The Life She Wanted Novels & Stories

She wanted her earlier peaceful life in which she had everything, a lovely family, a life full of dreams, her happiness but the vile man took everything away from her. ********************************************************************************************

No one even knew who she was at first. "An immoral woman who had a child out of wedlock." "A mentally unstable drunk driver." "If you're sick, get treatment. If you can't be cured, then just die!" Quentin's words cut deep, each one like a knife to my heart. The person Quentin tore apart with his harshest words and judged with the most hatred was me—the woman he'd loved for five years—and our three-year-old Ruby. Quentin loved kids. That was exactly why, when I found out I was pregnant, I told him right away and decided to have Ruby, even though the pressure was overwhelming.

Let me carry this burden for you, okay? "You're a woman—no matter how strong or successful you are, you'll eventually return to the family. You've always loved kids, haven't you, Brina? Maybe this is our chance to have a baby. "You wouldn't have to work anymore. I'll take care of both of you. How does that sound?" Henry suddenly realized something after hearing what Joanna said, his face twisting in disgust.

Her expression remained ambiguous. For a moment, Liya's heart pounded rapidly and she flushed scarlet. She had to become Hansen's wife. She wanted nothing more than to lead a decent life. It was her dream to be able to spend extravagantly and buy everything that she wanted. She wished to become wealthy. Growing up, she had always struggled to make ends meet and she did not wish to spend her life in poverty again. Of course, she was not going to be used by Zoella. She would not be her pawn and she would not sacrifice herself for her revenge.

She pushed her chest forward, rolling her eyes at me. "But I will do it again." She shrugged. "You were living the life I have always wanted to live since I knew what it meant to be a woman. You were waking up in a mansion with staff surrounding you as a housewife, going for shopping sprees sponsored by your handsome husband, driving multiple expensive cars that I have always wanted..." she trailed off, a dreamy look on her face.

She didn't know what to do anymore. She walked back to the bed and sat on it, numb and blank. Her life has been a lie itself. She didn't know whom to believe. Whom to blame and whom to punish! She just wanted peace around her. She just wanted to sleep so that when she would open her eyes, it would turn into a nightmare. She wanted it to be a bad dream. She wanted to see her father alive, she wanted Her Viso like before, she wanted the story of her life to be happy ever after. But it was not.

"I saw you, you know. When he was trapped in the wreckage of his car, you were speeding off with your precious lover. What's with the passionate act now? Don't you think you're utterly disgusting, Sylvia?" "Cut off his tongue." Sylvia's hands curled into tight fists, the joints creaking at the force. Behind her deceptively calm gaze, a storm of madness brewed. This was her true self. She wasn't a district attorney who still couldn't let go of her dead husband, despite him being dead for over five years; she was a cold-blooded mafia queen who had blood all over her hands. Wilson practically fled out of the basement, stumbling over his own feet in his haste. Making a mad dash upstairs, he bega

And because I killed our child in the last life, I'm suffering retribution in this life. "Yvette, if… if we could live another life, and I treated you well in that life, would you forgive me?" Looking straight into his expectant eyes, I mercilessly shattered his hope. "No. We'll never have another chance to start over." He wanted to start over, which was why he wanted me to die with him. He said he didn't want to be selfish, but every word and action reeked of selfishness. "Francis, you only think of me now because Heidi left you. A person who is inherently selfish can never find happiness, no matter how many times they start over," I replied.

"Eleanor, you don't need to apologize. She's not worth it." "It's kind of you to show sympathy, but with her background? She's nowhere near Felix's league. Even if you hadn't stepped in, he'd never have chosen someone like her." "Exactly. She grew up in the slums. Her parents didn't even have proper jobs. I still remember—her mother was sick all the time, and her father was a gambling addict drowning in debt. He almost sold her off back then." "With a background like that, it's shameful."

Even as I withered, I still bore traces of him. "Ives, don't do this." Rhianne was visibly flustered. Born a pauper, she had never in a million years imagined someone like him entering her life. But fate had been kind to her. Ivor was drawn to her, and Jeffrey pitied her. Her rightful identity as the Shaw family's true daughter propelled her from the bottom to the top. In the process, I was stripped of everything I had. There was no doubt that she was lucky but also deeply unfortunate.