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She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife
The sound of a slap resounded through the spacious room. Alana froze, her heart shattered like the pieces of a vase Albert had thrown on the floor.
"You hit me?!" There was disbelief on her face. Tears gathered in her eyes, not sure because of the swelling on her cheek or Albert's actions.
"Yes, I hit you." Albert's fist clenched at his sides. His face was red and veins popped on his temples as he suppressed his anger. He said through gritted teeth, "You betrayed me."
Alana winced. Her heart felt as though someone ripped it apart from her chest and stomped on it. She tried to control her breathing and pointed at Cecil, who had a pale face, watching the show in front of her in silence. "Is it because of her? You believed her words just like that?"
"If not because of Cecil, I wouldn't have known that you are actually hiding a man behind my back!" Albert snarled those words at her. His hand moved and was about to hit her again to vent his fury.
Alana didn't move. She stood there, not even flinching as his hand came down to her cheek the second time. However, Albert stopped right a few centimeters away, and he retracted his hands.
"Don't point your finger at Cecil. She is not an easy woman like you." Albert pulled out something from his pocket and threw it at her. Photos scattered on the floor. There were many and Alana's figure was on each of them.
It was a picture taken in a hotel, painting an ambiguous posture of her and a man. Alana recognized this person, as well as what had happened during that time.
Albert took a few steps back until he stood beside Cecil, rubbing her back to comfort the woman. Alana still had her eyes fixated on the photos on the floor. He watched her ever changing expressions coldly.
"Just a few photos and you believed everything she says?!" Alana snapped her head at him all of a sudden. The despair on her face replaced by a sudden laugh, making her look like a crazy woman.
Indeed, she was probably crazy. She had been crazy enough to stay with this man for ten years of marriage. She had done everything to help him with his company, sacrificing her career and her happiness. Now she realized this man had never looked at her even once.
"The proof is clear and you still want to deny it?" He looked at her with disgust.
Alana already felt numb at this point, but that look of disgust still stabbed her severely. For this man, who believed none of her words, she had even thrown away the last thing she had: her dignity. Still, he wouldn't deign to look at her.
"It's possible that the photos might just be a misunderstanding, just like-" Albert cut Cecil's whisper-like voice off, who then assured her that she didn't need to be afraid and that he would protect her.
The voices of the two then fade away, though the intimate actions of the two were still as clear as a day in Alana's eyes. She watched with a blank gaze as the background of the two people in front of her gradually changed into something else.
The round of applause awakened Alana from the memories of her previous life, but the two main protagonists reflected in her eyes were still the same.
The bride was absolutely stunning. A smile and the slight flush of her cheeks betrayed her happiness. On top of that, the gaze of the man, tender and full of doting, was the source of jealousy for the other women in the room.
Or perhaps, there were more than two people who were receiving too much attention from others today: Cecilia Hart the bride, Albert Harris the groom, and the last person was Alana Wilson, the woman who had received much public scorn due to her infidelity.
She was currently sitting alone at a table, seemingly lost in her own world. None talked to her, and she didn't bother any attempt at starting a conversation either.
"It's such a wonder how she got the nerve to come here and attend her ex-boyfriend's wedding."
"She's embarrassing the Wilson family."
"Coming to her ex-boyfriend's wedding after she cheated on him." One of them shook her head and continued to whisper. "Good thing that Mr Harris found true love at the end."
"Luckily, Mr Harris hadn't married her, or it would have been too late."
All the topics of the conversation revolve around those ideas. Their gazes were discreet and voices whispered, but only limited to their tables.
"Miss Alana, thank you for coming to our wedding." The voice pulled her from reminiscence, sweet and lovely. The small face, decorated with a smile, greeted Alana.
In contrast to Cecil's happy expression, Albert's head snapped in Alana's direction in surprise, then he frowned. It was as if he didn't realize she was there the entire time during the wedding procession until the bride called her out. However, her seat was indeed quite far from the altar.
"What are you doing here?" He had a taut face and scrunched eyebrows, his tone aggressive with glaring eyes. The expression that Alana had been so familiar with, both in the current and previous life.
"Attending a wedding." She said the obvious, and it managed to get under his skin.
"Let's find somewhere to talk." Albert gritted his teeth as he began to walk towards Alana's table. At the same time, Cecil suddenly wrapped her arm around his in an attempt to pull him back. The position where they were standing wasn't far from Alana.
Cecil's face instantly changed, from happy to one that was akin to an abandoned puppy. "Albert..."
Albert stopped in his tracks and glanced at Cecil. That kind of expression always made him not have a heart to do anything against her wishes, but he needed to talk to Alana right now.
"Wait for a bit, baby. I need to have a talk with her right now." Albert assured her and steeled his heart not to look at her again, then continued to walk to Alana. Once he arrived at her table, he tried to grasp her arm roughly and drag her somewhere, but she avoided him.
"Just talk here." She muttered flatly, then said sarcastically, "Look at your princess' unwilling expression. She is still waiting for her prince charming to come back. Lest she thinks we have something going on."
