Walking Dead Indifference

Claire Hamilton gave up everything for love. Her name, her inheritance, and her father’s trust. Everyone warned her not to marry Lucas Blackwell, the charming businessman with secrets behind his smile. But she didn’t listen. Now her father is dead in a suspicious crash. And on the day she buries him, Lucas hands her divorce papers and says the cruelest words: “I no longer have use for you.” He takes everything: her family company, her wealth, her dignity. But what he doesn’t know is… Claire is pregnant. She vanishes, opens a small flower shop, and raises her son in peace—until Alexander Sinclair walks in. A cold billionaire. A grieving widower. His daughter hasn’t been herself since her mother died… but around Claire, she begins to heal. So does Alexander. Claire tries to guard her heart, but he keeps showing up, not just for flowers, but for her. Just when she dares to love again, Lucas returns. Claims he’s dying and wants her back. Says walking away was his biggest mistake. And that’s when Claire uncovers the truth: Lucas planned everything. Now he’s back to finish what he started. But Claire isn’t the girl he once discarded. She’s a mother. She’s angry. And she’s not running anymore. This time… she’s the one coming for him.

Amia, once a trusted member of her pack, finds herself accused of betrayal in a plot orchestrated by someone she once called a friend. Cast out by the people she loved and left broken by the cold indifference of Kael—the man she trusted most—Amia loses everything. Stripped of her dignity, her home, and her place in the world, she stands at the edge of despair. But even as the rain washes over her shattered soul, she makes a vow to return stronger and unbreakable. Driven by pain and a newfound determination, Amia embarks on a journey to rise from the ashes of her past, forging a path of strength and vengeance. As her enemies celebrate her downfall, they remain unaware of the fierce storm she is destined to become.

Slim was known for his cold demeanor and indifference towards others. He had built a reputation as a rude and emotionless guy, yet paradoxically, he was adored and popular among his peers. His behavior had never hinted at having a soft side, and he made no effort to hide his true nature. However, everything changed when he encountered the clumsy, quiet girl at a party. He is instantly drawn to her, much like a moth to a flame and inexplicably, he was willing to do whatever it took to protect her and ensure her happiness. This development raises a significant question: Was Slim's newfound interest in her authentic and sincere, or did it stem from a hidden motive, possibly of a darker nature?

Tristan Fortes, a man who has always used his wealth to get what he wants, finds himself entranced by Callie Vayga, a woman who seems immune to his charms and fortune. Her indifference stokes an obsessive desire within him, and as his desperation deepens, Tristan’s rationality frays. Unwilling to accept her rejection, he takes drastic action—kidnapping Callie, believing that once she's in his grasp, he can convince her to love him. But in the darkness of his obsession, Tristan may find he's captured more than just her body—he’s also imprisoned his own soul. WARNING: THIS BOOK IS RECOMMENDED FOR READERS 18 YEARS AND OLDER. IT CONTAINS SEX AN SUBMISSION.

Ellen a stranger the night her ex-boyfriend proposes to her best friend. The stranger turns out to be her new boss Leo Warner. Leo sees her as a lying, gold digger who was only after his attention. Desperate and in need of the , Ellen agrees to do whatever Leo wants. He decides to allow her keep the with the condition that she signs a contract. Leo’s cousin returns to the country to work at the Hotel and becomes interested in Ellen. Leo’s indifference to Ellen gives way to likeness leading to a one night stand between them during a business trip. What will happen when Ellen is caught with stolen documents, a direct breech of her contract, just when she discovers she is pregnant? Will she find out who framed her?

My wife, who had always despised lugging around keys, ditched our modern smart lock for a clunky old-school key version. She even bolted it shut during showers. Every time I returned from work, I'd have to ring her up first. Fed up, I slapped the divorce agreement on the table during a family get-together. Everyone assumed I was drunk and joking. My wife hauled off and cracked me across the face. "Am I asking too much? You promised you'd indulge me forever." I met her glare with icy indifference and let out a bitter scoff. "Aren't I divorcing you and never returning the ultimate indulgence?"

"I reject you," Bruno repeated, his voice carrying across the hushed clearing. "We are no longer mates. We can never be mates." The warmth that had always softened his green eyes whenever he looked at her was gone, replaced by a glacial indifference that chilled her to the bone. "No. No." Lyra shook her head vigorously, her carefully arranged hair coming loose, dark strands falling across her tear-stained face. She reached for him, clutching at the ceremonial jacket he wore. "This can't happen. You promised to protect me, to be by my side, to love me." Her voice rose with each word, desperation clawing at her throat. "Please, don't do this to me. You can't."

Triana, a 20-year-old alpha of the Silver Pack, was independent, smart, and straightforward. Her strength was not less than that of the male wolves. She was kicked out of the pack due to the betrayal of her mate. The pack members she cared about the most turned against her. Her awful fate compelled her to become a rogue. While roaming through the woods, she ran into Blaze, the most ruthless and powerful alpha of the Blood Pack… who despised women and rogues because his wife cheated on him with a rogue. Despite Blaze's indifference, Triana falls madly in love with this cruel alpha. Can she heal Blaze and restore his trust in women? Or does fate have something even worse in store for her, something that will destroy her?

The day before Chris Carter and I were supposed to get engaged, my parents sent me to prison. Three years later, when I was finally released, Chris was the only one who came to pick me up. I knew he despised me. I trembled, keeping my head down, hoping to slip away unnoticed. But he blocked my path, frowning. “Emily York? You stink.” He pinched his nose and told me to get in the car. I fell to my knees, desperately begging him not to take me home. If he did, I would die. He looked at me with chilling indifference and said, “Then go ahead and die.” I agreed. But later, he cried and begged me to stay alive.

My stepson pushes me down from the second floor, all because I accidentally break a bowl. He stands over me, looking down with a cold, emotionless gaze. "You're just a stand-in my grandfather forced on us. Don't even think about replacing my mother!" I stare up at the boy I've raised for eight years, and his indifference cuts deeper than any wound. Blood slowly trickles down from my forehead. Fighting through the pain, I dial a number. "Whatever debt I owed has been paid. It's time for me to leave." Coincidentally, I already have the divorce agreement that his father has signed.