under the latin moon i'll be dancing all night with you beneath the blanket of shining stars,. i'll spend forever in your arms.... thirty days is long, thirty days is short. it comes and goes in a blink of an eye, again it can wash you over with all the happiness you want. eva had only thirty days.. thirty days to make her husband fall in love with her..thirty days to claim what was rightfully hers, his heart. the question is, is thirty days enough? no?! then add sixty kisses to it! thirty days and sixty kisses, eva has her husband on his knees before her. let's travel through the chapters and see how... caution: this story contains heavily mature content. rated 18+
"I want divorce."
Just like that. He said it. As calm and composed I've always seen him, no expression, no twitch in the jaw, nothing. My usual neutral, cold husband. My husband, who apparently now wanted a divorce.
I laughed, laughed hard. It was something new, we never laughed together. I never laughed in front of him. Hell, we didn't even talk much! We always talked when we needed, about finance, about business. Business, it has been between us. There is no difference between me and his private secretary. Oh there is a difference, he didn't sleep with his secretary, or did he? I don't know anymore.
Even now that I am laughing, he showed no sign of amusement or surprise. It's like he's used to my laugh, but he's not. I barely laughed these days, my life did not allow me to. I was not married to a simple man, I wish I was. He was the heir of the Sinclairs, one of the most influential family of our country. He could not be married to a simple girl either. And simple, I was.
We were betrothed when I was 15 years old, He was 20 then. My father was the mayor of our town then, and I was his lovely daughter. Like any other teenagers, my head was full of those cheesy romance novels, I was waiting for my prince charming to come and sweep me off my feet.
Jokes on me, my prince was nothing of charming. He was dark, dangerous and beautiful, dangerously beautiful. The darkness in him made me fall in love with him, madly so. I loved him with everything I had, and loved him more and more in these five years of my marriage. I heard love makes you feel fullfilled, makes you happy, I never felt that. I loved him so much that it hurt, sometimes I would feel overwhelmed thinking how much I love him and my chest would constrict, making me breathless. Love for him made me breathless.
Oh Love, why does it hurt so much? I couldn't stop that one traitor drop of tears that fall on my cheeks as I looked at the divorce paper my husband held before me.
"You have nothing to be sad. Even after divorce, I'll pay you three times more than your alimony. I have also transfered my beach house and the villa in Los Angeles in your name. I assure you will face no problem in moving on your life until you find someone in your life."
Someone! How easy it was for him to say that! And he even prepared for alimony and all the legal complications that would come after divorce. How long has he been planning for it?
Who am I kidding? My husband never does anything without a plan. God, he might even have a blueprint prepared for every steps he takes.
"Why?", I asked, my voice strong and steady. I wanted to know the reason of course, but more than that I wanted to know what's in his mind.
"I don't think the marriage is going to work anymore"
"Is there someone else?"
There, I just saw the reaction there, the fire that cracks up in his eyes when he's angry.
He didn't reply. I knew the answer anyway, he wouldn't cheat ever. It's not someone else that ruined our marriage, it's me. I could not make him fall in love with me.
"Where did I go wrong?" I couldn't stop the trembling of my voice, couldn't stop those tears either. I am known for my strength and now my strength was crumbling down.
"It's not about you" His cold reply came.
It was never about me in this marriage. It was all about maintaining his life, his career, his heredity. I tried my best to do that, but in all this I never tried to be his wife, his companion. We were partners in business, nothing more and nothing less.
"So, it's decided then."
"It is."
He had his lips pursed. It's a sign that the conversation was over.
But it's not over for me, not yet.
"When do you want me gone?" I asked in a casual tone. It hit bulls eye, his neutral mask crumbled for a sec. He jutted his gaze at me as if asking if I ever cared.
And I found the answer I needed.
"Whenever you want."
"Okay, I'll head out now."
"Okay"
So simple, so easily we had our last conversation as if these four years we invested in each other didn't even exist.
He stood on the doorway when I was having my luggages picked up in the car. When I was ready, I turned to look at him.
Kiss me one last time. Kiss me like you loved me once, even for a moment. Even if you didn't, just kiss me.
"Good bye.", I said staring at his straight tall form with all the love I could muster. As always, he didn't notice.
"Bye"
And my car started for the way I was yet to find in my life.
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
Becky endured three years of marriage to the cold-hearted Rory. In all that time, she naively reasoned that one day, he'd gradually come to like her. But the second he forced her to kneel down and humiliate herself, she knew she had been wrong about him. This man had no feelings for her at all. So why should she still love him? When Rory gave her the choice between kneeling down and divorcing, she didn't miss a beat and chose the latter. After all, why should she waste her youth on this scumbag? Wouldn't it be nicer for her to just have fun every day with her billion-dollar family fortune?