"Fine, if that's what you want." Albert's tone wasn't good. He took a few steps back.
At this point, Cecil already arrived at their table. One of her arms already went back wrapped around Albert in an affectionate manner, not minding the previous small scene at all.
"What are you doing here? How do you manage to get in?" Albert started his interrogating questions. He didn't deliberately suppress his voice anymore this time, so some nearby people still heard his words. They seemed shocked upon hearing the horrific news.
Cecil's free hand covered her slightly opened mouth, and she gasped.
"Darling, I thought you were the one who invited her."
"I didn't invite her. I would never let anything destroy our wedding." Albert rubbed Cecil's back in an attempt to assure her. He frowned, then directed his sharp gaze back at Alana. "Answer the question."
Some people speculated that she bribed the security and wanted to make trouble at the wedding. After all, with her family's influence, it was possible.
"It is concerning that although you are still young..." Alana frowned in response and rolled her eyes. "But you already forgot that you sent me an invitation?"
At the entrance, nobody had stopped her. If anything, they made a wide pathway for her to walk on, all gazing at her as if she was some animal in the zoo. She had also confirmed her name on the guest list.
"Why would I invite you?" Albert nearly couldn't hold in his anger anymore. "For you to ruin our most important day?"
"I also would like to know that. I also never said that it has to be you who sent it to me, Mr Harris." She retorted back fearlessly. What a cheap trick pulled in order to antagonize her. Even if they confirmed the guest list again, she was sure her name would no longer be there.
Alana stood up and pulled something from her small bag. With a quick move, she threw the object in her hand to them and it landed near their feet.
In everyone's eyes, the woman had her attention somewhere else that she didn't realize a new character was entering. Lilah Adams-an actress, just like Cecil-raised a glass of water in her hand and a moment later, the figure of drenched Alana could be seen in everyone's eyes amidst their shock.
Elara's life had been a miserable one. Her fiance preferred her younger sister, her parents didn't love her, and her younger sister snatched all her opportunities. She had stayed away, breaking off all relations with her fiance and family, building her career. Yet, they still didn't let her go. She died under their scheme, in their attempt to please a young heiress. Unexpectedly, she got another chance when she came back in time. This time, she was like a spirit that crawled out of hell, collecting the debts for every single day that she had suffered. Her fiance regretted it, begging for her to take him back! Her sister, her parents, and those who had done her wrong each received their retribution. She thought that meeting Ezra Miller was another variation in her fate because she regressed in time. However, she found out that things weren't as simple as they seemed. He might be the key to unraveling more secrets in both previous and this life. Sequel to Rebirth of the Billionaire's Abandoned Wife [STAND-ALONE STORY]
Born as the Alpha's daughter, Iris Wellington was an invisible existence. All the spotlight fell to her sister's head, Selia Wellington. The treatment she received within the pack was akin to heaven and earth compared to her sister. On top of that, she was rejected by an unknown mate she just recently found... Could her life get more miserable than that? She started hatching her own plan, learning all sort of survival skills so that she could wander and find a place where none discriminate her. Yet, destiny seemed to be always against her. Her sister disappeared. She was tasked with the job to replace her as the royal Alpha's son's mate until they found her sister again. How can she survive in the place more treacherous than her own pack? Where she could lose her life any moment if her real identity was found out. Worse, she happened to meet her mate again in this pack that was multiple times stronger than the pack she originated from. Just in time for the addition to the life of chaos.
There's nothing certain in this world. When two people were supposed to be together, are they what really is called soulmates? The moment Mirabella accidentally stumbled upon the famous Alpha, Jason Langton in the library, the first words he was spouting was about rejecting her. What did she do? "Well, I reject you too." Mirabella said playfully, not the slightest bit bothered. Her words and reaction caused him to be stunned. He was caught in a trance for a moment. When he looked up again, she was no longer standing before him. He found her figure trying to reach for a book in one of the shelves. It seemed that the book is more important than the matters of him rejecting her? Rejected by an Alpha? For her, wasn't it just mutual rejection? He rejected her, she was just returning the favor! *** "Do you still like him?" The tone of his question was rather cold. Mira was stunned. "Him, who?" She found herself pulled into a warm embrace. "In that case, if he bothers you again. Just tell me. I will take care of him. This time, let me protect you again." Then, it dawned into her. It was the person she had almost forgotten, whom she had thrown into the back of her mind. She was the one who refused the Alpha.
Their relationship was based to the agreement and money on the table to begin with. Even so, she left carrying his baby who was still inside her belly. Mia Ford was the cold woman, distancing herself from the world. All she could feel is the coldness, and it gradually spread into her heart, making it frozen. On the other hand, Leonardo Kingston was an emotionless person, distant, and difficult to deal with. He was extremely scheming. Yet, when the woman that he found quite easy to deal with than the rest suddenly left him, what would he do then? As the ice meet another ice, are they really compatible?
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
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...
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."