Thirty Something Series Novels & Stories

"Be good. I've already arranged for you to join the project department at Sullivan Group. Other than marriage, I can give you anything. If you want children, I can give you that too. But don't cross my bottom line." Outside, I sat in my car gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tears fell without warning, one after another. The dark screen reflected my pale face. The argument inside had long since ended. All that remained were their whispered sweet nothings. I took a deep breath. Then I accepted the study abroad offer to Ardenia. In my previous life, I gave it up for her. In this life, she wasn't worth it anymore.

I almost snapped, but I endured, holding Lila’s hand as we strode. ' I heard the CEO doesn't love her.. I can't blame him, though. ' Another voice, another laughter, a sweet hell. Lila didn't seem to hear. She was enjoying a bowl of hot chocolate, her eyes darting around curiously. ' It's true. The CEO loves Miss Camille..Neria is the third party here.' Another jab, and I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, gulped the contents, too fast, too quickly, just to maintain my composure.

Today was supposed to be our third wedding anniversary. But we had never once celebrated it. Not even enough for me to remember it. I let out a long breath and finally replied to my friend. “He doesn’t need to file for a divorce. We never got our marriage license.” “What? You’ve been married three years, and Kit never made it official?” Her shock nearly blew out my eardrum through the speaker. Yes. The wedding was three years ago, and he had called off registering our marriage seventeen times.

Ayden couldn't stand her causing a scene in the company anymore. One time, during an argument at the company, she fell and lost the baby. Leticia cried day and night. Ayden gave her some money. Was this what he called handling Leticia well? After a long time, I found spending time with Gary very enjoyable. He proposed to me, and his parents didn't mind that I had been divorced. The middle-aged man across from the phone spoke with a rising tone. During this period, my phone would always receive calls from Burville, but when I answered, there would be no response.

The messages were filthy. Linda Carver: "@everyone, what do you reckon the woman who just moved into the 6th floor does for a living? I’ve lived for over fifty years. I know how to read people. What decent young woman lives alone in a place that expensive? You all know what that means." "Now that you say it… Yeah, that’s suspicious. Where would such a young girl get that kind of money?" "Those kinds of gigs out there pay fast." "Don’t let her ruin the atmosphere of this place."

“No exceptions. No excuses. And no ending it early.” The room becomes still. Not in a big way. But enough. Thirty days. It’s longer than a joke. Long enough to be a problem. Long enough to matter. “And if I refuse?” I ask. Adrian’s eyes meet mine, steady and unbothered. “You won’t.” He’s right. Refusing would be… unnecessary. This isn’t a situation that needs avoiding. It’s a small problem. Easy to handle and temporary. Thirty days is not much in the grand scheme of things. And relationships— are not important.

Working three jobs just to survive. And her asshole ex-fiancé had used her, cheated on her, thrown her away. "Keep going," I said quietly. "Bank account is... essentially empty." Marcus scrolled further. "Lots of credits to a David Chen. Who is..." More scrolling. "Her fiancé. Or was. He's now listed as in a relationship with Vivienne Laurent on social media as of last night." Of course he was. The pieces fell into place—Elena working herself to death for her boyfriend who traded her up for a billionaire's daughter.

"And you get to find out why the 'Ice-King' was always meant to burn." As Chapter 151 closes, the "30-Day-Debt" has been re-indexed. The "Billionaire and the Bride" are no longer playing a game of "Mergers and Acquisitions." They are playing for the "Continuity of the Soul." ---

"Oh, you don't have to bother about that. Trust me, nobody is looking at this face." Soon, they started eating. Nobody spoke a word until mid-way when one of his half-sisters, Sharon, raised her voice. "So, Asher's third wife," She began in a mocking tone with a scorned expression. "What is your name?" "My name is Rylie." She replied perfunctorily. "Welcome to the family, Rylie." Sharon smiled.

2 degrees Fahrenheit. I fumbled for my phone, intending to call for an ambulance. As it powered on, a deluge of messages poured in, all from Henry, reaching out from an unknown number, each text more anxious than the last, asking for my whereabouts. [Selena, why'd you block me? Why's your phone off?] [Wren mentioned you're overseas, is that for real? Did you really forget today was supposed to be our second 'I do'?] [Is it because of that mess with Melanie you're upset? It's all lies, babe. Can't we just cool off?]