be enough for me to consider my life complete.

Josephine was not sure if she had done the right thing. But her child's life was on the line. She had her back against the door, and her heart was beginning to race. Again and again, she told herself it was only a transfusion. She tried to convince herself that once I regained my memories, I would forgive her. She tried to convince herself that once I regained my memories, I would forgive her. Every trace of light in them had gone out, leaving behind only a lifeless wasteland.

Her eyes weren't soft anymore; they were cold, sharp, and filled with a weird kind of resentment that made the hair on my arms stand up. "Nice house," she said. The honey was gone from her voice. Now, it sounded like a threat. "Nice parents. Nice little life you’ve got here, Christa." "Excuse me?" I asked, taken aback. "Is something wrong?" She took a step closer to me, her dark eyes locking onto mine. "Nothing is wrong. In fact, everything is about to be exactly the way it should be." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You’ve had all the luck for seventeen years, haven't you? The grades, the friends, the perfect little pedestal. Enjoy it while it lasts, 'Star.' Because I don't

She only told her that Noah would come back, which was why Mom had been waiting for him so eagerly. Grandma knew that the medium's secret methods were fake from the very beginning. There was never a child who managed to exchange lives on the east side of the village to begin with. The idea of trading lives had always been nonsense, and she had never believed in it. But when Mom became fixated on getting Noah back, she still told her a white lie to comfort her. Then, I fell off the cliff. When the doctors said that there was no hope, Grandma decided to place her hope on something she never believed in.

Her smile went stiff. "What I don't want?" She repeated it almost to herself, quiet, and then her eyes cut back to me. "If it weren't for me, you think you'd have any of this? If it weren't for me, you'd still be nobody — some girl who spent twenty years in the middle of nowhere, and that's exactly where you'd have stayed." I was aware of every set of eyes still on me. The discomfort was unbearable. "I'm not trying to fight with you. Just give me the card."