I flinched as his breath fanned my face, my body trembled in his arms. This was the chance, but was I scared? His eyes affected me in so many ways, as they held grief, pain and regret. Our stare was our way of communicating. It was intended, emotional and agonizing. I was hiding the knife behind me, picturing the perfect place to stab him. His searing heat sent a gush of lust inside me. I shouldn't fall for that. This was a revenge plan, not a romantic show-off. "I'm engaged, and I have a child with him", I remembered, barely recognizing my cold voice which had become soft and weak. He let out a dirty smirk, lowering his eyes to my lips as we exchanged breath. "I know, but I can't stop myself from falling" he whispered, and before I could blink an eye, he captured my lips, twirling them to his taste. It was a long liquid kiss that made me wet so that I couldn't fight back. The knife slipped off my hand as my body yanked on his. We both dried up where we stood when her voice resounded in our ears. "Mom?" *** Her fantastical life with Dante was a shadow. She left everything behind just to be with him, but he never loved her back. She lost her life because of him. Fortunately, she survived and looks forward to exerting her revenge plot on him. However, she never found him nor heard from him. Forgetting the painful memories that he never existed, she moves on and wins over a powerful man, Peris, who establishes her. She gives birth to her daughter and anticipates her wedding with Peris. However, what happens when Dante shows up three days before her wedding?
Kendra's POV,
I was exhausted, tense and jittery. The time kept ticking, and nervously I drank a mouth full of the wine in front of me.
My heart skips as this would be a great deal. I kept pouring myself some champagne in the glass.
A second thought came to me. Maybe I should just leave. I hate delay and lack patience, but then why do I feel like waiting for him?
This proposal was one like never before, a lifetime changer. The thrilling song which plays sent chills running down my spine.
I was sweaty, nervous, scrolling at my phone and keeping fixed eyes on the door.
There were four hours waiting, 4 hours expecting and 4 hours for a game changer.
Some patrons took pictures of me and some wanted my autographs. I was a celebrity of some sort.
The first woman to be awarded as the business person of the year, a model and more. My faces were on magazines, posters, billboards, and some cosmetic products.
Popularity was just my thing and, thanks to determination, I got to where I am.
Something I worked so hard to earn after his rejection and betrayal. I wanted that, to make him see the woman I had become.
Unfortunately, we never met after that cold incident that threw my life into a state of misery.
Fortunately, I met another him, my therapist and partner, who helped me overcome, develop and believe in myself.
He was my ticket to becoming a billionaire. I was done using him to attain my glory. The contract between us had elapsed, but then I ended up with an engagement ring.
It was getting darker and still, no trace of him. The atmosphere was mild and tranquil.
Nervously, I rolled my eyes to the glassy wall and saw someone in a dark suit, with an umbrella, staring at me.
The duffel coat looked incongruous with the black dress he wore underneath. I was petrified at first.
His face wasn't clear, and my face flushed red, it was a quick glance that was captivating until he got away.
Quickly, I shifted my gaze back to the table, occupied by the papers in front of me.
I folded my lips, bored and yawning. Soon, Laura would be calling, and I just didn't know the lie I'd cooked up for my sudden lateness.
Everything I do is for her, and she had better appreciate that.
My eyes glanced at the diamond ring on my index finger. This felt like a date, one I had avoided for years.
I twisted it along with my lips. Tonight, I just have to say it all out, but where was he?
The last time I waited this long was for Dante. It was a cold night and I got crushed by the rain, and he never came.
It's been years and that memory has been suspended, something I fight so hard to erase.
Life goes on. I hope this works out and one of us doesn't get hurt.
My hair was unkempt and the glasses I now adopted for my eyes made me look like a nerd.
It seems he rented the whole place and booked our table close to the glassy wall, a bouquet of flowers covered the table.
The people who got autographs were employees.
That was quite impressive as this restaurant spoke of wealth.
At last, the door chimed open, my ears detected familiar footsteps, and a strong scent hit my nose.
