My boyfriend went bankrupt and wants to break up with me. I don't agree. He said, "Well, are you brave enough to get married to me?"
My boyfriend went bankrupt and broke up with me.
I disagreed.
He said, "Then do you dare to apply for a marriage license with me?"
1
I got married to Evan Bradley.
Coming out of the marriage registration office, I'm so nervous that my hands were trembling.
Did I really just get married like that?
And to a man who just gone bankrupt and whom I had only been on seven dates with.
"Do you regret it?" Evan asked, raising an eyebrow as he noticed that I was distracted.
I was hesitating about how to answer this tricky question when my mom called in.
"Madeline, I heard from your dad that Mr. Bradley's company went bankrupt and he was in debt. You haven't done anything with his son, right?"
Blushing, I glanced at the man in front of me and whispered, "No."
"Good. Break up with him now, do you hear?" My mom said.
"Okay." I replied. I was suddenly hesitated to take him home.
"And if he asks you for money, don't borrow it!" My mom didn't notice my hesitation and warned me again.
"Got it." I said.
Feeling guilty, I hung up the phone, When I looked up, I met Evan's joking gaze.
With my mom's loud voice, he must have heard everything she just said.
"Shall we go back in? This time, I'll pay for it." Evan said.
"Do you... do you still have money in your account?" I asked tentatively.
"Yes," Evan replied calmly.
"How much?" I added.
"About five million dollars," he said after thinking for a moment, but didn't seem very certain.
"So much?" I said. I was a bit surprised; even after going bankrupt, he still had so much money.
He looked at me as if I were a fool and said, "The bank frozen it all. I can't withdraw anything."
After saying that, he took out his wallet to show me, apart from several cards, there was only a crisp new ten dollars note inside.
"I only have enough cash to afford a divorce fee." He said.
I had nothing more to say. Just kept silent.
He was in such a tough sledding. If I let him pay, what kind of person would I be?
"Can it be unfrozen?" I asked without hope.
As expected, he looked at me with a hint of pity and said, "I still owe the bank a one billion."
"How... how much?" I asked, shocked. I almost bit my tongue, wondering if I was hearing things.
He didn't answer directly but changed his tone, saying, "Besides the bank, I also turning to private lenders for a loan and owe suppliers. It should add up to over 3 billion."
"Do you need me to help repay it?" I asked.
Looking at the balance in my bank account, I suddenly felt that marrying him was a hasty decision.
Should I let him find a rich woman instead?
"No need." He said. He patted my head and smiled. "Just provide a place to stay." He added.
"Oh ok." I said.
2
As we passing by the subway station, I got him a transit card and loaded it with 200 dollars, handing it to him.
He didn't take it.
Blushing, I explained, "We'll take the bus back later."
The bus to my rented place had a direct route from here, and it only cost 80 cents with the card.
The subway fare was 3 dollars, no discounts available.
Saving 2.20 dollars might be a drop in the ocean, but every penny counts.
"No need." He said. He calmly took the card and put it in his pocket, saying, "I'll have someone come to pick me up."
"Is it a friend?" I asked. During our dates, he introduced me to several friends, each time a different people.
They seemed like fair-weather friends, always drinking or playing cards. I didn't expect that they could continue to hang out together after his bankruptcy.
Maybe I underestimated their friendship.
"A creditor," he smiled and said, looking indifferent.
I was speechless. I really did underestimate them.
The car arrived quickly, and the person who came to pick him up was a man in his thirties wearing glasses.
He was respectful to Evan and didn't mention the debt during the ride.
As we neared home, Evan suddenly asked the driver to stop the car.
"Is there any money in the card?" Evan asked.
The man in glasses turned around, looking fearful. "Evan, you still owe me 20 million dollars from last time!" "Add it to the tab, I will pay it back next time." Evan said and extended his hand.
The man reluctantly opened his wallet, pulled out a card, and handed it over, saying, "Use it sparingly."
Evan ignored him and pulled me out of the car.
I was a bit nervous, unsure why he suddenly borrowed money. I whispered to him, "My salary is 9, 500 dollars. If we budget carefully, it's enough for us to live on."
With over three billion dollars in debt, what's another hundred thousand?
This was a debt incurred after our marriage, making it a joint liability!
Evan paused for a moment, then patted my head and said, "I just want to buy you a wedding ring. From now on, I'll listen to you."
His reminder made me realize that in our rush to marry, we hadn't even bought rings.
"I'll pay for the ring. Return the card to him," I insisted saying.
Evan remained silent appearing hesitant.
