Ten years of marriage! Ann Balton thought she had married a perfect man. She didn't know that this man had personally forced her to death! He fooled with her feelings in the name of marriage, schemed her family property, and even destroyed the whole Balton family, just to get true love. A well planned murder brought her back to life ten years ago! In this life, she would destroy his reputation, his family, his lover and all those who had hurt her. She would make them pay a hundred times back! Therefore, the first thing she did after her rebirth was to refuse the bad man and marry the sworn enemy in her previous life and he is the big shot she should not provoke in this life! She had thought that their marriage was without love, but she didn't expect that she would be spoiled by the big shot after marriage.
"So what if I trap you in my closet and only let you go when they agree to not move?" My best friend, Kristin, asks while rubbing her chin like she has a beard. The blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty sat on my bed, looking up at the ceiling, naming off random ideas to keep me in San Diego.
"You already had that idea yesterday. And the day before, and the day before that," I look up thoughtfully at the ceiling stroking my imaginary beard, "and the day before that." I grin at Kristin who scowls back at me. I return her scowl with one of my own. "Now quit sitting around and doing nothing and help me pack the rest of my clothes."
She flips her mid-back length hair over her shoulder and looks toward the mighty heap of clothes that are piled on the floor right in front of the closet. "Only if I can help you throw away some of that crap you call clothing."
"It's not crap, it's just used." I respond defensively. I worked hard for my clothing. Going to work at the Starbucks that was only a few miles away from my house had its benefits such as being able to walk to and from, and getting a bunch of coffee. However, one of its benefits was not its pay. Working six days a week from when school got out at 2:30 until I had to get home and do that days homework at seven. I was lucky to even have these clothes.
"Please Evie, this stuff is so used my dog wouldn't want to use it to wipe its butt." Kristin said holding one of my favorite shirts, a blue Doctor Who shirt. She flung it behind her only for it to hit the wall and land of the bed.
"Hey," I jump up from my position on the floor in between the pile of clothes and my empty suitcase, "I happen to love that shirt thank you very much. And I wouldn't even let your dog go near this shirt let alone let him wipe his butt with it." I snatch the shirt from my bed and throw it into my opened suitcase.
"Whatever." Kristin rolls her eyes at my unhealthy love with the shirt. She stands up from her position on my bed and plops herself down next to my mountain of clothes. Her hands dive into my pile and start flinging items of clothing into my suitcase.
"Alright, keep doing what you're doing, just make sure everything fits in the suitcase. I'm going to go grab all my bathroom stuff." I say, heading out of my room to the bathroom that's across the hall. I look into the mirror and sigh. I look too pale, and too skinny. My dark green eyes are tired and lack their usual shine. I sigh again and grab my brush from its place on the counter next to the sink. Running my fingers through my deep brown hair before my brush goes through, I try to style it like Kristin's hair. It never works, and I wish, yet again, that I had Kristin's hair. Apart from one thing that I love about my hair. I move my head back and forth making the light shine different parts of my hair. All of a sudden, the red in my hair makes an appearance and turn my hair from its boring brown color, to an exotic, deep red color.
"What's taking so long?" Kristin shouts from across the hall, irritation clear in her voice. I grin to the mirror, an idea coming to my head. I silently turn around, take a couple of tip-toed steps out into the hall. I take aim, and throw my brush straight at Kristin's head.
"Ouch! What the hell was that for?" She turns to look at me from her position in my room, rubbing the spot the brush hit her. I smile my pearly whites at her and in return get eye daggers. I hold up my hands so that they create a heart with her in the middle. Kristin's gaze softens and she smiles her pearly whites back at me, holding up her hand with her middle finger pointed straight at me.
"Love you darlin'." I say sweetly, still holding up my hand heart.
Kristin puts down her finger, "Love you too. Which is why I think kidnapping you and hiding you in my closet is a great idea. I mean, you love San Diego and I love you so it works out nicely for everyone."
"Except for my family," I respond, walking back into the bathroom, "they won't be happy if they have to leave their only daughter in San Diego while they go to live on the border of Washington and Canada. In the middle of freaking nowhere."
"Exactly! You don't even know the name of the town you're moving to!" Kristin shouts. I sigh, agreeing with her in my head.
"It's Harbor something, or something Harbor. I'm not sure. Now quit distracting me, I need to focus solely on packing all my bathroom stuff." I say as I grab my Dove lotion in one hand. In my other hand, I grab my blue and purple toothbrush and my Crest minty fresh toothpaste. Under my arm is my black bathroom bag that was supposed to hold all my bathroom stuff. I doubt it could even hold half of all my bathroom stuff.
Walking into my room, I sit down next to Kristin. Looking at my pile of clothes, I notice it had shrunken and the pile in my suitcase had grown. "Make sure all of the clothes actually fit in the suitcase." I tell her as I open my bathroom bag and place the lotions, toothbrush and toothpaste in it.
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
[Cute Baby + Secret Identity + Powerful hero and heroine!] Caroline loved Damian with all her heart for five whole years. She devoted herself to him and lived humbly for his sake. However, when the couple faced a crisis, she hoped that the news of her pregnancy would fix their marriage, but what she got in return was just a divorce agreement. And to make things worse, while she was about to give birth, she had fallen into someone's trap and her life was in danger. After managing to survive such a harrowing experience, she was determined to cut all ties with the man. Five years later, she re-emerged with her head held high, being the CEO of a famous company. Those who used to bully her now got a taste of their own medicine. And the truth about the past gradually surfaced... Dazzled by Caroline's newfound confidence, her ex-husband wanted to get back together with her, but she just turned a blind eye to his advances. Damian pleaded desperately, "Honey, our baby needs both his parents. Please remarry me!"
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
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?
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"