A sudden grief engulfed me but then, I tried to shove it away. I chest out, my chin high and my legs crossed.
Hastily, I raised my glass cup high, buried my upper lip in it and drank gently, acting all elegant until he got to where I was.
I've learned to be confident throughout the years, to face my fears and voice out my thoughts.
I tried to brighten up my face as so many people had commented that my glare drives such men away.
My eyes noticed how all eyes fell on the stranger. He made a grand entry. His footsteps were disturbing. The sound of a lighter clicks in my ear.
I hadn't even taken a glimpse at him, but my heart skipped for a long while. His fragrance felt somewhat familiar.
My body was tense and my heart knew who it always beats for.
Gradually, I lifted my gaze at him and, my gosh, he was the perfect definition of a handsome man.
His blue eyes were as though molded from a different cast. The sculpture did a great job in creating him.
That look of his, he hadn't changed, as he obviously had girls and women drooling over him. He was the one, my nightmare.
Was this a joke? Just when I had forgotten about his existence, he appeared again just three days before my wedding!
It was time to stay strong and not let emotions engulf me. This might be my chance to get revenge and achieve my goal.
However, I couldn't keep my eyes off him. His appearance, as though under duress.
He was dressed in a jet black suit which hugged his broad masculine shoulders. Looking serious yet charming.
His pants go with the same color, his hair neatly groomed to the back except for a strand that dangles freely.
My world stopped for a moment as a gush of memory filled my head.
I cleared my throat for him to know I meant business. I held his gaze, instead of warmth, it was replaced with an icy hostility.
The waitresses close by purposely waited to feast on him, but he wasn't attending to them. He sure has that snubbing aspect in him.
I snapped my fingers to draw the attention of one of the waitresses, gave her my order and in a few seconds she appeared with a steak and wine.
Something I could pour my frustration on.
As for him, he had yet to choose. We still maintained the silence like strangers. I was curious to know the reason why he was the business partner.
Anger clouded my eyes as I slowly grabbed the fork with fury.
Our eyes locked and I inhaled softly.
"You look beautiful as always," his sonorous voice complimented, and I was frozen in my seat. Only anguish filled me up.
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I was shaking, shivering like a leaf in autumn as the cold water cascaded over me, I wanted to feel clean, I did, but no matter how much I scrubbed, it seemed I wouldn't be. Tears gathered at my eyes and fell, mixing with the water. "I love you, Avery, and nothing can change that." Came the soft voice from behind me, the voice that always knew how to calm me, I could feel his solidness behind, the warmth radiating, seeping into my freezing body. His arms wrapped around me and I leaned back, he was gloriously bare and I could feel every inch of him press against me, it was haven. I didn't feel so scared anymore, I wasn't so alone, he was right beside me and his presence reassured me. I let the water pour down, washing away my tears and fears and.... "I want a divorce." I heard him whisper and my heart stopped.
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
A sudden twist of fate connected Helena to a prominent and influential person. To onlookers, she appeared as a naive bimbo. In truth, she was a top-tier specialist, shrouded in layers of hidden identities. Charlie declared, “She’s quite delicate and easily hurt. Cross her, and you’re crossing me.” The elite families, outwitted by Helena's prowess, kept these truths from him. Helena eventually broke free from Charlie, sending him on a frenzied worldwide hunt. To him, she was a bird with dazzling wings, and his goal was to help her reach new heights.Â
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
I was once a well-known feminist activist, but later I became a gold digger and a submissive wife. To earn money for Frank's medical treatment, I married Zachary and became a stepmother to his autistic son, Erik. Former friends criticized me for degrading myself and cut off contact with me. My life became very narrow; I spent my days meticulously caring for Erik and my nights accompanying Zachary through the ups and downs. In the fifth year of our marriage, Erik's biological mother returned. She was a wealthy heiress, a PhD from a prestigious university, stunningly beautiful, and had built a feminist persona on social media, amassing millions of followers. In comparison, I felt dull and uninteresting, and people found me repulsive. So, I decided to file for divorce.