During the time when we were supposed to get our marriage certificate, there was another person in his bed. To clarify the relationship, he indicated that I should try with a neighbor I had just met. A year later, I got the certificate with the neighbor, and he ended up saying he regretted it.
After graduating from college, Jaxton Wall and I both changed jobs one after another, and eventually, this year, we joined the same company, which arranged a small apartment for us.
Seeing Jaxton at work and after hours felt wonderful. In six months, we were supposed to get married, and living together now was like a preview of our future life as a couple. Although our relationship wasn't very strong, we managed to make it to the point of marriage.
I was grateful for the company's arrangement. I was determined to give my all to the company.
But after just one month of happiness, the company arranged for a new colleague to move into our apartment.
The new colleague who had moved into my room woke up one morning in Jaxton's bed.
Whenever I thought of that scene, I was overwhelmed by a suffocating sense of despair, as if I couldn't breathe, trapped and unable to escape.
I wondered if a person could survive without a heart, but at that moment, I felt like I was dying, drained of all energy, unable to stand or think.
I had been with Jaxton for so many years, and just when we were about to marry, he betrayed me.
I knew Jaxton didn't have deep feelings for me, but to do something like that right in front of me was too much.
That day, with a hint of guilt on his face, he said in a low voice, "Bella Rowe, let's call off the wedding."
Faced with such an absurd situation, I could only manage a bitter smile, unable to say any words of blame. Jaxton always favored her, always had.
I waited so long, thinking I had changed him, and that he would settle down, but in the end, it was just me fooling myself.
I was not a saint; how could I ever hope to change you?
In the end, it was all a waste of time, a fleeting dream amidst life's chaos. When I woke from this dream, everything was reset, leaving only scars in my heart.
I didn't hate him. To say I hated him would mean giving him too much importance in my heart. I just felt tired, exhausted, and weary.
Brenna Sanderson was moving in, and it was no longer suitable for me to stay here.
Whether Jaxton felt guilty or just didn't want me to disturb their world, he was eager to help me find a new place.
Knowing I hated crowded buses, perhaps fearing I would bother him with my commute, he found me an apartment near the company, making it very convenient for work. He even paid six months of rent in advance for me.
When I moved, he was incredibly diligent, moving all my things in a single morning, even bringing a small pack of tissues.
I honestly didn't know if I should say he was responsible or heartless. After years of companionship, he cast me aside without a second thought.
I stood on the balcony, looking out through the window, observing him attentively arranging my things.
Suddenly, I realized Jaxton wasn't as great as I had imagined. It wasn't that I was trying to belittle him because I couldn't have him. But rather, my heart no longer raced with joy when I looked at him. Over the years, and through the harsh truth, I had grown indifferent.
"Hey, new neighbor, you're Bella, right? I'm Declan Edwards, and I live next door." A boy approached from the stairs and said. He carried shopping bags, smiling warmly and naturally.
I didn't respond; I wasn't interested in making friends and I had no energy for love.
He seemed to sense the awkwardness and said, "I just went to renew my lease and saw your name. It's quite nice."
He took a can of cola from his bag and offered it to me, "I live next door. I actually graduated from the same university as you."
I didn't take the cola, so he muttered to himself that girls might prefer juice and handed me a box of juice instead.
He was a very enthusiastic person.
I numbly accepted the juice and thanked him.
He smiled, revealing a charming smile, "No need to be so formal between neighbors. If you need any help today, just let me know."
At that moment, Jaxton came out of the room and said, "Bella, everything's set up for you."
Declan paused for a moment, then smiled calmly, "Oh, so your boyfriend is here too."
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
“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.
Cathryn, an orphan with no family ties to Grayson, regarded him only as family. He, however, valued her as a precious jewel. From their very first encounter, Cathryn's destiny was intertwined with his. Once lonely and desiring affection, she was ensnared by his love, unable to break free. Eventually, she managed to escape his emotional clutches. Shockingly, she had fallen for someone else. Grayson confronted her sharply. "How could you feel for another?" Unable to meet his eyes, she whispered, "You're family. I can't..." Looking down, he pressed further. "You can't, or you wouldn’t dare?"
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!"
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."
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."