The daughter of a very rich billionaire seemed to have everything going on well for her, except a promising relationship. Just when she thought she had found the right man - Richard, she got to know his true identity - he was poor, and below her social status. Even though, Richard had all that she wanted in a man, she broke her relationship with him, because he was poor, and not in anyway close to her status. But in the long run, she found Richard irresistible. Jessica got married to Richard against her family's wishes, but her family made life miserable for Richard, until the both of them got separated, and Jessica married her ex-boyfriend, who happened to be her family's desire. The relationship between the two was hell for Jessica, until Jessica got to know that her ex-boyfriend was behind her father's death, and also a wicked enemy to the family. She separated from him, and went in search of Richard. But now, Richard's status had changed. Will he accept Jessica back, and what will happen to Jessica's ex-boyfriend?
It was another day at work. I woke up feeling very tired and exhausted from the previous day's work, but I just had to squeeze myself out of bed. It was going to be another hectic day. The company was working on a certain project that involved proper documentation. Since I began work as the Legal Manager at The Legends, one of the largest Law firms in the whole of Hatwick City, I decided to always prove myself diligent and up to the task, to be promoted in no time.
I arrived at The Legends in no time and climbed upstairs to my office. Inside my office is a dark walnut bookcase lining the entire left-hand wall. There is a black leather sofa with a fur rug over the back and an Indian blanket draped over the arm. There is a television on the shelf to the left, but it is only used for XM radio. My chair is Captain style on wheels with leather seat and back. To the left behind me is another bookshelf on top of a matching file cabinet. The ceiling fan keeps the air blowing in an otherwise enclosed space.
I sat down to begin work, and before I knew it, time was far spent. I remembered to get something from the room next to my office. In no time, I walked out of the room that housed our network server, plotter and printers, and into the foyer of our large office suite. Then I met the Manager of The Legends, George Harrison, who gave me a grin.
"Hey, Boss, I was about to call you. It's 3:45 pm, time for you to act like a sheep herder and get the flock out of here."
I chuckled when he called me Boss. Yes, I was the Legal Manager of the Company, and I was in charge of the office staff; but George was the Company's Manager. George was organized, efficient, and didn't take any shit from anyone, me included. He was also loyal to the extreme; I knew everything he did, whether I liked it or not, was in my best interest. Working with George, a widower and father, seems like one of the best things happening to me.
"I'll tidy up work for today and hand over those documents to the Secretary, and I'm out of here," I said breezily.
I was in a rush to leave because it was my anniversary, and I had big plans for my handsome husband.
Before George could reply with his usual smart-assed remark, the heavily tinted front glass door swung inward and a man wearing a neatly pressed light-weight black suit walked in from the bright sunlight. The tall man came straight up to me and spoke before I could introduce myself.
"Are you Sandra Douglas?" he asked.
I nodded.
"You can call me Sandra. Now how can I help you?" I replied.
While I was still talking and smiling at him, he didn't seem to give a corresponding response; instead, he slapped a manila envelope into my palm.
"Mrs Douglas, you have been served," he intoned sonorously.
He tapped the brown envelope and continued,
"This is a petition for the dissolution of the marriage between you and Martinez Douglas."
Then he placed two smaller business-sized envelopes in my paw.
"This envelope contains an order of protection enjoining you from contacting or approaching Martinez Douglas. And finally, this is a note from him and the key to unit seventeen at the U-Store on Fifth Street. All your personal items are already there, except for a duffle bag of items he thought you might need immediately. That bag is in the back of your truck."
When the man was done speaking, he spunned around and departed, leaving me devastated. I looked down at the envelopes in my hand, and the significance of them hit me like a ton of real bricks. A wave of vertigo swept over me, and I sank into the chair by George's desk. The next thing I remember is George pressing a pill into my hand and handing me a cup of water.
"Here, take this," he ordered.
I took the tablet from him and gave him a questioning look.
"Xanax," he answered my unasked question.
I nodded and popped the pill, swallowing it with a slug of water. Then with shaking hands, I opened the envelope with the note from Martinez and started reading. The note was short and to the point.
Sandra,
I know this comes as a shock to you, but after much considerable thought, I decided that this was the best way to handle things: a clean break with no histrionics.
First of all, I want you to know that I am not doing this out of malice and that I bear no ill will. It is just time for me to move on. I have hopes and dreams that, sadly, don't include you. But the truth is, you've always known that my feelings for you weren't as strong as yours for me. I hope you love me enough to agree and let me go.
Be well, Sandra, you are a good woman.
Fondly,
Martinez
I read the note twice, not believing my eyes the first time I read it. After the second pass, I handed the flimsy sheet of paper to George and watched his reaction as he scanned it. When he finished, his eyes lasered in on mine.
"You had no idea this was coming?" He asked incredulously.
I shook my head dumbly.
"Not ... a ... clue," I answered.
It was his turn to shake his head as he handed the note back to me.
"Springing this on you on your anniversary is possibly the most wicked thing I've ever heard of," He said angrily.
I nodded. On that I could say, we were in complete agreement.
As soon as he said that, George stood up from his desk, fished his car keys out of his purse and grabbed my arm.
"Come on, you are staying at my place tonight. I'm not about to leave you alone," he ordered.
I did not argue with him, because I knew the alternative was sitting at a bar and feeling depressed and sorry for myself - or worse. I did protest when George insisted on me riding with him, but in the end, I grabbed the duffle bag the process server had put into the bed of my truck and got in his three-year-old Toyota Camry. George was quiet on the ride to his house, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Those thoughts went way back to when this all started.
The daughter of a very rich billionaire seemed to have everything going on well for her, except a promising relationship. Just when she thought she had found the right man - Richard, she got to know his true identity - he was poor, and below her social status. Even though, Richard had all that she wanted in a man, she broke her relationship with him, because he was poor, and not in anyway close to her status. But in the long run, she found Richard irresistible. Jessica got married to Richard against her family's wishes, but her family made life miserable for Richard, until the both of them got separated, and Jessica married her ex-boyfriend, who happened to be her family's desire. The relationship between the two was hell for Jessica, until Jessica got to know that her ex-boyfriend was behind her father's death, and also a wicked enemy to the family. She separated from him, and went in search of Richard. But now, Richard's status had changed. Will he accept Jessica back, and what will happen to Jessica's ex-boyfriend?
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
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?"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.