After getting the marriage certificate, my long-lost white moonlight suddenly reappeared. But it wasn't just him; there was also his partner.
After getting the marriage certificate, my long-lost white moonlight suddenly reappeared. But it wasn't just him; there was also his partner.
After getting married, my old love suddenly reappeared.
But it wasn't just him; he brought along his girlfriend too.
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Seeing Julian, I froze in place, memories from years ago flooding my mind.
Back then, I had secretly gone abroad to surprise him, only to find myself stranded at a transit airport, unable to reach him by all means.
When I finally appeared before him, disheveled and exhausted, he had just returned from a wedding photoshoot with another woman.
In that moment, my world fell apart.
All he offered was a pathetic excuse.
"Listen, she's just a stepping stone to advance my career. The only one I love is you."
So, he could marry someone else while claiming to love me?
Was I supposed to accept him as someone else's husband only because he claimed that he loved me?
I turned around and left, and blocked all his contacts, cutting off all ties.
Yet now, after five years, he suddenly reappears.
"Fernanda, long time no see."
Before I could react, he hugged me tightly.
I pushed him away forcefully, slapping him across the face. "Don't you fucking touch me!"
I stood there, stunned, my clenched fists trembling uncontrollably.
He seemed to have anticipated my reaction, the once-proud man willingly accepting the slap.
He took my hand and placed it on his face. "I deserve it. As long as it eases your anger, I'll take it."
I glared at him, wanting to see just how shameless he could be.
"Fernanda, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have made you wait all those years."
"But I'm back now."
"Fernanda, can we start over?"
The more affectionately Julian spoke, the more repulsed I felt.
I pried his fingers off mine one by one, coldly saying, "No fucking way!"
He tightened his hold, and it took all my strength to break free.
How could he be so shameless?
Seemingly he was about to get on his knees, begging.
"Fernanda, please give me another chance."
I trembled with rage. "You know that's impossible."
Julian ignored my refusal, gripping my wrist tightly. "How? You know I love you deeply and madly!"
At that moment, I could no longer recognized this person.
Before Julian could say more, a voice called out from not far away.
"Sweetheart, is everything fine?"
The familiar voice made me stiffen, and I quickly pulled my hand from Julian's grasp.
This action made him realize something was wrong, and he questioned, "Who is he?"
"None of your business."
I pushed him away and turned to run.
Not watching my step, I crashed into Adrian's arms when I was about to turn. He caught me, holding me protectively.
Adrian, who became my husband just half a month ago.
I didn't know if my panic would make Adrian suspicious; I buried my head in his chest. "Let's go home."
Adrian glanced in Julian's direction, then looked at me with a detached look.
On the way home, he didn't mention what had just happened, but his mood was noticeably tense.
Once inside, I immediately grabbed Adrian as he was about to walk further into the house.
He paused, turning to look at me. "Yes?"
I nervously licked my lips, taking several seconds before speaking. "Give me some time. I'll handle it."
He was a head taller than me, and he looked down at me for a long time. "If you can't, let me know."
Adrian's response was reassuring, yet I couldn't sleep all night.
In the middle of the night, a message from an unknown number came through-
"My mom is sick. Can you come with me to see her?"
It was an unknown number, but I knew it was Julian.
I saw it but ignored it.
A few minutes later, he sent another one.
"Can you do it for the sake of how good my mom was to you all those years? Please."
"She really wants to see you."
"Fernanda, I'm begging you."
Frustrated, I grabbed my phone and blocked him.
Out of sight, out of mind.
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Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
Miley's life fell apart on the night of her 19th Birthday. The celebration was tainted by the business of betrayal. At the party, Miley's drink was spiked, and when she felt ill, she staggered out of the room, only to stumble upon a conspiracy between her boyfriend and her sister. She had always known that her sister didn't love her. but what she hadn't expected was that her boyfriend, whom she had always trusted, was also in cahoots with her. Realization stung sharper than the cold air outside as she discovered their cruel intentions to humiliate her. Overwhelmed and betrayed, she found refuge in an unfamiliar room. But fate, it seemed, had a cocktail of sorrows lined up for her. In the room she sought refuge in was Logan Pierce. This man, a dominant and arrogant person, and her boyfriend's uncle were known to be a living nightmare for those who would cross his path. Under the influence of drugs, they slipped into a night, and he took her for the first time in ways she wished she could forget. Waking up to a world where accusations were hurled at her from all corners, her family turned their backs on her. Placating Logan seemed to have ranked higher than standing up for Miley, their own blood. Disowned and discarded, Miley found herself abandoned on the relentless, heartless streets. Years later, she had blossomed into the U.S. manager of Hales company. During a business meeting, she stumbled upon Logan once again. But the passing years had erased Miley's face from Logan's memory, arousing within him a curiosity and fascination for this elusive lady director. unable to recall the tragic past, Logan felt unwarranted anger towards Miley as he continuously evaded her- thus beginning their forbidden dance of desire yet again.
Scarlett's first run-in with Shane ended with his bullet ripping through her chest. He'd crashed her mission and never blinked. Whispers claimed Shane's fiancée was a pampered porcelain doll. Even her adoring brothers warned, "Our little Scarlett is delicate. Don't bully her." On the field, Shane was ice-cold, ranking people only as winners or losers. Yet that iron officer learned to bend, curling an arm around Scarlett's waist and asking, "Come home with me, honey?" Outsiders said she lucked out. That Shane was way out of her league. He just scoffed. Destiny wove together the paths of two equals. At nights, he knelt and murmured, "I love you."
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
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