Meramera

"Blue, let's talk." My husband responded coldly to me. I smiled before answering "About what Sean?" I was going to say something to him too but he got ahead of me so he will go first. "I have something to tell you too, but you go first" when I offered to him. He took something from the drawer and placed it on the table, he's giving me this cold look again. "Sign this." I looked at the brown envelope before I took it. Something is telling me not to open this, I nervously opened the envelope, and guess what i wasn't wrong. A divorce paper. I looked at Sean as if to indicate what this meant. "Sign it." He pointed out the brown envelope. "B-but why? What did I do?" I asked with a trembling voice. "Blue, let's get over this, we didn't like it" he answered. "I made a promise to Brianna" he took a ballpoint pen and placed it on the side of the brown envelope. "Brianna huh? You really like women, what can I do?" I have to let go. As for who would like someone like me, Sean was right. There were tears in the corner of my eyes, I was looking at the divorce paper, thinking if I should sign this or no Considering that he is a famous actor and owns a large company, how will Sean's fans react if they find out that his girlfriend is a man? They'll probably just bash him, his career means a lot to his family and to him. Actually he is Sean Gilo Falva and I'm just a normal fan, Blue Carvaro. "Before I sign it, can we hug you at least for the last moment?" I saw confusion in his eyes. Why did I say we? Because I'm pregnant, I'm 2 weeks pregnant, I want to tell him not to throw away our future child. "Sure..? I thought yo-" "Nevermind that, I also forgot to tell you" I cut him off. He nodded, you can still see the confusion in his eyes. I smiled bitterly, I came to him and hugged him tightly, he hugged me back. After that he signed the divorce paper. I then packed my things and left the house, he was just outside the house, he's watching me leave. I rubbed my tummy "sorry baby I can't do anything, your father doesn't want us so I'll hide you from him" I didn't realize I was crying, I wiped my tears before getting inside the car.

Good morning everyone I'm ma'am Cheska Marie Alfonso 23 years old major in math. Are you the boys in the back room? Jusko just stares at the five people as if they are about to eat a person, What's your name Mr. I call in blue. It looked at me from head to toe. good right, hot bro, Is Nash a sexy new toy? Yup, our new toy, smiling at the same time. I heard their conversation so much that I was nervous and my knees were shaking. New I'm new to teaching I guess I'm still unlucky I promised myself. Ma'am Cheska, don't pay attention to them. They are gangsters. That's what one of my students said. I came closer and bowed down. How many years have they been? That's their male person ohh I promise that it's almost a whisper. They are 23, ma'am. They are going back and forth. They are their servants. We are here in the room and if we don't obey, we will be punished. I was surprised by what he said, what kind of punishment will they award to their fellow students who are studying here. What's the use of the teachers here if it's not even a name Questions in my mind. Excuse me miss hot miss sexy Miss wet What the fuck Don't stop yelling at us Don't fight us anymore Because next time all the boys inside this room our touch all the parts of yours hmmm let me try He said as he approached Don't promise I'm in tears Ok but next time taste it with a smile They have come out since I apologized to my student I picked up all my things and was about to leave Ma'am please don't leave us Iwan ni Isa No one stays here since the opening. Until now, we haven't learned anything, they said. They are poor. I was saddened by what I found out, but I'm afraid to stay here any longer. Please miss cheska help us they promised at the same time Little by little I nodded because of their smile

"Who is the traitor to you?" I kindly asked the three men kneeling in front of me, I know them. they are the traitors in my company‚ even if I know the truth I want to ask them first, so it won't be boring. "No one to speak?" I raised the gun I was holding and pointed it at the man in the middle. "Sir" my staff called me but I ignored it. "Sir" he called again. "Sir! Sir Red is here!” shouted my staff, I immediately let go of the gun I was holding and ran out of the basement‚ fuck! what is he doing here? "B-babe‚ what are you doing here?" I asked nervously, he turned to me with his two hands behind his back. He approached me with a smile on his face, his smile. I know those smiles. “Ouch!” I complained because he slapped me, he didn't slap me hard. "What have you done Calix Damien?" he asked with raised eyebrows, making me swallow my own saliva. Fuck! I'm a killer but I'm very afraid of our red. "answer!" he shouted at me. “Um—” "Do you answer now?" he asked me with wide eyes. "Didn't you say" "Answer, that's the right answer. Now, you can go outside tonight!" he shouted at me and left in front of me, leaving me speechless. “Fuck” "Oh go ahead and swear, I'm going to lie in your mouth" he turned his gaze sharply at me. I wanted to complain but I chose to keep quiet, fuck! what is wrong with our man and I'm so scared of him? "You're nervous, sir, aren't you? Me too" my staff Aries whispered to me, even my staff are now afraid of him too