The man with glasses chimed in, advising, "Miss, let him buy the ring. He's already in debt for over three billion; a few hundred thousand more won't matter."
His word sound so reasonable, I have nothing to say.
With the creditor's permission, Evan confidently took me to the jewelry department of a shopping mall.
3
After purchasing the wedding ring, Evan looked displeased, thinking the diamond ring I chose was too cheap.
Looking at the 88, 000 dollars diamond ring on my left hand's ring finger, I felt that he had a skewed understanding of the word "cheap."
Fortunately, after my insistence, he wore the ring.
Now, those flirty types women outside should know this bachelor was off the market.
4
Back home, Evan took a few phone calls.
He stood straight on the balcony, and I vaguely heard him discussing matters regarding houses and cars.
It seemed all his assets were being auctioned off to pay debts.
I wasn't worried. If he could owe so much, he could surely repay it.
After all, he was a top student from a prestigious university, the kind of 'model child' my parents always admired.
After his calls, I had finished washing the vegetables and was about to start cooking.
He took over, saying, "Living in your place, eating your food, let me handle the chores."
"Okay." I didn't argue. As someone who had been single for 26 years, my cooking skills were abysmal.
I usually ordered takeout for meals, and the groceries in the fridge were still from when my mother bought them last time.
I had experienced Evan's cooking skills during our third date.
That time he drove his luxury car worth over five million dollars, took me to his apartment, and cooked for me.
That night, he coaxed me to stay over, but I nervously declined.
By the sixth date, I felt we were from different worlds.
I hesitated about whether to break up with him or not.
Then he went bankrupt.
At this point, breaking up would seem somewhat unethical.
His provocation let us to get married first, feeling like we were in a dream.
"What are you thinking about?" Evan asked and nudged me with his hip.
"Nothing." I replied, I quickly turned my head, avoiding his probing gaze.
He picked up a piece of freshly stir-fried bok choy and offered it to me, saying, "Try it. Is it salty?"
I opened my mouth, feeling both shy and nervous.
"Not salty." I said.
"Really?" He looked at my lips suspiciously and said, "Let me taste."
"Okay." I replied.
As soon as I spoke, he suddenly cupped my chin with one hand and leaned in...
5
As we kissed, Evan suddenly embraced me tightly.
His warm breath brushed against my ear, saying, "A bit salty."
My face flushed instantly, and I instinctively pushed him away, but he lifted me and placed me on the dining table.
"Let's skip dinner, okay?" He asked. He gazed at me intensely.
I felt my toes rubber. I had experienced Evan's charm before.
Except for our first date, he was always prim and proper.
On other dates, he would flirt relentlessly.
Part of the reason I hesitated to break up was that I couldn't handle his advances.
I was afraid that one day, I would let my guard down and lose my ground.
Marlee Quinn always said, "Don't let men get too comfortable; keep them on their toes."
I couldn't quite tell who was leading whom between Evan and me.
At that moment, his thumb gently brushed against my lips. Seeing that I remained silent, he deliberately lowered his voice and asked, "Even after we're married, you still won't let me get close?"
What a tricky question! How was I supposed to answer that?
I decided not to answer at all and instead touched my stomach, saying, "I'm hungry. Let's eat first."
He didn't move, his body still pressed against mine.
"I'm really hungry," I emphasized, giving him a little kick with my foot.
He slowly straightened up, adjusted my collar, and smiled, saying, "I'll fry some shredded potatoes."
Once Evan left, I felt like my breathing became easier.
Watching him busy in the kitchen filled me with an indescribable sense of contentment and happiness.
Just then, my phone rang. Seeing the caller mane, I picked up the phone and went to the bedroom to answer it.
"Marlee, have you seen the news? Evan has gone bankrupt!" Marlee's excited voice came through the phone without reservation.
"He told me." I replied in a low voice.
"Then what are you waiting for? Go get him!" Marlee said. Marlee was even more excited than I was about Evan's bankruptcy.
"Uh..." I was trying to figure out how to tell her the big news about our marriage certificate.
"He's been your dream guy since you were little, Evan! Even if he's bankrupt, a fallen giant is still formidable. He must have transferred his assets long ago," Marlee analyzed confidently and said.
I couldn't bear to tell her that my dream guy was not only broke but also in debt for over three billion.
"Listen to me, Madeline. Take advantage of his current frustrated and get him. Who knows, he might make a comeback someday." Marlee said.
"He doesn't seem too upset." I finally managed to interject.
I didn't know how others would react after going bankrupt, but Evan was absolutely calm.
Owing three billion or thirty dollars seemed to make no difference to him.
