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.
Eliza Greer was abandoned by her mother, raised in an orphanage, and sold to the Burns family at 19. Even though she marries Mason Burns, the other people in the Burns family look down on her for her poor identity and want to try every way to bully her. Unexpectedly, they all failed. Eliza's hidden identities are gradually revealed in one incident after another, which astonishes everyone.
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"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
"Carroll Brown is dead! But you have to marry him in your sister's name." My mother said to me in a cold tone. My sister was engaged to the hottest billionaire. It should have been a perfect marriage. Unexpectedly, Carroll was dead in an accident. My sister didn't want to become a widow, so she forced me to marry her dead fiance. And I had no right to refuse her. Actually, I was the biological daughter of the Smith family. My sister was an adoptive one. My sister and I had been swapped at the hospital when we were just born. My parents had already had a deep relationship with her. So they chose to sacrifice me. On the wedding day, I was taken to the mourning hall. "Ma'am, please keep Master company and let him feel warm." The housekeeper said with a cold expression. I couldn't help but look up at the portrait above the coffin, and my heart skipped a beat at this glance. The man in the portrait was more handsome than the superstars in Hollywood. Carroll Brown? My dead husband? Wow, he was really handsome! I didn't know how long had passed when my stomach began to rebel. After one glance at the coffin, I swallowed my saliva and then begged with my fingers crossed. "Mr. Carroll, I'm starving! May I eat your pastries? You don't mind, do you?" "I do." "Ah!" Scared, I broke out in a cold sweat. My legs went limp, and I fell to the ground. I shouted, "Ghost!" Carroll curled his lips, leaned over, and touched the black coffin. "Mr. Carroll has risen from the dead. What do you think of this headline tomorrow?"