I'm looking at the cute guy in front of the cafe, he's with a girl. They're laughing, they look so closed together. I started staring at them coldly when suddenly that girl hugged him. fucking hell My jealousy heats up again! I was distance away from them so basically they won't see me. That girl..how dare she touch him! "W-wait! D-drix! Calm down!" He said as he tried to let go of my grip. After that girl left. He called me and said to catch him up at the cafe. I immediately went to him while staring at him blankly. He looked shocked when he saw me, he was about to say something but I just took his arm and pulled him through my car. And now I was on top of him. He looks so cute with his clothes earlier. Its making me crazy as fuck! Again and again. Seeing him smile is the thing I wanna see all the time. This cute boy of mine is mine and only mine! "Get off of me! Get off my back!" He said as he tried to push me. My baby is so cut. Damn it! "Stop staring at me like that! Look at me with your eyes!" He glared at me while saying those words. I chuckled because of his cuteness. "Why is it wrong to stare at you like that?" I said as I kissed his cheek. He's still glaring at me and I found it cute. I smirked when I felt that he stopped pushing me. Ha my baby's giving up so easily. I kissed him on the lips, it was just a peck and badly I want more than that. "I'm hungry. So will you please get off of me now?" he cutely said. This little guy..damn I can't handle his cuteness! Those fluffy cheeks of him, I wanna pinch it always! "Mkay you win" I sighed and got off of him. I stand out of the bed while he's smiling at me. So beautiful "Ha pano town you lose again" He said making me role my eyes at the air. "Are you jealous?" He asked while smiling playfully at me. Damn "Yeah in English jealousy." I said annoyed. While he laughed out loud making me annoyed even more. "Stop it already baby" I pouted when he laughed again. "Oum, okay Let's just eat" he said as he pulled me for a kiss. It was just a peck. That's what I wanted.

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him. It was all a lie. No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way. But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret. Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land. I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust. When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor. "Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier." My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back. How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers? I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit. "MARRY ME. NOW. $1 MILLION."

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

On our third anniversary, I stood outside a luxury restaurant, holding a limited-edition watch for my husband, Liam. Through the window, I saw him intimately wiping cream from the lips of his first love, Clara. Just as I realized the diamond bracelet on her wrist was the one he lied about, a violent cramp ripped through my eight-month pregnant belly, and blood soaked my dress. "Liam... I'm bleeding," I gasped into the phone in agony. "I'm not falling for these games," he coldly replied, hanging up as Clara laughed in the background. I almost died on the operating table during an emergency C-section, spending my first night as a mother completely alone. While my premature daughter fought for her life in the NICU, Liam was busy sleeping with Clara, eventually bringing her to my home to wear my bathrobe and drink from my glass. When my best friend confronted him, he confidently claimed I was just throwing a tantrum on a Caribbean vacation. He couldn't even recognize me when we crossed paths right in the hospital hallway. The man I loved was dead to me. He later called, demanding I come home to play the perfect pregnant wife for an important family dinner. I didn't cry, and I didn't ask for a simple divorce. Instead, I strapped on a hyper-realistic silicone pregnant belly and smiled. If they wanted the devoted, pregnant Sterling wife, I would give them the performance of a lifetime before burning their world to the ground.

Five years ago, Sienna made the most devastating mistake of her life: falling in love with Nikolai. What for the naive young assistant was an unforgettable week of passion was nothing more than a fleeting distraction for the cold-hearted Russian tycoon before he returned to Moscow. When Sienna discovered she was pregnant, she tried to reach out to him, only to be met with cold indifference. Alone and heartbroken, Sienna vanished to protect her daughter. Now, Nikolai was colder and more lethal than ever. But his frosty exterior began to crack when he crossed paths with a four-year-old girl in a restaurant, a girl with the same defiant gaze and unmistakable ice-blue eyes as his own. Convinced that Sienna hid his heir on purpose, Nikolai unleashed his fury. He issued her an unforgiving ultimatum: either she moved into his mansion under his rules, or he'd take the child away from her forever. He believed he'd trapped a compliant captive, but he was about to discover that the tender-hearted assistant he abandoned had become a fierce mother willing to do whatever it took for her child.

Seraphina Hayes went from a billionaire heiress to a desperate daughter overnight. To pay for her dying father's surgery, she stood in the freezing rain to beg her ex-boyfriend, Liam, for help. Instead of helping, Liam threw a check into a muddy puddle to humiliate her. Left with no way out, Seraphina was forced to sign a brutal marriage contract with Julian Sterling—a ruthless billionaire who also happened to be Liam's uncle. But her new husband treated her like a bought possession. At Liam's grand engagement party, Julian forced Seraphina to wear a scandalous diamond necklace and enter alone. Then, he walked in with his famous ex-girlfriend on his arm. The entire ballroom mocked Seraphina as a discarded clown. Liam pulled her onto the dance floor, grinning as he whispered in her ear. "When he's done with you, you can always come crawling back to me to be my mistress." She stood surrounded by cruel laughter, her pride shattered. Why did Julian spend hundreds of millions to save her family, only to publicly execute her dignity? Was she just a cheap prop for his twisted games? But they underestimated her. Seraphina didn't break down. She leaned in, her voice like ice. "You're just the piece of gum I scraped off my shoe this morning. Disgusting, and easily forgotten." Leaving Liam pale and stumbling, she walked out of the ballroom like an untouchable queen, unaware that her ruthless husband was watching from the balcony, a dangerous spark of genuine interest finally lighting up his eyes.

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.