"Not being upset is a good sign! Evan must have a stash somewhere. Maybe he's testing if you're after his money! You know, rich people have this quirk of suspecting others..." Marlee said.
Her words were getting more and more outrageous, so I quickly hung up the phone before it turned into a brainless soap opera.
Marlee was a good friend, not only imaginative but also fond of making up stories.
Once she started, it could go on for half an hour or even longer.
I sent her a message on Whatsapp, "I'm with Evan. We'll talk later."
She thoughtfully replied with an emoji of someone pouncing on another.
I glanced at the closed bedroom door, thinking, who knew who would pounce on whom!
6
After dinner, I hid in the bedroom.
His gaze was too intense, making me feel uncomfortable throughout the meal.
He kept serving me food, urging me to eat more, and occasionally even used his hand to wipe away imaginary bits of food from my lips.
He was relentless in his playful teasing!
I picked up a book and sat on the bedroom balcony, flipping through some pages. The sound of him cleaning up in the kitchen was distracting, making me feel a bit flustered.
I decided to open the window for some fresh air. Just as I opened it, Evan walked in.
I was immediately stunned.
"Go take a shower," he said calmly, as if this were his own home.
"You... you go first." I swallowed and refused.
He gave me a casual glance and then went into the bathroom.
My bedroom came with an attached bathroom, featuring a semi-transparent glass door. His silhouette was faintly visible, making me want to cover my eyes, but curiosity got the better of me.
It seemed like there was no avoiding it tonight.
Besides, we were already married; he was practically family now. Maybe I didn't need to guard my territory anymore...
Evan showered quickly and came out wrapped in a towel.
I watched him, my face blushed and heart beats, "Aren't you going to put on some clothes?" I asked.
"They were seized by the court." Evan replied.
Would the court really seize personal belongings like clothes? Was he trying to fool me like I was some naive girl?
"Why didn't you say so before you showered?" I questioned.
"Didn't we agree that after buying the wedding ring, I'd listen to my wife?" he replied calmly.
I was at a loss for words, so I turned my head away from him.
"Should I have someone bring me some clothes?" He asked. Evan walked over and gently embraced me from behind.
"Aren't they all seized?" I retorted.
"There are still the creditors, aren't there?" He said. Evan's wet hair brushed against my neck, adding, "I could have them bring me new ones."
"Give your creditors a break," I said, feeling sorry for them. These days, it seemed like those in debt were as shameless as he was!
"If I don't give them something to do, they'll think I've run away." Evan replied.
With that, he scooped me up, and before I reacted it, I was laid on the bed. His breath was so close, and I heard his gentlemanly inquiry, "Are you sure you don't need a shower?"
"Yes, I do!" I said.
7
After more than half an hour in the shower, I came out only to be pinned down on the bed by Evan for a kiss.
Realizing that this man was now my legitimate husband and deeply in debt, possibly relying on me in the future, my defenses crumbled instantly.
So, I reached out and embraced him...
In the middle of the night, I finally drifted off to sleep.
In a daze, I felt him get out of bed and put on his pants. There were intermittent sounds of him talking on the balcony.
My eyelids were too heavy, and I couldn't resist the lure of sleep, so I drifted off again.
When I woke up, Evan was lying beside me. He looked peaceful and innocent in his sleep, with long eyelashes, just like the boy I remembered.
My workplace wasn't far from here, but I needed to leave by seven to get to the company and clock in.
I took one thousand dollars from my wallet and gently placed it under his pillow.
Then I tossed his clothes into the washing machine and set it to wash and dry.
I left him a message on Whatsapp.
After doing all this, I left for work feeling reassured.
After clocking in, I walked into the company cafeteria, where almost everyone was gossiping about the Bradley Family's bankruptcy.
My colleague Yvonne Phillips looked at me with concern and quietly suggested, "Madeline, don't feel pressured. If it's time to break up, you have to do it."
Yvonne had seen Evan picking me up in a luxury car before, so she knew we were secretly dating.
I deliberately raised my left hand high to show her my 88, 000 dollars diamond ring.
Yvonne's eyes widened and asked, "Madeline, where did you get that ring? The diamond looks so real. Tell me the name of the store later, I want to buy one for fun."
Yvonne's excited gaze reminded me of Evan's sour expression when I insisted on buying the ring yesterday, Evan said, "It looks like a cheap knockoff."
"This is my wedding ring," I coughed lightly and said, "Evan Bradley and I got married."
Yvonne was stunned, staring at me for a long time without speaking.
