Novel & Cerita The Zookeeper's Wife Novel

"Mom, how could you agree to this marriage? The eldest daughter of the Scott family is paralyzed. She's still in a wheelchair! You're Jon's mother. How can you just watch him jump into a pit of fire like this?" The moment she finished speaking, Mrs. Cole let out a cold laugh on the other end of the line. "Wendy Scott only pretends to use a wheelchair to keep troublesome men away from her. The paralysis was nothing more than a rumor. "You don't need to worry about her. "Candice, I know you've always hated me for drugging you back then and forcing you to marry Jon. Isn't this exactly what you wanted?" Candice hurriedly shook her head and gripped her phone tightly.

After being together for a year and experiencing every conceivable scenario, Sean had lost interest in me. The villa halfway up the mountain, covering nearly five hundred square meters, was the place Sean assigned for me to live — all his lovers lived here, but I couldn't be sure where I stood in the order. Just the thought of bidding farewell to this grand mansion in another half-month filled me with sadness. It was close to midnight when the maid woke me up, saying that Sean had arrived. Naturally, I had to attend to him. Our profession wasn't as straightforward as it might seem; it wasn't just about lying down with our eyes closed and wearing a seductive smile.

The trauma she endured resurfaces, engulfing her in a whirlwind of discomfort and distress. ‘But know this, I am the woman of the house. I won’t let this marriage happen. If you try to go against me, Nora…trust me, I will make your life a living hell -” The juxtaposition of her current situation and the echoes of her past adds an additional layer of unease. The memories of being taken against her will intensify her discomfort, triggering a heightened sense of vulnerability and fear. The scars of her past experiences resurface, causing her to question her safety and well-being in the present moment.

"Oh, shut up. Since when did your opinion matter? I am already good at algorithm during those times that you still cry for a pacifier." I passed through her and headed to the stairs. The sound of my stilletos every time they kiss the floor echo inside this oceanic mansion. I'm still in the midst of the staircase when a familiar, annoying sound suddenly came to my senses —the arrival of my father and his new wife. Uh, the title 'new wife' does not even suit her. 'Trash' sounds better for her. When the sound of the car stopped at the garage, I immediately ran through my room. I put all my baggage beside my king-sized bed. I jumped onto it, my body bounced due to my foamy mattress. What a feeli

In the orange glow of the approaching flames, she tried to twist it off, but her fingers were too swollen from the pregnancy. She was literally trapped by the symbol of his family’s "respectability" while the man himself left her to burn. For a suspended second, no sound but the low roar was growing beneath the floor. She stared at her screen as it dimmed in her shaking hand. He had chosen. Not just between two women. Between truth and assumption. Between his child and his pride. Orange light flickered beneath the crack of her door. The heat followed. It moved fast. Faster than her mind could catch up with it. The air shifted from thick to suffocating. The smoke poured in, black and merciles

I flipped through them quickly. One envelope caught my eye. It was addressed to my aunt, postmarked years ago. I opened it with shaking fingers. Inside was a single sheet of paper. A note in my aunt’s handwriting. “They watch everything. They always know. If you read this, run. Don’t let them keep you. The family doesn’t let wives leave. They…” The note cut off mid-sentence. My breath caught. I kept searching, sweat dripping down my back. “Yh, I am definitely ending up in jail,” I muttered again, voice barely audible. “Breaking into my uncle’s house, going through his dead wife’s things. Perfect plan.”

But now, her voice drifted through the garden like a winter wind- steady, measured, and utterly devoid of warmth. “I, Rose Zhou, vow to love you… to honor you… to cherish you… in sickness and in health… for as long as we both shall live.” The garden was so quiet, even the petals seemed to freeze. Her stiff, painted-on smile made Duke flinch like she’d slapped him again. The priest, terrified the ceremony would unravel entirely, rushed forward. “I-I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the-”

"It's like killing two birds with a stone." "What are you doing?" Rodriguez heard his wife question. He trembled a bit, caught unaware. What was she even doing here, he mumbled. His wife approaches him seeing how jelly he became. "Are you alright", She asked. "I am." He replied, placing the gun back into the drawer. He turned to face her, in hopes that she would stop her incessant questioning. "What are you doing here?" His wife sent him a puzzled look, "What am I doing in our bedroom? Rod, Are you sure you're ok?"

“Haven't you done enough damage already?” Zander nodded slowly, his face somber. He had no choice now but to tell me the truth. And I had no choice but to listen. “He has my wife,” his voice cracked, sadness evident in his tone. What the…? This was crazier than I thought. Everyone and I had been made to believe all this while that Zander’s wife, Rosa, was dead. I was speechless; I just couldn't find the right words to say. “And now, he's going to kill her because everything he had planned has fallen apart.”

For years, Quiana Sutton has lived in a marriage where she is a wife in name only. Zack Hunter never hides where his heart belongs. It belonged to Cameron Sutton, Quiana's younger sister—the woman he has loved, remembered, and waited for all these years. Quiana knows she can never compete with a love that began long before her marriage to Zack. Still, she stays. She loves him too much to walk away, even when every cold glance and every cruel word reminds her that she was never the woman he wanted. Until Cameron comes back. With the woman Zack has always loved suddenly standing before him again, Quiana finally realizes that there is nothing left for her to hold on to. So she lets him go.