"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."
Brenna lived with her adoptive parents for twenty years, enduring their exploitation. When their real daughter appeared, they sent Brenna back to her true parents, thinking they were broke. In reality, her birth parents belonged to a top circle that her adoptive family could never reach. Hoping Brenna would fail, they gasped at her status: a global finance expert, a gifted engineer, the fastest racer... Was there any end to the identities she kept hidden? After her fiancé ended their engagement, Brenna met his twin brother. Unexpectedly, her ex-fiancé showed up, confessing his love...
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping to finally meet her mysterious husband. To her astonishment, he sent her a text message, unexpectedly pleading for a divorce without ever having met her in person. Gritting her teeth, Stella replied, "So be it. Let’s get a divorce!" Following that, Stella made a bold move and joined the Prosperity Group, where she became a public relations officer that worked directly for the company’s CEO, Matthew. The handsome and enigmatic CEO was already bound in matrimony, and was known to be unwaveringly devoted to his wife in private. Unbeknownst to Stella, her mysterious husband was actually her boss, in his alternate identity! Determined to focus on her career, Stella deliberately kept her distance from the CEO, although she couldn't help but notice his deliberate attempts to get close to her. As time went on, her elusive husband had a change of heart. He suddenly refused to proceed with the divorce. When would his alternate identity be uncovered? Amidst a tumultuous blend of deception and profound love, what destiny awaited them?
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."