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.
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."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
“Drive this woman out!” "Throw this woman into the sea!” When he doesn’t know Debbie Nelson’s true identity, Carlos Hilton cold-shoulders her. “Mr. Hilton, she is your wife,” Carlos’ secretary reminded him. Hearing that, Carlos gives him a cold stare and complained, “why didn’t you tell me earlier?” From then on, Carlos spoils her rotten. Little did everyone expect that they would get a divorce.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."