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.
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.