"Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!" The first thing Brenda did after divorcing Miguel was to seduce his arch-rival and become his fiancée. Brenda rubbed her new relationship in her ex-husband's face. She made sure to get on his nerves because of how he treated her while they were married. Miguel couldn't catch a break from her constant taunting. While she came at him for everything he got, her secret identities were exposed one after the other. She's the world's most famous pianist? The well-known Designer Elan? And also the mysterious investor? How can one person be so excellent? Unbelievable! Miguel was shocked to the bone to find out that he didn't know all these about her before now. Brenda wasn't a leech like he always thought. She was his dream woman. Could he get her back? Unbeknown to Miguel, another shocker was waiting for him...
When Brenda Sanchez left the court, she had two divorce certificates in her hands. However, she was unusually calm.
They had been married for more than three years. Was she sad about the divorce?
Of course, she was. But there was more relief.
Her ex-husband, Miguel Hamilton, didn't love her. Even when he drank too much last night and made love to her for the first time, the name he called was the one of another woman.
Suppressing her depression, Brenda stood by the side of the road and hailed a taxi. After a while, a black Rolls-Royce pulled up in front of her. Through the half-open window, she saw the cold eyes of a handsome man sitting in the driver's seat.
Rich and charming-the perfect description of Miguel.
"The hospital has issued another critical illness notice for Veronica. Come with me to the hospital," he said indifferently after sparing her a glance.
Veronica Ballard. It was that name again!
Even if they had divorced, that name was still bothering her.
"What if I refuse, Mr. Hamilton?" Her voice was soft, but Brenda was no longer as obedient as before.
Miguel frowned. This woman, who used to listen to him, was now blatantly defying him on the first day of their divorce.
Slowly, he raised his cold eyes and stared at her. "Have you forgotten about the current situation of your family? Or do you need me to remind you of the person who caused the car accident that made Veronica injured?"
Brenda's heart sank. She didn't care if her family was going bankrupt, but she wouldn't forget about the car accident three years ago.
At that time, her younger brother, Victor Sanchez, had been in the car with Veronica for some reason. After the accident, Veronica was seriously injured, and Victor didn't want to explain anything about it. Not surprisingly, he was charged with aggravated assault. So at the moment, he was still in prison.
There was one more month left before he would be released.
"If you want Victor to stay longer in prison..." Miguel's eyes darkened as if he was implying something serious would happen.
Brenda was defeated by him with just a few words.
"Fine, I'll go."
She clenched her fists and took a deep breath. Expressionless, she opened the back seat door and got in.
Miguel drove his car to the hospital at a fast speed. It wasn't hard to tell that he cared a lot about Veronica.
Brenda squeezed her palms so hard that blood oozed out of them.
When the car stopped at the gate of the hospital, Brenda got out and slammed the door hard. Lifting her head, she met Miguel's stare and said, "But this is going to be the last time."
Miguel's dark eyes were as cold as ice. He looked at her receding petite body. He was surprised that this docile kitten had suddenly shown her claws and bared her teeth.
After the blood donation, Brenda clutched her arm; her face was pale. She had anemia and was afraid of blood, but she had never told anyone about this.
Back then, her parents, Louis Sanchez and Penelope Sanchez, knelt before her and begged her to save Victor. They said her blood was Rh-negative. As long as she was willing to donate her blood to Veronica, Victor would definitely be saved.
Brenda didn't have a good relationship with her parents. They cared about her brother more than her. However, Victor treated her well. She had once encountered a bully at school. He kept her behind him and protected her like an adult. "Brenda, you go first. I'm not afraid of them!"
By the time she got help and went back to the alley, he was already lying there covered in blood.
Because of this, Penelope beat her hard with a belt.
For the sake of Victor, Brenda agreed to donate her blood to Veronica. But she had one additional request, and it was to marry Miguel. The reason was simple. She loved him deeply and had always buried her feelings for him in the depths of her heart.
Soon, she arrived at Ward 402. The patient's name, Veronica Ballard, was displayed on the door. After pausing for a second, she turned the doorknob.
Although the woman on the bed was having an infusion, her face wasn't wan. She didn't look like someone who was seriously ill.
"Why are you here? Where is Miguel?" she asked in an unfriendly tone.
"Your Miguel loves you so much. Why are you afraid that he will run away?" Taking a few steps closer, Brenda took out the divorce certificate from her bag and showed it to her. "Veronica, I have divorced him. This is the last time I donate my blood to you. From now on, it has nothing to do with me or Victor whether you are alive or dead."
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
After five years of marriage, my husband is always absent on my birthday. No gifts, no blessings. He said, "I've given you the money, buy whatever you want." But he started preparing for Fiona's birthday half a month in advance. He said, "She's different, she only has me." As the sole survivor of a unexpected fire, he has been heartbroken for over a decade. Watching Fiona in Moments holding a cake and kissing his face. I slowly commented. 【Just this useless person, I'm giving him to you.】
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."
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"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?"
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!