Thoughts Words

Everyone said I was Domenico Calvetti's most obedient woman. On our first wedding anniversary, he flirted with a pair of twins at the gambling table. He had lipstick smeared all over his shirt. I smiled and wiped it away with a silk handkerchief, but he swatted my hand aside. "Don't kill the mood." In the third year, the star performer from the club he ran showed up at my door with a gun pressed to my temple, demanding to take my place. Without flinching, I disarmed her using the technique he taught me and disposed of the body myself. Behind me, he held his new lover and laughed softly. "Lucia, you always know what to do." In the fifth year, he blew up the library my father left behind just to make his new flame, Marilena Rossetti, smile. That library was my mother's favorite spot when she was alive, and it held the only photographs of our family of three. The explosion made me the laughingstock of the city. People whispered, "Signora Calvetti can't even protect her own memories." Everyone believed I could never leave the Calvetti family or Domenico, but they forgot how this all started. Back then, he rescued me from my adoptive father and fell in love with me at first sight. He knelt and begged to marry me, swearing he would protect me from blood and pain for the rest of my life. For ten years, I held onto those empty words. At our tenth anniversary party, his hundredth mistress arrived. Alice Russo, fresh out of college, held a glass of red wine and poured it down my gown while Domenico watched. "Signora Calvetti, this dress is so old. Given your position, you should be wearing something better." Everyone at the party waited to see my humiliation. Instead, I lowered my eyes and dialed Domenico's father's number. "Father, the ten-year agreement is over. I won't be Signora Calvetti anymore."

When I was seven years old, my younger brother went into anaphylactic shock after sneaking a handful of peanuts. Outside the emergency room, my mother slammed my head against the wall over and over, her face twisted with rage. "If you had been watching him like you were supposed to be, this never would have happened! You should be the one with a ruptured stomach, not him!" After that, whenever my brother so much as caught a cold, my mother forced me to eat spoiled leftovers as punishment. I once prepared an elaborate feast. She flipped the entire table and made me crawl on the floor to lick it clean. When I said I wanted to study culinary arts, she poured hot oil over my hands. My father wanted to send me to vocational school to learn a trade, but my mother clutched my brother to her chest and wailed. "She destroyed her brother's health! She owes him a lifetime of service!" When I was fifteen, my brother's gluttony cost my father an important business deal. I took the blame without even being asked, and the furious client forced me to drink more than half a gallon of hard liquor. By the time I was sent home with a bleeding stomach, my father had already scolded my brother. My mother took out her anger on me instead, slapping me so hard my ears rang and my vision went dark at the edges. "You useless thing! You should’ve choked to death at that table! I get sick just looking at you!" I coughed up black blood. From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of sour candy that had gone soft and sticky. It was the only treat my mother had ever given me with a smile, back before my brother's allergic reaction. I put the candy in my mouth and swallowed it down with the taste of stomach acid. The candy was so sour it made my throat burn. Whatever came next, I just hoped I would not have to be my family’s garbage disposal again.

On Christmas, I canceled a delivery appointment for the daughter of New Hork’s richest man. Instead, I flew overnight to deliver the baby of my brother, the Mafia boss, and his fiancée. The moment I stepped into the delivery room, she was already writhing in pain. Yet she suddenly grabbed my hand and demanded to know if I was a virgin. Seeing that she was already three centimeters dilated, I assumed the pain had muddled her mind. So I casually replied that I hadn’t been one for a long time. That was when she completely lost it, kicking me hard in the stomach as she screamed, “Get out! A shameless woman like you isn’t worthy of touching my son?! “Switch to a virgin doctor right now! Don’t pass your filth onto my child! Disgusting! “And take away all those imported supplements you brought! Even dogs wouldn’t eat them!” I stared at her as she rolled around on the bed and fell into deep thought. I genuinely couldn’t understand how a woman who got pregnant before marriage and was still living off my brother got the confidence to look down on someone else for not being a virgin? Calmly, I removed my gloves and called my brother right in front of her. “Your fiancée says I’m dirty, so I won’t be delivering this baby. Let her give birth on her own. “Oh, and I’ve canceled the top-tier delivery suite I reserved for you, too. After all, I wouldn’t want them to offend her eyes.”

When I saw Vincent Carson again, he was now the formidable head of the Carson Corporation with a net worth of tens of millions. By his side was a young, promising screenwriter. Meanwhile, I dragged myself out of the basement, crippled and in a pitiful state. With a condescending tone, Vincent asked, "Three years ago, you sabotaged Irene's chance to win that award. Do you regret it now? If you wish to remain my wife, you must apologize to Irene first." At the same time, the system's voice sounded in my mind, 'Host, are you ready to go home?' I nodded silently. A look of satisfaction washed over Vincent's face as he stepped forward to embrace me. However, in the blink of an eye, I began to vanish right before his eyes. Subsequently, I heard he lost his sanity.