After confirming I was serious, she let out a long sigh and said, "It seems the Bradley Family is really out of money, buying fake wedding rings."
I was speechless. Did it really look like a street vendor's!
After breakfast, I received a message from Evan.
"Darling, I'll pick you up after work tonight."
I didn't want him to come, afraid that colleagues would gossip if they saw him, but I couldn't keep him in the shadows forever.
So I replied with a simple "Okay."
The day's work was tense and busy, and soon it was time to clock out.
As I exited the company building, Evan stood at the entrance with his hands in his pockets, wearing the same outfit as yesterday.
I walked over and took his arm, boldly declaring, "Let's go, I'll buy you some clothes."
"Thank you, darling." Evan replied.
There was a clothing market near the company, with a wide variety of styles at affordable prices.
I found a men's clothing store and bought Evan outfits, head to toe.
When it was time to pay, he held my hand and said, "I have money."
"Where did you get money?" I asked, "You're bankrupt, don't fight me over this small amount."
"From the allowance my wife gave me as a reward." He said. He looked at me with an ambiguous gaze, pulling out three bills from his wallet which the ones I had placed under his pillow that morning.
I had intended them since his card was frozen, he would need some expenses when going out to buy groceries or something like that.
How did it become "the allowance" in his words?
And what exactly had he worked hard at?
Do you believe in love at first sight? The moment I first met Mingyuan, I had that feeling. I cautiously accommodated him, maintaining his pride with my humility—warm yet hypocritical, like the fake flowers welcoming guests at a restaurant’s entrance. Until one day, I was utterly exhausted and chose to give up. I encountered another person during a time of chaos in my life. "So I showed up." To be honest, he awakened my desires. He saw through my games with words, understanding that I was greedy, selfish, and prone to avoidance, yet he still held my hand tightly, as he always did. I received a constant stream of messages from Mingyuan, but they no longer mattered to me. I should be someone with a strong capacity to endure and process my emotions. During the time I was Mingyuan's girlfriend, I tried my best to dissolve negative feelings within myself—without confiding or disturbing anyone. I once tried to act cute, hoping he would comfort me, thinking that just a few kind words would suffice. But he looked at me with great difficulty, saying, "I really don’t know how to comfort you. The ways of comforting girls are just tricks of scumbags; I don’t want to be like them." At that moment, I thought to myself that it was normal for a straight guy not to know how to comfort someone, and I could slowly teach him. The boy I liked would love me in his own way. The blindness of love made me completely overlook the obvious logical error in that statement. Until this moment. Last night, late at night around midnight, sharp pain in my lower abdomen jolted me awake from a rather unsettled sleep, shocking my nerves. Menstrual cramps. I was breaking into a cold sweat, curling up in bed in the hot summer, tightly closing my eyes, hoping that if I just held on, it would pass. The endless pain dulled my reason; this time, the intensity of the cramps seemed more severe than ever before. I struggled to get out of bed and, to avoid waking my roommate, stumbled around in the dark searching for ibuprofen. It should be fine now. I comforted myself with that thought. But the pain didn’t subside with the medication; in fact, I felt a churn in my stomach. In a hazy moment, I remembered the doctor's advice: it’s best not to take ibuprofen on an empty stomach and to take it half an hour before cramps start... The sound of me vomiting in the bathroom woke my roommate. She turned on the light, just as I was stepping out. She was startled by my state and nearly called for an ambulance, "Oh my God, your lips are so pale." She poured me a cup of hot water and waited with me until the pain slowly faded. When I woke up the next day, I momentarily felt as if I had been reborn. I hesitated for a long time, holding my phone, but I still wanted to tell Mingyuan about it. He was very busy with work and didn’t like being disturbed, so I didn’t dare call him and chose to send a message instead. I was really feeling a bit unwell, wanting some comfort, even just from Chatime. As dusk approached, he finally replied. "What should we do?" "Go to the hospital." When I saw the message, my emotions were somewhat flat. At that time, there were a thousand kilometers between us, and I knew that distance made care seem pale and powerless. As a modern, independent woman, I also shouldn’t be that fragile. But he, it seemed, had never cared. He had never comforted me or offered much consolation. All of this, I had never taught him. By sheer chance, I scrolled back through our chat history. The time had always...
That night at the graduation farewell dinner, he had his new girlfriend, the campus beauty, in his arms while everyone around was teasing him to introduce me, his childhood sweetheart, to someone. He glanced over at me sitting in the corner and said to his group of friends, "This silly big girl has a face that looks like someone owes her money. Who would want her?" I shrank back into the shadows, afraid that others would see the tears I was suppressing. An ugly girl doesn't have the right to cry; that was the first lesson I learned when I became his childhood sweetheart.
