What Once Was Hers Novels & Stories

And yes, we're getting that divorce! … Hera was unraveling and needed somewhere to pour out her frustration. Edge Inc. had collapsed quietly, without fanfare or sympathy. Most of her assets were about to disappear, and yet, there Sebastian was, behind the wheel of a gleaming Land Rover. How was that fair? She had to win somewhere. She couldn't bear to lose at everything. 'I was always the one in control! Always the one on top!' She tugged at the handle, but the door wouldn't open.

Now, that hope was being held hostage by a sum of money she couldn't even fathom, a fortune that she had never really imagined, even in her wildest dreams. A tantalizing whisper, a beacon in the financial storm, surfaced in her mind: Her grandmother's cottage, her only significant asset. It was meant to be a refuge, a sanctuary where she could heal and rebuild. Could she truly sell it? Lease the very place that held so many cherished memories, so much of her grandmother's loving spirit, just to buy back her sight? The idea was a bitter pill in her choked throat, a betrayal of legacy.

"I won't let him touch you ever again. I promise." Behind them, the distant, looming silhouette of the Valderama ancestral house disappeared into the gray veil of the storm. Once, it had been a sanctuary of laughter and "old wealth" elegance. Now, it was a gilded cage owned by a woman who had sold them out—their aunt, Merideth. Suddenly, the darkness was obliterated.

“ She was a weird one, kept saying she's not the one supposed to have it , yet she frequented here just to check on it” “ Who?” “ The she-wolf that died just a few days ago”

Hera said, standing up, and Jessy quickly helped her. "It’s fine, you should focus on this event. It only happens once in a lifetime. You have to do it perfectly, Hera," Jessy said afterwards. As they walked towards the exit, Hera wore a bittersweet smile while thinking of Jessy’s words she had just heard. "Yes, only once in a lifetime. But that doesn’t apply to me, of course," Hera murmured to herself. Once they arrived at the designated place, many people were looking at Hera, and she could even feel Margaret’s gaze, which was so mesmerized in her current position.

She said and I crashed my lips to hers. This girl is mine.. always be mine.. always will be mine.. everything is mine.. I don't share won't share will never share.. From now on.. SHARE will be erase from my dictionary of life

All of it was rotting because of one woman’s defiance and one man’s predatory opportunism. "She’s mine," I whispered, my forehead leaning against the cool glass. "She’s mine by law. She’s mine by blood. She’s mine by the brand on her soul." But the lily on the floor told a different story. It was a reminder of what I no longer had access to.

That is how she and her miserable daughter have survived all their lives and she finally hit the jackpot and is about to be publicly married for the sixth time to the billionaire. It explains where the peasant slut got her habits from slithering her way through people until she sucks you dry holding an “innocent face” but she is no different from her gold-digging mother and just like every money-hungry peasant out there” My knees suddenly felt weak and the phone in my grip fell out of my hand onto the ground. “Why?” I let out a sharp cry “Who would write this?”

MATTEO She is so beautiful. When I look at her from close, that’s what I always think. She is beautiful but she is beaten and broken. She is damaged and dangerous. They had taken her innocence and her peace of mind. It hurts me to know that whatever she does now to bring her old self back, it won’t ever be enough. Valentina is gone. It seems the innocent girl, the one who was whole, had died a long time ago and what I see now is the broken shell of a person she once was.

Her dark shoulder length hair was carefully strengthened and brushed away from those eyes that kept staring at me with a certain longing as if I was the love of her life who's shared a hundred lifetimes with her. I tried remembering where I might have known her from, but I came up with nothing no matter how hard I combed through my memory. She definitely didn't look like the type of girl I'd take home for the night after my wild nights out. She was way too remarkable to fit that profile and the only woman who'd ever gotten that much of my attention before was only Kristal. But the problem was that, she definitely knew me from somewhere and my inability to recognize her seemed to hurt her fee