Why Dont We Quotes

Blurb Ever since the war, humans were no longer the world's dominator. Supernatural creatures broke the peace treaty and colluded together to overthrew humans’ rule. After we failed completely in the battlefield, they decided to ‘purge’ the world of evil humanity. I survived from death in that brutal slaughter but was captured and imprisoned in a dungeon where I had now lived for five years. Business was the only reason why they kept immatures and even spared us shelter and food. When we reached 18, we’d be sold as slaves. That night I was bought by a mysterious guest and taken to somewhere I had never been to or heard of. My work was to serve three noble masters residing there. They were all supernatural, but decent and reasonable. So it’s better for me to carry out the plan for escaping. It all went well until someone attacked me. And the secret behind us began to be revealed.

My in-laws go on a jungle trip and are stung by venomous bees. An exorbitant sum is needed for their surgeries, so I hurriedly call my husband for help. However, as soon as the call connects, he berates me. "They can die if you don't have money to treat them! Why waste the money? Your family isn't mine—what does it have to do with me if they die? Also, Chloe has no money for food. I'm transferring what we have to buy her a meal." He hangs up abruptly and transfers whatever money I have. Meanwhile, his parents die because we didn't pay to save them.

My son is severely allergic to pollen, and because of his rare blood type, he must receive a specific desensitization injection at a bigger hospital in a different state. To make that happen, I deliberately booked the same flight as my wife just so our son could get help as soon as possible. But she insists on waiting for her late-arriving first love, refusing to let the plane take off. When I confront her, she says, "All passengers are equal. If the plane can wait for you, why can't it wait for him? Cam still needs to celebrate Josie's birthday. It's just ten minutes. Nothing will happen!" However, by the time we arrive at the hospital, the doctor tells us we missed the critical window for treatment. We were just ten minutes too late. Our son has now become a vegetable.

The company had just taken off when a project my wife, Lenora Peterson, was in charge of ran into trouble. To ease her mind during her pregnancy, I went overseas in her stead, spending ten perilous years abroad before finally returning home, barely alive. Instead of the joyful reunion I had imagined, she greeted me with cold detachment and thinly veiled disgust. "Why are you back?" Lenora asked. "Today is Nathan’s housewarming party," she added. "Let’s head there first—we’ll talk later." We rode in silence the entire way. When we arrived, a ten-year-old girl came dashing over and clung to Lenora affectionately. “Mommy, why did you take so long? Daddy’s been waiting for you forever!” Daddy? My eyes burned with rage—until I saw my old friend Nathan Grant stepping out to greet us with a smile. "Lily, come to Daddy. Mommy’s tired—don’t bother her now." When I met Lenora’s eyes, the guilt I saw there told me everything I needed to know. I turned away and texted my assistant, Morgan Williamson, to begin acquiring the company that, by right, had always belonged to me. He soon reported back. "Mr. Brooke, the acquisition process will be completed in three days."

At our wedding, my wife's assistant "accidentally" uploaded the wrong photo. The big screen was supposed to display our wedding portraits. Instead, it was a picture of my wife and him in full wedding attire. Their fingers were laced together, their eyes locked in a soft, intimate gaze, looking every bit like a blissfully happy couple. The entire venue erupted in shocked whispers. The assistant froze in shock, acting like he had no idea why he was in the photo. He started panicking, asking if we should just postpone the ceremony. My wife, however, stayed surprisingly calm. She whispered her solution, “Everyone’s here. Postponing now would be humiliating and, honestly, a bad omen. Beside, most people here don’t even know what the groom looks like. Why don’t we just let him stand in for you?” Our friends were dumbfounded. They all thought I’d explode in anger and jealousy after hearing something so outrageous. Instead, I nodded, saying it was actually a great idea. Seeing how composed I remained, my wife looked pleased with herself. She told me that since we were legally married anyway, she’d make it up to me later with another ceremony. However, she seemed to have forgotten one thing: she had just signed the divorce papers.

Jane’s life took a different turn when she was made to marry a billionaire heir in place of her younger sister, Mia Brookes, who apparently is the family’s favorite. Jane, being an adopted child of the Brookes family, kept wondering why her adoptive parents would pass on an opportunity like this and ask her to marry into the family instead of their own biological child, Mia. “You didn’t want your precious child to get married to a cripple, which is why you shipped me off, right?” Jane said to her mum amidst tears on the evening of the wedding. “You think I would let my only daughter get married to a cripple? There is no way in hell I’m going to let that happen. We need Miller's family if we are going to thrive in this new business, and you seem like the perfect match for the family. Jane, we have served you through all these years since you were abandoned by your biological mother. Now is the time. We need your help. Just marry this boy and let’s get this over with” Mrs. Brookes said unremorseful. She threatened to leave the marriage the next day, but being one of the most prestigious and powerful families in the country, the Millers made that impossible for her. Also, her mother-in-law proposes a contract that includes giving birth to an heir through an IVF procedure, thereby giving her son the reason to live and someone to inherit his father’s empire while she gets whatever she decides. Will she accept this proposal? Will this plan work between Jane and her mother-in-law without Justin himself finding out? Let’s find out in this captivating and intriguing story…………

I thought mates were meant to love you. I thought they were meant to cherish you, so why was mine so different? Why was he such a coward that he rejected me without a beat when his father asked him to? What of the night we had spent? My life had always been trash, so when I was banished, it was no surprise no one spoke for me, but what they didn't know was I would be back five years later with a prophecy to tell, and my baby alpha, to claim his rightful position as heir. But what happens when things doesn't go as planned, and the prophecy itself was the one she was going to hate?

“Maybe we should get a divorce. Name your prize and leave.” Dylan said and I hiccuped immediately. My heart beat increased rapidly. Just then, my phone buzzed and I knew why he wanted a divorce. My sister was back. Even after three years of dedication and loving him, it turned out Dylan never got over Lexa. He was quick to rush to her as soon as she arrived in the city. Tears welled up in my eyes realising I was nothing but a space holder for my sister. Fine, I would leave. But the next time you see me, I won't be the same. Goodbye forever, I’ll forget we ever met.

Lia Andrews was a mystery to most. Growing up with Lung cancer definitely can't be easy for a royal. When Lia attends a public school for the first time in ages , she meets Ace Romano the schools trouble maker but there's always reasons as to why we do the things we do. When Ace lands his eyes on Lia , he can't help himself but feel a possessive side of her. Wanting to protecting her and love her forever. Cherish her as if she was gold . When troubles erupt , Lia has no choice but to crumble and the fear of being alone again drowns her... Could Lia ever have the normal life all teenagers should have?

"Why are you doing this to me? I'm not a baby making machine!" Tears ran down her cheeks. "This is the only way we can procreate a baby. I will not intimate with you after what you did to me. Never!" Brandon looked at the doctor, and with a sign he gave him permission to tie her to the bed. "You'll pay for this, Brandon." "That's how I ruin my dear wife."