Thank you for being here once, even if you were just a passerby, I can't let go. You can no longer hear anything I say; scenes from our memories keep flashing before my eyes. I have no regrets about having loved, cried, and felt pain; it was all worth it. Thank you for being here once, even if you were just a passerby...our story began just like this.
The sound of water splashing came from the bathroom. Through the door, the silhouette of the man inside could be vaguely seen. That was my husband, Jack Clarke. I sat in the living room, tidying up my clothes.
Every time he came home from work, he would take a shower first. Perhaps it was a doctor's habit to be overly concerned with hygiene. Even after more than two years of marriage, he hadn't changed this habit.
The phone on the coffee table rang with a "ding ding ding," and a message appeared on the screen. I couldn't help but glance at it.
"I'll meet you at the usual place tomorrow."
Looking at the message, I felt a pang of guilt, but I was also puzzled. Who could it be? I couldn't shake the feeling it was from a woman.
Just then, the sound of water stopped abruptly. I quickly put the phone back as if nothing had happened, trying to calm my unease.
He walked out, already dressed neatly.
He said in a flat tone, "I'm leaving."
We had an unspoken rule not to stay over, even though we were married, we both adhered to the rules.
"Could you... not leave tonight?" My voice trembled, my anxiety evident.
For the past two years, my love felt like walking on thin ice, afraid of the slightest disturbance.
"Is there something you need?" he asked, expressionless.
"I have..." Just then, his phone rang, interrupting what I wanted to say. He answered the call and left as he spoke.
That night felt especially long.
The next day, I went to work with dark circles under my eyes. As a hospital front desk clerk, my job was to greet patients and guide them on where to go and what procedures to follow.
My phone rang, it was Josh Blake, the thoracic surgeon.
"Come to the office quickly, your medical exam results are out."
My heart raced as I hurried to the office.
Josh handed me a thick stack of medical reports.
"I told you to get your check-ups on time every year, but you didn't listen. Now it's stage four breast cancer, it's advanced..."
Holding the report, my face turned pale, and I stood there speechless, dumbfounded.
"While the cancer cells haven't spread, you should have a mastectomy as soon as possible. There's a better chance that way."
"Surgery... will it completely cure me?"
"We're doctors, who can guarantee anything one hundred percent?"
"Then I won't do it. I don't want to be incomplete."
I walked to the hospital garden and sat down, looking up at a window on the right. It was Jack's office. I wanted to go to him, but I couldn't.
My phone rang; it was him calling. I felt a flicker of happiness.
"What's up?" I tried to speak in a calm tone.
"Let's get a divorce."
A buzzing sound filled my ears, and I couldn't hear anything else.
"What did you say...?" I couldn't believe my ears and wanted to confirm.
he didn't repeat what he had just said, "I will pack up my things from home and take them when I have time."
"Why? You owe me an explanation," my voice trembled.
"I just don't think we're right for each other anymore. I don't feel anything." He hung up impatiently.
Just those few words, "we're not right for each other," dismissed the years of our relationship. Looking at the report in my hand, I chuckled softly. When it rained, it poured, didn't it?
I muddled through the afternoon at work, unable to focus. To prevent any mistakes, I took leave from the hospital and went home. I needed to calm down as this wasn't a small matter.
Back home, I collapsed onto the sofa, looking at his belongings around the room, reminiscing about our past. He was a highly regarded neurosurgeon, while I was just a humble hospital front desk staff. In this relationship, I always put myself second, but I never complained.
After much thought, I decided to call him. After all those years, why should he be the one to decide on divorce?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”
P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid." "Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite. But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!" ************************************ Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself. As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend - Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had. Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless as all her credit cards are blocked by her husband. She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed - Jared Johnson. Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her. It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else. But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation. She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins. Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...
Angus Smith is the most powerful president who controls the national economy, while Tammy Wood is a seriously disfigured lady who was exiled by her family. However, she had been loving him for over 15 years since she met him at the age of 5. Thus when he proposed a marriage, she was so happy that she expected a new life. However, the truth was that their marriage was totally a plot. Upon the truth being revealed, Tammy was almost torn to pieces and escaped from him with their baby. Four years later, she was stopped by Angus as soon as she came back. It seems that Angus has regretted what he had done. So he just holds Tammy in arms tightly and decides to love her forever and ever!
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."