Novel & Cerita The Rain Netflix

My husband, a regiment commander, once promised me he'd only accompany his depressed first love ninety-nine times. But when I finally reached that ninety-ninth tally, I saw the two of them locked in a tight embrace. After that, I stopped crying and begging him not to go to her. I only asked him for a safety locket—a small blessing for our soon-to-be-born child. At the mention of the baby, his expression softened. "When I get back," he said gently, "I'll go with you to the hospital for the checkup." I nodded obediently. I didn't tell him that ten days earlier, I had already filed for divorce. Now, our divorce was final.

At the year-end company meeting, I was announcing the bonuses when a new employee suddenly raised her hand. "Over at the other company, they handed out two boxes of imported cherries at their annual party," she said, shaking her phone. "And we only get performance bonuses?" The video, maliciously edited, went viral online and hit the trending list the very next day. I had the finance department cancel all the year-end bonus transfers. "If cherries are what really count as a gesture of goodwill," I said, "then this year's year-end benefit will be cherries—fifty boxes per person." When they saw the mountain of cherries piling up before them, the employees who had once joined in mocking me panicked instantly. One by one, they cried and apologized, begging me to reconsider.

My husband, Dominic Moore, insists on having his first love, Irene Cobb, at our wedding ceremony. Just when it's time for the bride to enter the hall, he suddenly asks for the ceremony to be paused for three minutes. Then, he gets off stage and pulls Irene, dressed in a white gown, out of the crowd. Right in front of all the guests, he takes her by the hand and walks her down the aisle, saying, "I promised Irene I'd walk her down the aisle someday." The tearful Irene throws herself into Dominic's arms before saying to my in-laws, "Mom, Dad. Although I won't get to be your daughter-in-law, I still want to address you as Mom and Dad just once." She turns back to Dominic and kisses him passionately. The guests exclaim in shock and whisper among themselves, eager to revel in my humiliation. However, I simply open the doors with a smile. I take off my veil and place it on Irene's head. "Why do you say you won't get to be their daughter-in-law? Since you like this cheating scumbag so much, I'll give him to you."

My husband has stepped out on me countless times, but he refused to divorce me. Meanwhile, his family called me a disgraceful tramp. Five years ago was the first time I asked for a divorce. Terrence Fulton did not say anything. He locked me up in the villa for a whole month instead. After that month, I found out that I was pregnant. Three years after that, I asked for a divorce for a second time. That very night, Terrence returned to his family home at Fulton Manor. After that, I was allowed to see my son only once a week. Today was my third attempt to get a divorce, and I could finally leave. I discovered that my son did not love me and that my marriage to Terrence had been fake all along. I was just like one of the women he messed around with.

I had been secretly married to my CEO husband for six years, but he still would not let our son call him “Dad.” After he missed our son’s birthday again because of his secretary, I took out the divorce agreement and left with our son for good. The usually calm man lost control and stormed into the office to demand where we were. This time, neither my son nor I would come back.

***** "As long as you can make him pay." I bravely said between my cries. A playful grin appeared on his lips, amused by my pain. He was the devil, but I didn't care. It was a risk I was ready to take. "Anything, including giving yourself to the devil." He chirped That should have been a warning telling me to turn back, but instead, I nodded at him. "Only a devil can handle another devil." His grin grew wider, a laugh escaping his lips. Those evil lips parted, and each word left me more dumbfounded: "For starters, strip right here and now." My mouth fell agape taken back by his request. It was beyond my expectations; I was still lost in a dilemma when the devil spoke again. "I don't have all day, Mrs Romanov." He urged me. ****** A lady's best day was meant to be her wedding day, but that was not the case for Adelina, a Mafia princess. Adelina's dreams were shattered when her newly wedded husband ruthlessly betrayed her family on her wedding day. Pushed by revenge and the desperate need to escape her husband, Adelina persistently sought out the help of Mikhail, a business tycoon shrouded with mysteries unknown to her the secrets he carries. But why would Mikhail, the Lycan King, want to help his brother's wife seek her revenge despite the rivalry between the brothers and the fact Adelina is his fated mate? She will always be a weak human to him. What will be the fate between Adelina and Mikhail as they try to navigate this unwanted bond between them? Why don't you check this intriguing story that blurs the line between hate and love as Adelina and Mikhail's relationship becomes increasingly complicated with each step as mysteries are unravelled?

Alora After surviving an abusive childhood and aging out of the foster system, Alora learned to rely on no one but herself. She’s finally built a quiet, stable life—working the overnight shift at a 24-hour diner, keeping her head down, staying invisible. Until everything changes. When her car won’t start outside her apartment, she’s forced to cut through a dark park to make her shift. She expects inconvenience—not violence. Not teeth. Not the kind of attack that leaves her broken… and remade. She wakes in a cage, disoriented and terrified, only to discover the truth: she’s been turned into something she never believed in. She has a wolf now. Worse—she’s something the werewolf world isn’t supposed to have. A female alpha. Rescued from the pack that abducted and changed her, Alora barely has time to process what she’s become before another complication crashes into her life—her mate. Killian. Powerful. Dominant. Unyielding. He expects her to accept the bond. To claim—and be claimed. Alora refuses. She didn’t choose this life, this power, or this world. And she won’t choose a man who thinks he can decide her future for her. But Killian isn’t used to hearing “no.” And he’s not going anywhere.

After getting back together with Peter Palmer, I stopped caring about where he went or what he did. He spent all our savings on Julia Sharp, and I didn’t even bother asking why. Maybe he realized something, because before leaving me once again to be with her, he said, “Julia’s leaving to live abroad tomorrow. She won’t be coming back. Once she’s gone, we’ll get married.” I gave a casual reply. After all, I was leaving too.

She was his mate. But what’s the point of fate… if the Alpha doesn’t choose you? Bella stayed. She waited. She loved him quietly, hoping one day Ethan would finally see her. He didn’t. Not when she needed him. Not when she was breaking. Not even when she was carrying his child. And when he finally realized what she meant to him… It was too late. Because by then, Bella was already gone and he had lost everything he never knew he had.

Seven months to live. A fortune worth killing for. And one mistake that binds her to the most dangerous man she’s ever met. Freya Taylor was dying when she gave her heart, and nearly her empire, to the man she loved. Betrayed, humiliated, and discarded, she decided to spend what little time she had left tasting freedom… and sin. One reckless night. One paid stranger. One unforgettable surrender leads right into the trap of Atlas Cade. A Cold, powerful, untouchable billionaire who doesn’t chase. When Freya runs, Atlas hunts and when he catches her, he gives her an ultimatum. Three months with him or her father's empire vanishes into thin air.