Woman On The Edge Of Time

Crystal is a doctor from a middle-class family. She is a single mother who fights every second for her daughter, to protect her, to be with her.Rayan is a successful businessman from a highly prominent family who conceals everything with the arduous side of him because of forbidding the least important chance of life that was precious than anything for him.Mistakes are common at 18, But how about the mistakes that were never considered as mistakes?At 18, they fell in love, loved each other like crazy that will beat any adult's love. Fate is merciless, it turned its back to them, caused them to fall apart. But fate can't perish the feelings, the consequence they carry. Or maybe worse.. it was all planned by fate.Everything seems to be okay until they meet again after so many years. An unexpected encounter uncovered the hidden consequence of them to him about which he wasn't aware of. How will he react? How will he fight now?**It's an unedited book, and the very first book I wrote. Mistakes are common. Read at your own risk.**

The Moretti Family's Thanksgiving party was in full swing downstairs—crystal clinks, fake laughs, classic mafia gloss. Meanwhile, I was curled up in a servant's room on the third floor. Jackson Moretti's wife. Legally, anyway. My hands were ice. I gripped the ultrasound report like it could anchor me. Three heartbeats. Strong, steady. It was supposed to be a surprise—his big Thanksgiving gift. To the outside world, Jackson was a polished Stanford grad, running a top-tier consulting firm in San Francisco. But behind the scenes? He ran the Moretti empire—cold, calculated, pulling strings in the West Coast's darkest corners. Three years of marriage and we barely spoke, but I still clung to the hope that maybe... maybe there was something real left. Then I heard him downstairs. "You really not letting your wife come down?" "Isabella?" He laughed. "She'd kill the vibe." Another voice chimed in. "Lina's back, right? Wild you married her twin. Which one do you actually like?" Jackson didn't miss a beat. "Isabella's just a stand-in. Quiet. Predictable. I could tell her to drop dead and she'd say 'okay.'" "So when are you ditching her?" "Dunno. She thinks she matters. I'm just playing her." I slapped a hand over my mouth to muffle the sob. A minute later, I was heading downstairs, numb. I brushed my fingers over my belly. "Sorry, babies," I whispered. Triplets. His. He thought I was blind. Weak. Stuck. What he didn't know? A quiet woman, once she snaps—she can burn it all down.

Working for a young master who had deep trauma was surely difficult, but Hawisa had no other choice. Even though the young master's trauma sometimes appeared and Hawisa was injured, she would never leave him. The young master was so touched, he said: "How interesting! Let's see whether she really heading me without any matter or no." Then his attraction made Hawisa the only woman he loved. Whatever Hawisa wanted will always be given, but how could Hawisa believe that she had been the one loved by the young master. And how could Young Master Amon Nikolas Sergio convince his love for Hawisa?

Everyone she loves could be gone in a minute, and she dreaded it, that's why she'd concealed it. Nobody realized that she was the offspring of the Mark. Yet, Catherine was beyond wretched, how they played her, how she was a pawn. It crushed her faith, lies were told.

Envy, bitterness, and agony, I suddenly felt as I learned about my wrongful decisions. The wife may be the betrayed one, but there is no worse painful feeling than being the mistress. Because you are the half-loved one, and you have no rights to be hurt nor have the right to demand. Falling in love with an attached man is dangerous. Falling in love with Ezekiel Lorenzo Montivano is catastrophic. I'm Amber Josephine Adelantar people call me a homewrecker, a destructive threat, a concubine, his number two, his mistress, and his kept woman. But can you blame me? Is it my fault for falling in love with the right man at the wrong time? "You aren't my mistress, Amber." "I am since you made me become one."

That moment when you are being stood up by your lover on your special day. When you are standing at the altar feigning smile at the one you ought not to marry..the one that fills the space of your beloved.. "Do you take .......to be your lawfully wedded wife" the priest asked. It was not meant to be her nevertheless for reputation, he obliged.. "Yes...I do" ### Clarissa is left with no other option than to fill the space of her run away cousin. Little did she know she was playing a game of fate and reality. Story turning, secrets unraveling, she finds out a truth, a truth that gets her to fall deeply in love with her story but at another end, the mistake of another causes her trouble.

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

On their third anniversary, Finley had all their friends over to celebrate. Claire walked in to find him on one knee, proposing to his childhood friend, Renee. "What is going on?" she asked. He shrugged like it was nothing. "It's just a game of truth or dare." But it wasn't until he shoved her down the stairs, causing her to miscarry, that she finally woke up. She'd given him five chances. Now? She was done. "Finley, it's over. Let's get divorced."

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.

After eight years together, I've proposed to my boyfriend 108 times. Each time, he found a different excuse to turn me down. On the 109th try, I give up a promotion and transfer opportunity. Finally, he said yes. I think he's moved by my sincerity. But instead, he brings his first love into our marital home and falls into our bed with her. "I only proposed to her to spite you. If you just say the word, I'll dump her at the altar and marry you instead!" Staring at the scene before me, I take the tight engagement ring off my finger and toss it down the drain. I decide to call off the wedding before he can. But after I walk away, the man who swore he'd marry someone else went crazy searching for me everywhere.