Myla was about to leave her cold and stiff husband, but he got into an accident and lost his memory. With her in laws request she choose to stay to take care of her husband until he recovers.
I dried my wet hands before answering my mother-in-law's call.
"Hello, Mom?"
"Dear, come to St. John's Hospital right away," she instructed as soon as I answered.
"Um, why, Mom?"
"We'll be waiting for you there. We're on our way," she abruptly ended the call providing no details, causing my anxiety to intensify.
In my worry and haste, I reached for my wallet, which was resting on top of the refrigerator, without bothering to change my clothes.
I felt that my mother-in-law's call held significant importance, and I hoped it wasn't delivering bad news.
I hailed a taxi, and in under thirty minutes, I arrived at the hospital.
"Brother, what happened?" I inquired, addressing my husband's eldest sibling.
"It's Ivan-"
"What happened to him? What happened to my husband, brother?" I asked, tears streaming down my face as anxiety went through me and continued, "Where is he?"
"He's in the operating room; he had an accident after his car collided with a truck."
"My God!" I covered my mouth and couldn't hold back my sobs.
Oh, my God! I couldn't stop my legs from shaking, and I felt utterly lost. Ivan's sister hurried over to us and offered me a comforting hug.
The minutes dragged on as we anxiously awaited the medical team tending to Ivan. It felt like an endless wait. After a two-hour stretch, the door to the operating room finally swung open, and we approached the doctor, exiting the room.
"The operation was successful, but we need to monitor him in the ICU for the next twenty-four hours."
I struggled to comprehend the rest of the doctor's explanation. If the operation was successful, why did they have to transfer him to the ICU?
A little while later, I visited my husband in the ICU. A wave of sympathy washed over me as I saw him surrounded by various medical devices, with his vital signs being closely monitored.
They said comatose individuals can hear you, so I knew I should speak to him. I fell silent for a moment because my tears were uncontrollable. I gently held his hand and kissed the unbruised part of his forehead.
"Honey, please, fight, alright?" I bit my quivering lip. "You have to pull through." I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't hold back my sobs.
"If you wake up, I won't give you headaches anymore... I won't be jealous, and I won't argue with you anymore..."
There's a word I've been wanting to tell him, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.
"I love you so much, Ivan. I love you immensely."
Throughout the night, I kept watch over Ivan. His parents and siblings had promised to come the next day to relieve me from my vigil.
Sleep eluded me as my deep concern for him triggered a torrent of thoughts. What if he's gone for good?
I gently caressed his hair and gazed at him, dreading that it might be the last time I'd see his face. I committed the contours of his handsome features to memory, unsure if I'd ever have the chance to see them again.
I longed for him to wake up, to return to his former self, and for me to finally fade from his life.
Tears welled up once more. The mere thought of leaving his life was excruciating. It felt as though my heart, already shattered over the past year by one person.
Yet, despite it all, I still loved him deeply.
"If you can survive, I'll set you free. I'll allow you to be with the woman you love. I know you've desired this for a long time, but I clung stubbornly to our separation," I sighed. It felt like my words were strangling me as I uttered them.
I found it hard to believe that I had summoned the courage to utter those words. In the year we've spent together as a married couple, I can confidently say I've been a devoted wife. I've diligently attended to his needs, even though our relationship has never followed the conventional path of most married couples.
He harbored resentment towards me, resentful that I had seemingly stripped away his freedom and shattered his dreams. It was clear that he was disgusted by our situation.
Being an orphan since the age of fifteen, following my parents' tragic demise in a plane crash, I had no one else to turn to. Fortunately, Ivan's parents, who were close friends with mine, graciously took me in because none of my other relatives were willing to provide me with a home and care.
The first time I laid eyes on Ivan, I couldn't help but be drawn to him, even though he was seven years my senior. He was my first crush, my initial taste of love. At the time, he was twenty-two and already overseeing the family business. However, his heart belonged to Maureen, his girlfriend, and he was completely head over heels for her.
