When He Was Wicked Pdf Novels & Stories

“Stop pretending and sign the divorce papers immediately. I’ll personally be watching for you to sign the divorce papers this time.” “Divorce papers? I’m not even married. Who are you?” Yuriel Scott woke up in a hospital after an accident. Suddenly she was presented with a divorce certificate by Aleandro Gilren, a multi-billionaire entrepreneur in the capital. “Don’t test my patience and sign the divorce papers right now.” Aleandro said impatient. “I don’t even know you; why should I sign it?” Yuriel tossed the document in Aleandro’s face.

“ I know it's him.” Celeste said to Godric with a trembling breath. The billionaire tapped the edge of the desk rhythmically, his mind going over the many ways to counter his latest rival. *** What if she had unknowingly married a serial killer? What if he's returning to finish up what he started? From a broken marriage to a bloody haunt, with a death sentence hanging over her head, and terminally ill, Celeste returns from captivity, but her home is gone and nothing is left. She rents a car, driving to nowhere, and collides with Mr. Godric Banks. The billionaire has a twisted opinion of women, but for the first time, he came across a woman who asked for death with a tired smile and something broke inside him. She is devastated by life, and he is devastated by her pain. When her ex returns, she knows she wasn't supposed to survive, and the hunt has just begun. Celeste could fight the devil on her own, or take the hand of Godric Banks, another killer with a dangerous secret.

Fann is a mighty Highland warrior on a mission. As a reward for decades of successful battles, the king has granted Fann land, title, and a beautiful young wife! But to claim them he must first rescue his bide from unknown abductors and return her to her home. Their home. And she doesn't know that they have been wed! The king had taken control of Lord MacDonald's clan, his lands, and wed both of the man's daughters by proxy in order to cover a significant tax debt. Fann hopes to find her, rescue her, and for her to willingly marry him before she finds out the truth. That he is called the wicked warrior not because of his fierce fighting, but for the type of sexual acts that bring him the most pleasure. For surely, a lass raised in an abbey will not do the things he wishes to do with her if she knows they are wicked. Or will she...

The annual Vittorio family gala was in full swing when my brother, Don Marco Vittorio, decided to host a card game. The stakes were simple: the winner could make one demand of him. Everyone knew I had been brought back to the Vittorio estate three years ago but still hadn't been formally acknowledged as family. They stepped aside, murmuring that this was Marco's way of giving me a chance—a test I might finally pass. Only Gianna, the family's adopted princess, made sure I had none. She counted off her boasts on her fingers. "Marco gives me a black card with a fifty-thousand-euro monthly limit." "He bid on a lighthouse in the Bay of Naples for me." "I give the family toast at New Year's Mass." "My name is on the trust." Four statements. I had one card left. She smiled and delivered the killing blow: "This whole game? Marco threw it just to cheer me up." My heart sank. I looked at my brother. He smiled indulgently—that same smile he'd worn for three years, always taking her side, always asking me to wait. I folded. I laid down my last card. And suddenly, I didn't want to go home that badly anymore. I didn't need the Vittorio name. I was done.

I died in the year my husband hated me most. Unable to endure his endless silent treatment any longer, I swallowed a bottle of pills and ended my life. At the crematorium, watching the flames roar inside the furnace, he allowed himself a rare smile. “Someone as vile as her doesn’t deserve to be laid to rest whole.” So when the staff handed him the urn, he flipped it over. My ashes scattered across the floor in an instant. All this time, he had believed I was responsible for the death of his first love. That belief was why he had schemed and plotted for years, all for this precise moment of final desecration. When it was over, he stepped over my ashes and walked away without looking back. Though not long after that, he fell to his knees and begged the crematorium to give my ashes back to him.

The day my father dies, my boyfriend, Heath Summers, is accompanying his true love for her prenatal checkup. I lose hope in him and ask for a breakup, but he thinks I'm just being jealous. He says, "Naomi's already miscarried thrice—it hasn't been easy for her to conceive this child. Stop being unreasonable." I've been with him for seven years, but it turns out I can't compare to his childhood sweetheart.

Three months into my pregnancy, I was resting at home to ensure the baby’s health when a typhoon struck. My husband, Adam Quinn, received a call and rushed out to meet his childhood sweetheart. As a result, I experienced severe abdominal pain. The ambulance taking me to the hospital was involved in an accident, and I lost the baby. Adam arrived much later, only to blame me, saying, "Mona Thomas, why are you so useless? You couldn’t even keep the baby!"

I spent six months and a quarter million dollars to secure a week in Sicily. But when my husband’s childhood obsession, Chiara, cried nostalgia into his ear, Dante didn’t hesitate. He removed my name from the armored motorcade roster and replaced it with hers. He told me to take a commercial flight alone through rival family territory—a route where three associates had “disappeared” last month. The entire famiglia supported Dante’s decision without a single thought for my safety. So I changed my itinerary. I boarded a plane to Monaco instead of Palermo. I spent three months at the roulette tables, ignoring their frantic calls. That was when the famiglia started to bleed…

The mysterious billionaire walked into her bar, nursing a broken heart and a drink on the rocks. She followed him back to his house, knowing it would be nothing more than a night of passion. Then why was she stuck in the police station, accused of stealing from the man who had held her the night before, and an offer she would rather die than accept? . “Do you accept the deal or not?” To the point. No feelings involved. I realized I was dealing with a maniac. And he was a dangerous one because he held all the power. I didn’t have a way to wriggle out. “Let me get this straight, Ethaniel Ryves… My choice is either to go to jail, or to be married to you for a year?” I questioned. He kept his gaze on me and slowly, he nodded. “If you put it that way, it’s an offer I can’t refuse!” I exclaimed sarcastically.

Harry Pate fails in his plan to secure a fortune from my family. He tries to drug me, hand me over to his friends, and even film it to control me. Luckily, a kind netizen overhears him plotting with his mistress at a restaurant. The netizen posts a missing person alert online. "Please share widely. Looking for Freya White. Her boyfriend is trying to drug and assault her." I see the post and quietly pour the drug into the pot they are about to drink from.