Novel & Cerita What Are The Three Unforgivable Curses

Clouderton, Carmoria. Three days after we got our marriage certificate, Jason casually dropped that he'd handed the keys to our new place... to his ex, Nina Zeller. I clenched my jaw. "So you just HAD to give our house key to your poor, delicate ex?" He sighed. "She needed surgery. It was urgent. I'll get it back after." I stared at him. That blank, serious face? I actually laughed. I own a ton of properties. Even my managers have to book time to get in. But Jason? First guy with the nerve to sneak his ex into my home.

“The three of you are sick, if you think for one second that I will subscribe to whatever sick game you’re playing. I despise you all with every fibre of my fucking being.” “So much passion. And yet, you wonder why we want you…” … After finding out that her twin brother was being bullied at the all boys boarding college he attends. Evie decides to take his place to get justice for him, but nothing could have prepared her for the three Alphas determined to break her into submission!

Bella, let's call her the queen of part-time jobs! The girl did all the work she could. She was trying to raise as much money as possible to support her life and pay for college, but she was getting tired of all the things she did. She is tired of her miserable life. Until a friend introduced her to Mr. Yohan, a billionaire who offered Bella to be his sugar baby. With extraordinary inner debate, Bella finally gave in and agreed to meet Mr. Yohan. Who would have thought that Bella would not be Sugar Baby for Mr. Yohan but for his three sons? Bella has to be the sugar baby for three Billionaires. What will happen to her?

How long does it take to give up on a man you've loved for ten years? It takes me 3 seconds. The first second, I signed my name on the contract to become the chief designer of a renowned studio in Paris. The second second, I lock away ten years of my youth in my heart. The third second, I completely prepare to leave Levi's world. My fiancé Levi is the heir of the Smith Group, the absolute aristocracy. For others, he is untouchable. But for me, he's the childhood sweetheart who, with a crooked paper ring he made himself for the first time in his hand, told me, "You're the only girl I'll ever marry, even if I have to wait a hundred years." From that moment on, the only person I wanted to marry was Levi, and I never doubted that I would eventually marry Levi. But on the day of our engagement, he disappeared. I waited for a whole year, waiting for a message, a phone call, or a knock on the door, but nothing came. Later, he finally appeared. He stood next to a red Ferrari, holding flowers, and said that he still loved me, that he wasn't ready before, and begged me to give him another chance. I almost believed him. But at the same time, I received a provocative message from Levi's first love, Ruby: [Aren't you curious where he went during the time he eloped from your engagement? I'm already pregnant with Levi's child, and he loves kissing my pregnant belly the most.] I wiped away my tears, turned around, and applied to study in the Sorbonne University Faculty of Medicine, leaving only one sentence: "Levi, we're breaking up." Learning that I was leaving, Levi went crazy. He braved the heavy rain and blocked the entrance to my new place, his eyes red, asking me: "Stella, if I make Ruby abort the child, can you come back to me?"

The day I win the cheerleading championship, the entire arena erupts with cheers for my team. But from the stands, my brother, Nelson Locke, hurls a water bottle straight at me. "You injured Felicia's leg before the performance just so you could win first place? She has leukemia, Victoria! Her dying wish is to become a champion. Yet you tripped her before the competition, all for a trophy! You're selfish. I don't have a sister like you!" My fiance, who also happens to be the sponsor of the competition, steps onto the stage with a cold expression and announces, "You tested positive for illegal substances. You don't deserve this title. You're disqualified." All the fans turn against me. They boycott me entirely—some even go so far as to create a fake memorial portrait of me, print it, and send it to my doorstep. I quietly keep the photo. I'll probably need it soon anyway. It's been three years since I was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor. Knowing I don't have much time left, I choose to become the type of person they always wanted me to be—the perfect sister who loves without question, the well-mannered woman who knows when to keep quiet, and the kind of person who never, ever lies.

In the third year after my death, my mother finally remembered me. But it wasn't out of longing—it was because my younger sister's leukemia had relapsed, and she urgently needed a bone marrow transplant. Clutching a donation agreement, my mother made her way to the basement I once lived in. She kicked open the door and was met with a floor slick with blood and scattered medicine bottles. "Cassidy, what game are you playing this time? Do you really think a self-inflicted act of suffering could fool me? Why are you so selfish? Why won't you save your own sister?" Her voice roared with anger, echoing through the space. From the crowd that had gathered to watch, a ragged little boy stepped forward. "Are you talking about Cassidy Porter? She… she died three years ago of organ failure… she vomited so much blood…"

“Don't test my patience. I have been very calm with you.”  “I don't want anything from you. Leave me!” Tears stung in the corner of her eyes as she endured the pain he was inflicting on her. “Nothing! I want nothing from you!”  “It is not up to you now. Is it?” “It is!” “Then you know nothing. Let me remind you of something,” he eyed her coldly. “I cannot let you flee because you don't want to stay here. I have made a promise to keep you and your brother safe. And I will.” She reared back. “No matter if you want it or not,” he was purely vicious with the words he was using. “I might scare you but they are very much formidable, vicious and willing to do to avenge whatever it takes,” he gestured to her trembling figure through his roaming eyes, “with that.”  “Never,” she shook her head. “I am not scared of your words. You are just trying to scare me with your words to make me listen to you!”  “Oh?” leaning forward, he almost shouted in her face, “I am not just trying to scare you. No. I am speaking the truth that you are willing enough to neglect!”  She shook her head violently, her thoughts pushing any logical facts away in her state. She was unwilling to listen to whatever he had to say even when somewhere she knew he was right. Just because he thought if he could use force on her, she would adhere to him? No! She was stronger than he thought she was!  “I don't belong to anyone. You don't have to take–” “You belong to me. ”WARNING: This book contains strong language, dubious situations, deception issues, manipulations, abduction and dark romance.

Laya’s world is falling apart—haunted by a past she can’t outrun and a future she never chose. When shadows resurface and loyalties are tested, survival might cost her everything.

When I joined my pregnant wife at her class reunion, I heard the thoughts of her male bestie. 'Once she kicks her bum husband to the curb, the money's all mine!' He was snuggling up to my wife, raising his glass in salutations with a perfect smile, but I still caught the flicker of disgust in his eyes. 'Stupid sow thinks I'm in love with her? Who would care about her if it weren't for her money?' He had no idea that Mary's family had gone bankrupt long ago, and her life of luxury now was all thanks to me!

To "fix" Leonard Rinehart's oh-so-tragic depression, Naomi Gaffron—yeah, the same girl who once swore she'd only ever marry me—secretly tied the knot with him. So I gave in. Played along with the family's little matchmaking stunt. Married Aurelia Spencer—Brieton City's golden girl who'd been obsessed with me since forever. For seven years, she clung to me like I was oxygen. Every night, curled up like she'd break if I moved. I thought that was happiness. Then one night, I caught her whispering to her best friend: "Leonard's already got international awards. When are you dumping Leone?" "Whatever—I'm stuck with someone I don't love anyway. Doesn't matter who I married. Someone's gotta keep an eye on Leone so he doesn't screw up everything Leonard built." I checked her study. Found a hidden folder—over 100,000 photos of Leonard. A hundred unsent love letters. Even I couldn't fake it anymore. Bought a silicone dummy. Laid out the plan. The fire would be step one. Dead or alive—we're done.