"I hate you, Emily. You're only in my life to ruin it! You seduced me and made me have a one-night stand with you!" he smirked, then continued, "You are just a toy, a rag doll. Our relationship is oblivious to the word 'love'," he noted, walking away and slamming the door. I cuddled the pillows, drenching them with tears. When Emily's one-night stand turns out to be her new boss, Regan, she is initially excited to have married one of the richest men in Texas. But her happiness is short-lived when she discovers Regan's dark secret: he was the murderer of her parents. Now, Emily has two choices; To pretend she doesn't know Regan's dark past or To run and get trailed by the assassins who want Regan dead. Which will she choose? How will she cope, knowing fully well that she was in love with the man that murdered her parents
Emily's point of view
I stood in the poorly illuminated room, my heart beating wildly as I stared at the candle casting shadows on the wall. The flames struggled against the darkness.
"I hope he likes this," I mumbled, my voice cracking with fear. I shut my eyes, trying to steady my breath, anticipating his arrival.
My eyes ran across the room, from the candles arranged in a heart shape to the roses hanging on the walls.
My hand slowly ran to my slightly rounded belly and I clutched it, my body shaking uncontrollably. Tonight, I was going to tell him about the baby, the little life in me. I hoped it would kindle the tiniest emotion in him. He was toxic, cold-hearted, and arrogant, but I hoped the news of the baby would touch his stone-cold heart.
Suddenly, I heard the screeching of his tires as he drove into the parking slot. I could feel tears race down my face, my lips trembling uncontrollably.
A few minutes later, the door flung open, his dark silhouette emerging as he stood in the doorway. There he was, the monster I had signed a contract to marry.
"What is this?" he asked, his voice cold as ice.
"H...Happy birthday...Regan," I stammered, my voice quivering.
"Birthday, huh?" he scoffed, slowly closing the door behind him, his eyes fixated on me. A wild grin spread across his lips, sending shivers down my spine.
My steps trembled as I moved backward slowly.
"It's your birthday, I decided to surprise you," I said, wearing an awkward smile. What was he thinking? Why was he acting like this?
As he walked closer to me, his rough palm fingers rubbed against the candle wick, plunging us into darkness.
"I am impressed," he said as I leaned against the wall, it was obvious there was no room to escape. I couldn't help but regret not escaping the night of my wedding.
My knuckles were white, my face pale as if I had seen a ghost. Every instinct screamed at me to run, but I stood my ground, shaking as I tried to fight the waves of fear which threatened to drown me.
He walked close to the nightstand where the cake was kept.
"This is for me? I feel loved," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He tossed the cake to the other side of the room. I heard it slam into the silver-coated mirror on the wall, the glassy fragments of the mirror spreading across the room.
"Regan," I called, my voice barely audible as I panted, gasping for breath.
The wild grin on his face vanished as he walked close to me, the warm breath from his nostrils brushing against my body and forcing goosebumps to appear.
"Emily, it seems you have forgotten your place," he whispered, his eyes piercing into mine. I shut my eyes as he spoke.
"What do you think you are? My wife?" he scoffed. "You think I want to spend the rest of my life with a classless lady from the countryside, huh?" he paused, observing my facial expression. Of course, fear was etched on it.
"I just want you to be happy," I forced myself to say.
"Damn it!" he roared in anger, his knuckles colliding with the wall aggressively.
"You don't care one bit about me, all you want is the damn money! Take these feigned feelings to the garbage, will you?"
He laughed coldly before he continued, "I hate you, Emily. You're only in my life to ruin it! You seduced me and made me have a one-night stand with you!" He smirked, then continued, "You are just a toy, a rag doll. Our relationship is oblivious to the word 'love'," he noted, walking away from me.
His words shattered my heart; he was right. My eyes fluttered open, my vision blurry as tears welled up.
"But I'm pregnant," I said, clutching my lips in fear. My words halted his movement and he whirled in my direction, his eyes widening.
"You are pregnant?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
I nodded slowly, afraid of his next action.
He exhaled loudly, "Get rid of the baby." His voice was firm, "I am not ready to father a baby, especially your baby," he mumbled, pllacing emphasis on 'your'.
He walked out, slamming the door behind him.
I cuddled my body, drenching myself in tears. I was tired of his toxic love, I could still hear the warnings of my friends ringing in my head, I wished I had heeded their warnings.
Grabbing my keys from the nightstand, I bolted out of the room. I needed to clear my head. My heels echoed off the polished marble floor as I ran out of the sitting room and into my car.
The car roared to life and I zoomed off, his words constantly ringing in my ears. I pulled up at the bar's parking lot.
The bar door swung open and I rushed to the counter.
"Whiskey," I said, my voice raspy. This was one of the many nights where I would drown myself with hot drinks, escaping the realities of life.
Annette, the bartender, poured the whiskey into my glass and I gulped it down hungrily, unfazed by the eyes of some of the patrons on me.
"Another!" I ordered, tears racing down my face. I was aware this attitude of getting drunk would hurt my baby, but I didn't care. I wasn't ready to embrace the warm arms of sleepless nights while thinking of Regan.
"Are you sure?" Annette asked, her voice full of concern.
Her words flared my temper and I clenched my fist.
"I said another!" I bellowed, my voice low and threatening.
She gave me a quick nod and filled my glass. Her eyes were fixed on me, watching me drink the whiskey with a vacant expression.
After the sixth cup, I stood, paid my bills, and staggered a little as I walked to the door.
"Do you need help?" one of the patrons asked, walking over to me.
"I'm fine, mind your business," I said, my voice harsh.
I walked to my car, zooming off even when the security protested.
Weaving through the traffic, I could still hear Regan's voice torturing and tormenting me.
"You act like you care about me, but you don't. You are just a hungry girl who wants to sabotage my career!" I could hear him yell whenever I offered to help him.
Perhaps that's what you get when you fall deeply in love with the wrong person.
"Watch out!" I heard someone scream, the voice jolting me back to reality. My car was speeding, heading in the direction of a little girl who stood in the middle of the road.
I tried to avoid her and my car drove off the road, skidding into the woods and colliding with a tree.
The last thing I remembered were the muffled sounds of passersby as they raced to me, shaking my body violently.
Slowly, my eyes grew heavy, tears rushing down, and everything became pitch black. Perhaps death was the only way to whisk me out of the horrible experiences, the pain I had gone through ever since I lost my parents, the torment. Well, this was it, exactly what I had prayed for.
How about I take you back to the beginning, when it all started
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She was a diamond covered by ashes.... King Dakota was known as the most Powerful Alpha King of all times - more powerful than any other King that had ruled from his lineage. He was cold hearted, introverted and dangerous in anger. Cursed by the Moon goddess, King Dakota had to get married to three wives all in search of a male child that would become his heir, but it was impossible as the curse would only let his wives bear she -wolves. But on a different day, the King meets a lady who offends him and as a punishment, he took her home as his fourth wife. Her name was Shilah. Shilah was a powerless wolf and as a result, was disregarded and intimidated by all. But, when she begins to do things that the King had never felt for years, he began to wonder who she really was. Slowly, she crawled her way into his icy heart and turned out to be something nobody ever expected - a storm.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"