Does he really think so little of me? After everything I’ve done for him, for this pack, is this all I’m worth to him? Astrid’s voice breaks through my thoughts, her tone soft but firm. "You deserve better." I close my eyes, letting her words wash over me. She’s right. I do deserve better. But how do I move forward when my entire world has been centered around him? And why, after everything, do I still feel the faintest hope that he’ll come after me? Will he even care that I’ve walked away? Or is this the end of everything?

She was called Erica Johnson, an extremely beautiful young lady with blue precious eyes, she had straight blonde hairs hanging down her shoulders but her life was crippled by the thoughts of never being able to love and be loved by a man. She dreamt of having a husband and beautiful children someday but as days crept into weeks and weeks into months, she lost faith in the words "true love". The betrayals were unbearable especially from people whom she loved the most and her trust broken. Erica tagged herself unlucky and unfortunate until the very day she met a young man whom she believed would change her perception of things but when she thought things have turned out for the best, that was where the nightmare began.

“Strip!” Lucas said in an authoritative tone, and my body shivered in excitement. My eyes never leave his golden ones that shine so brightly. I wanted to tease him a little, but then this was supposed to be a lesson, and he was the teacher. “Are you having second thoughts about it?” His voice was barely audible, but I couldn't miss the tone that said, ‘You don't have the guts to do it. You are still a kid!’ With determination, I zipped down my gown and pulled it at a go. “No, I'm not having second thoughts,” I murmured, and then before he could utter his next words, I pulled him by his tie and kissed him on the lips as hungrily as I could ever be. “Easy, little one, let me show you what satisfaction means.” ~~~ When Abigail's father sends Abigail to intern at his best friend's company, he expects Lucas to keep a watchful eye on her while he is away. But as they spend more time together, Lucas finds himself drawn to Abigail's captivating character and vibrant spirit. Torn between his promise to his best friend and his growing desires, Lucas must decide whether he will fight his feelings or destroy the relationship between him and his best friend.

After masking herself with the good, prim, and proper facade, the daughter of the Vela Solana Family, Willow Andromeda Salavieja, uses her pen to reveal her emotions, the only way to express her thoughts and feelings. No one knows that she writes. When she faces an existential crisis, she finds herself on the outskirts of town, where she wanders and wonders about how life is happy and simple there- or so she thought. On the day she crosses the path with Atlas Hussein Elizondo, the truth finally unveils; everything was just a hoax. She found out the poor life of the minority and how it hinders children from reaching their dreams. The moment she opened her lips, words spread and traveled. But then, she can't help but ask and doubt herself if she made the right decision.

My boyfriend, Vincent, was behind the wheel when he tragically struck and killed Lycan Aaron's girlfriend. Driven by love, I made the fateful decision to shoulder the blame on his behalf. But I never thought that Lycan Aaron was my mate. Vincent betrayed me, and Aaron, consumed by a vengeful fire, held me captive in his clutches. ** Lying on Aaron's bed, I could feel the warmth and desire of his body. "When will you release me, Lycan Aaron?" I whispered, my voice laden with longing and uncertainty. "Do not entertain thoughts of escape, Olive. For if you dare, the consequences will be more agonizing than death itself," Aaron murmured softly into my ear as we surrendered to sleep, his words lingering in the air like an ominous but sweet melody.

My entire family could hear my thoughts. In my previous life, I was switched at birth with Victoria Harrington. I was reunited with my family 18 years later. It was the early 1920s, when owning a bicycle or a radio was still rare for most families. I had always dreamed of having one of those precious things. However, after I came home, Victoria would constantly brag right in front of me. "Mom told me that I'm the only one who deserves this fancy watch," she said with a sweet smile. "And look at this gorgeous bicycle Dad got me for my birthday! Oh, and when I mentioned wanting a radio, Daniel bought it for me immediately." Then came the real knife twist. "I know you're their biological daughter, Bernice, but let's be honest. When it comes to love, I'm their real daughter. Daniel definitely prefers me as his little sister too." Her words ate at me. I could not stop the bitter thoughts that flooded my mind about my parents and brother. The problem was that my family could hear every single one of those thoughts. Slowly, they began to resent me. Eventually, they threw me out into the cold, and I died alone in the winter streets while Victoria lived happily within the warmth of their love. When I opened my eyes again, I realized that I had been reborn. As I watched Victoria putting on her usual show, my thoughts took a delicious turn. 'Victoria thinks that Mom is such a cheapskate for only buying her a cheap watch instead of something expensive. She even calls Dad stingy behind his back because he didn't get her a pricier bicycle.' 'And she constantly complains about how ugly and crude Daniel is, saying that he embarrasses her. I wonder if I should share these thoughts with my family?'