X-factor #5 Mga Nobela at Kwento

And the bride isn't me. ... I stood outside Orion’s penthouse, my hand shaking. I clutched the papers that would end it all. The contract that would sever our five-year entanglement. The moment the door opened, my breath hitched. He wore only a white silk shirt, the top buttons undone. It revealed his bronzed chest and the vicious scar that ran from his collarbone to his heart. Black suit pants clung to his powerful legs. His face was still as perfect as a Roman statue. The high-bridged nose, the cruel line of his lips, and those gray eyes that saw right through you.

Five years ago, Xander lost the championship final and missed out on the title. But then the media exposed him for match-fixing, and he was banned for two years. The evidence used against him was a recording of me speaking. At the time, I had just found out I was pregnant. That night, as we lay in bed, Xander held me from behind. I was planning to tell him about the pregnancy after he cleared up the rumors about him and Haley. But he refused, and we had a heated argument.

I fought back with the very last ounce of strength I had left. Jeremy, irritated by my resistance, dealt me a heavy slap, knocking away that final bit of life from me. Carried by the force of his blow, I tumbled forward until I crashed through a door. The lively atmosphere inside the ballroom fell instantly into dead silence. The next second, mocking voices and laughter erupted all around. "Isn't this the younger brother Ms. Parker found five years ago? How did he end up looking like this after all these years?" "Today of all days, he rolls his way in. Look at him—all ragged and filthy like some beggar."

"Take him away." The servants dragged me out, and she looked away quickly, like she couldn't bear to look at me anymore. Once I was out of sight, she brushed Connor's hand off her waist. "You've tortured him long enough. I think you should be satisfied now. This whole show ends tonight." Connor shrugged. "Whatever. I'm sick of this place anyway." Melissa exhaled in relief as she took out her phone, "Don't actually cut off that thing. Knock him out and send him to the hospital. When he wakes, tell him he's been in a coma for five years…"

I jumped down from the flowerbed and walked away without looking back. Somehow, someone had recorded everything and uploaded it online, including the evidence I had posted in the group chat. The Christmas holidays was prime time for drama, and within an hour, it went viral. The internet exploded with comments. “Oh my god, what kind of family is this? That’s terrifying.” “So it’s true what they say. once there’s a stepmother, there’s a stepfather problem too.” “The scariest part is the sister. She’s hated her for years over this? That’s insane.”

she yelled. My mother was stunned by her yelling. She stared blankly at the death certificate in her hand. The official words stared back at her: "This certifies that Charlie Sawyer, female, 25 years old, died on July 7, 2010. She suffered three years of brutal abuse before her death. Her reproductive organs were severely damaged, and her body bore countless injuries..."

--- Silence --- Xavier Takes The Folder Slowly. --- Like He's Afraid To Touch It. --- Then I see the label. --- ELENA REYES --- My Heart Stops --- Because That's Her. --- Elena. --- The Woman Who Died Five Years Ago. --- Dominic "This was inside the box." --- Silence --- Xavier Opens The File With trembling hands. --- Trembling. --- Xavier. --- Trembling. --- My Chest Tightens Because I can see how much this affects him. --- The First Page

" I wrapped my arms around my soft, warm little boy and looked up at Nolan’s furious but tender face, feeling a deep warmth in my chest. Then, I turned to Aiden, who now looked like a hollow shell, and softly stroked Faelan’s hair. "This child is not yours. Faelan is only three. He was premature—tiny and fragile—and we’ve doted on him ever since. That’s why he’s a bit taller than average. But his age is confirmed. He’s not your son. "Your child… died five years ago." My words were silver-tipped arrows, each one slicing straight through Aiden’s heart. He trembled, blood surging to his throat, and with a violent cough, he spat a mouthful of it onto the ground.

I won't let Sebastian and Natasha win. What do I do now? My mind races as I try to come up with a backup plan. I need something bigger. I need something that will destroy Sebastian’s image so completely that no amount of “lovey-dovey” couple photos can save him. And right then, the answer hits me. Vanessa. The bitch he left me for in the past five years ago. Quickly, I grab my laptop and open the folder I have been keeping for five years. There it is. The video of Sebastian proposing to Vanessa five years ago on that live television show.

Stellar wants to avoid Alex, but she knows she can’t run. “If you’re this destructive, you shouldn’t be doing that. Do you think I’d be tempted into a sneaky fox-like when you thrust that rotten lip?” replied Alex with a very insulting stare at Stellar. “Huh, it turns out the gossip about you is true. You’re very catharses and like to insult other people.” Said Stellar who was annoyed. “Yes, here I am. But you're worse for being two-faced. I’m glad that now people as good as Drake have come off a sneaky fox like you. People like you only fit in with other garbage.” Say Alex and leave.