I concealed my feelings for him, even though I was aware that his parents and siblings knew about my affection for Ivan, but they never broached the subject.
How did we end up as a married couple?
A year ago, Ivan returned home drunk. I took care of him and helped him to his room. It was late at night, and the household staff had already retired for the evening.
I undressed him to make him more comfortable, but we ultimately ended up in bed together, marking my first time. I was well aware of his intoxicated state, but my vulnerable heart yielded to his warm embraces and sweet kisses. It was a first for me.
Exhausted and physically sore from our encounter, I drifted off to sleep beside him.
We awoke to the voices of his parents, discovering us together. I had not intended for them to find out, but sometimes, life takes unexpected turns.
At that moment, Ivan was furious with me. He accused me of taking advantage of him.
"You're so desperate. I hate you!" Those were the words that escaped his lips.
His parents were extremely angry with what he said, and I could do nothing but cry in the corner while holding the blanket wrapped around me.
That day, we promptly got married at his parents' insistence and signed the marriage contract.
We moved into a separate house, and the naïve me thought we would be happy, but we weren't. Not once did he appreciate me. He never even considered me his wife, yet, treated me like a slave. Despite that, I endured it, hoping that one day he would love me.
But it's been a year, and even though he doesn't express it, I haven't yet secured a place in his heart.
It's still Maureen. She was still the one who held his heart.
Beth was quiet and had no friends at their university. Reasons why she's being bullied. And her number one bully, is no other than his oh-so-hot neighbor, Kian. One day, she found herself in a dreadful situation. She had to choose between being Kian's woman or her scandal will be exposed. The next day, they are suddenly married.
Tahimik lang si Beth at walang kaibigan. Halos lahat ng estudyante sa university na pinapasukan niya ay binu-bully siya. And his number one bully was no other than his oh-so-hot neighbor, Kian. One day, she found herself in a dreadful situation. She was stock between, being Kian's woman or her scandal will be expose. Days later, they are suddenly. . . married
It was a big day for Camilla. She looked forward to marrying her handsome groom. Unfortunately, he abandoned her at the altar. He never showed up throughout the wedding. She was made a laughingstock in front of all the guests. In a fit of rage, she went and slept with a strange man on her wedding night. It was supposed to be a one-night stand. To her dismay, the man refused to let her be. He pestered her like she had stolen his heart on that night. Camilla didn't know what to do. Should she give him a chance? Or just stay away from men?
She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?
Endless caresses, endless kisses. Clinging to him as if her life depended on it, her body ached for more and she arched into the touch to receive more, more pleasure. "Oh darling, you taste so delicious, I can't get enough." He rubbed himself against her, telling her how much he wanted her, his deep, gruff voice resonating in her head. Her body also desired him. "Come for me, baby," He gave the order, and her body obeyed, following his command. "No!" she yelled, opening her eyes abruptly. Feeling confused and guilty, she gasped and sat up in bed. Scarlett's life takes an unexpected when she discovers that she is pregnant by a stranger with whom she had a one-night stand. She was humiliated and disowned by her parents. She ran away from the pack to start a new life. Will Scarlett find her way back to the father of her kids? What happens when he finds her and does everything possible to make her his? Will they scale through the challenges that life would throw at them? ***** Scarlett wakes up in bed with a stranger and doesn't even remember how she got there. She later discovers that the man she spent that night with was the Lycan King.
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
The night before her engagement, Valerie was tricked by her boyfriend and stepsister into spending the night with a stranger. After the night together, the man vanished. Later, her boyfriend accused her of cheating, revealing his affair with her stepsister. Pressured by her father, Valerie married an unconscious man in place of her stepsister. Valerie exposed the scheme, sabotaged her father’s ambitions, and transformed herself. When her husband woke and chased her to the airport, she calmly refused him, saying, "It's over between us." He held her firmly. "You married me, so you must commit."
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?