I woke up in the middle of the night and felt someone next to me. In the moonlight, the man dressed lightly appeared in my bed again.
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Ashley Richard has been in love with Zion Thompson since childhood. Their parents agreed to an arranged marriage between them. Ashley was quick to accept it as it has been her long time dream. However, Zion was against it. He has grown and wanted someone else. Ashley did everything she could to be the perfect wife. Even putting her ambition of becoming a doctor. After three years of trying, what she got In returned was a divorce papers from her husband. Saying he wants her out of his life. Years passed and Ashley became the doctor she has always wanted to be. One day, she came across a strange patient, who happened to be her ex-husband. "Doctor Ash, I need your expertise." "What is wrong with you, Mr Thompson?" She asked. His eyes grew soft as he spoke. "My heart is broken and only you can mend it." "You see, Mr Thompson. I am a doctor, not a love expert. I can only treat your bear when it is failing. I cannot mend it with desire."
After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them. She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend! Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now? Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome? What exactly does he want from her? ... No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free". Ethan went quiet for a while. I held my breath waiting for what his request might be. If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now. "You're right I do want something". He said after thinking for few minutes "What?" I asked slowly. " Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here". Live here as in...? " Wha... What are you saying? ". I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms. Ethan moved his face closer to mine be was so close, our nose almost touched. " I want you to be with me! ".
Book 1 Amethyst prayed for her childhood best friend to be her mate. Everyone stares, they tease, they bully her for being an orphan but Mason was different. He protected her, he defended her. The Alpha's son loved her since they were pups. But you can't be kids forever. Everything turned sour when Mason began training to take over the Stone Heart Pack. He turned on her just like everyone else, Mason made her the target of his ruthless antics and when they turned of age - it got worse. Mason doesn't want an orphan for a mate. She has no power, no status and he wants someone with wealth to carry the Luna title. Amethyst isn't it. Everything crashes down, the humiliation and rejection too much to bare, turning Rogue was her only option. She couldn't submit any longer to the torture and living in the woods for a couple years before death seemed less painful. Until a man arrives. Claiming that Amethyst isn't an orphan. That she belongs to one of the five founding families. Amethyst thought that rejection was where her life ended. Wait till she finds out that it's only the beginning and neither her heart or life are safe. ******** Book 2 Maverick's past is a secret for a reason, there are rumors spread that he made deals with ancient witches to get the power every member longs for. But it's just a rumor....or is it? There is a reason why his mind and heart are always at war because if he claims Sage as his, hell would rip her from this earth. The best option is to stay away from her, to not have contact with her. What can he do when she shows up at his territory? Desperate to escape her grief. The problem is, Maverick made promises and with Sage in the picture - he can't keep them. There is a reason why Maverick is the Forbidden Alpha.. and Sage is about to find out what being a Fated Mate truly means. ******* Book 3 Jasmine Ravenstone gave up everything for a man who couldn't speak. Renouncing her Alpha title and fleeing with Kyson Zero, she has no idea of the past he carries or the Fated Mate curse she will endure. Being born from the first witch in existence, Kyson and Kier had to go through lifetimes to kill their father and never succeeded in their destiny. Now, the seal has been broken and they are down to their last life. If they don't kill their father then the supernatural world will cease to exist. Kyson didn't realize the ramifications of his actions. Stealing a Fated comes with consequences, a sirebond that ties Jasmine to him. He didn't expect a curse that will cause damnation. ******* Book 4 Kier Zero returns to his life as Alpha, after ultimately killing his first tormentor. But that was only his first demon, there is a second one that haunts him. Marked by Olivia Aspen, he wants as much distance away from her as possible. Until she arrives, with a mysterious power that everyone seems to want and a debt to a deadly vampire. She has no one to consult, stranded and lost in a world without a pack or home. Olivia chooses to repay her debt, but that comes with strings attached when the charming vampire has more to offer than she ever could have imagined.
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!"
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
To outsiders, Aileen was the adopted daughter of the Jefferson family, dismissed and scorned by all. Yet, in the underground racing world, she thrived as the dark rose, savoring the thrill and speed of night races. But her life took a new turn when Derek returned home, leading to a passionate night that diverted Aileen from the Jefferson family's path. Derek, the ruthless heir to the Jefferson legacy, tactfully steered the family's ambitions. Despite his control, he found himself captivated by Aileen-his adopted sister, business partner, and an exceptional racer-drawn to her enigmatic allure.