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"If you ever get pregnant, there will be consequences." Ethan Wright's warning was cold and clear. Jasmine knew better than to dream of having children until the impossible happened. Pregnant and hopeful, she thought it might change everything. But instead, Ethan erased her completely. One moment shattered her world. Watching Ethan on live TV, Jasmine froze as he confidently said, "No, I'm not married." Just like that, their vows, her sacrifices, and the life they shared meant nothing. Determined to protect her baby, Jasmine walked away and started over. Years later, she's built a new life, a successful career, and a happy home with her son. But when Ethan unexpectedly shows up again, the secrets she's kept threaten to destroy everything she's worked so hard for. Ethan wants answers, and he won't stop until he gets them. He's determined to prove he's changed, but can Jasmine trust the man who once broke her heart? With their past full of pain and their future uncertain, Jasmine must decide if love deserves a second chance or if some wounds never heal. A powerful story of heartbreak, hope, and finding love again.
Jasmine's POV
I stared, eyes wide, and jaws dropped at the piece of paper before me. The doctor had no clue what disaster this news could cost me as she dropped it, smiling like I had just won a lottery or something. I was three weeks pregnant!
I covered my mouth to stop the gasp that threatened to escape from my lips. I was unsure of how to react. Should I be happy? But I knew better that happiness was far from me with this news I just received.
My tears rolled freely as his words echoed in my mind.
"If you ever get pregnant, there will be consequences."
His voice had been cold and clear. The weight of his warning was enough to crush me, cause I knew he meant every word.
But how was I supposed to tell him? How was I supposed to confess that I had broken the most important rule of our contract?
My hands trembled as I stared at the ultrasound photo in front of me. The rules were simple and strict. No mess, no complications, no feelings, and above all, no children. I agreed, because what choice do I have? My father was very sick and I needed money to pay his bills. Ethan had money, and he was all I needed.
But now I'm pregnant and everything's falling apart.
My attempt to stop tears from falling proved abortive, as they kept rushing no matter how many times I wiped them. I wasn't crying because I was scared, I was crying because I knew what kind of man Ethan was. He doesn't tolerate disobedience, and he certainly doesn't tolerate surprises.
Standing up, I grabbed the test results and scurried out of the doctor's office. She yelled my name several times but I turned a deaf ear to her.
Getting home, I dropped my bag by the entrance door and headed straight to the bedroom. I stood beside the door for a while, staring at Ethan's sexy chest. It's been three years of marriage but I can't help but feel shy when I see his nakedness.
"What are you thinking about?" Ethan asked, coldly and with a commanding tone.
From as far as I can remember, Ethan never liked me. Not in the way a man should like his wife. To him, our marriage was just a mere contract and he has made it clear from the very beginning.
"I need to talk to you," I began, almost whispering.
Ethan didn't turn around. He only tightened the knot of his tie and reached for his watch on the counter. "Can it wait?" He asked, "I have an important interview today, and I can't be late."
"I know," I replied quickly, grabbing my bag in a rush in an attempt to show him the test results. "But this is important too."
Now he turned and locked his dark eyes into mine, and I could see a mixture of annoyance and impatience "You know I don't have time for this right now," he spat impatiently. "Whatever it is, can't it wait until later? Or is it just another one of your..." He stopped himself, as if even finishing the sentence would waste his time too.
I just..." I hesitated. "I read something in the news this morning, I just wanted to confirm." I lied. " That's all. It's not important. I'll let you go."
"You read something?" he repeated. "And that's what you wanted to talk about? You know what today means, and you chose now to..." He stopped again, shaking his head in disbelief. "You are unbelievable!"
It has always been like this, Ethan never put me first. The only time I get his attention is when he wants to get intimate with me. Afterwards, we live like strangers.
However, just like always, he left without hearing what I had to say.
A few hours later, I was on the couch, the weight of my condition still pressing. I couldn't do anything else, so I turned on the TV, hoping to distract myself with something mindless. But the moment I switched to the news channel, there he was Ethan.
He sat on a polished studio chair, his suit immaculate, his smile sharp and confident as he spoke to the interviewer. For a brief moment, I felt a flicker of pride, even after everything. He was my husband, after all. Maybe I could convince myself the morning didn't matter.
But then the interviewer's next question caught my attention.
"Mr Ethan," the woman said. "The public is curious. How does a man like you balance up with a wife? Or are you still single?"
Ethan chuckled. "Wife?" He repeated. "No, I'm not married. No time for that kind of distraction"
And then he laughed.
I stared at the screen, my eyes widened in shock and my jaw dropped. He didn't have a wife? What was I, then? A ghost? A mistake? A contract he regretted so much he wouldn't even acknowledge it in public?
"No distraction at home, huh?" The interviewer said in a charming voice like she wanted to seduce him.
He gazed towards her and smiled. The woman was dressed in fitted palazzo pants that revealed her curves and a neat blouse that revealed cleavage.
My heart sank as I noticed that Ethan was completely denying me. His attention was focused on that stunning woman.
I stood up abruptly and turned off the TV, my hands trembling with a mix of rage and heartbreak.
"I loved him like crazy!" I cried, my voice echoing with raw emotion. "I gave him my heart, my soul and everything I had! I stayed by his side through every moment of my life and gave him all the support he could ever need!"
I shook my head slowly, sadness creeping into my voice. "But what did I get back?" I whispered bitterly.
"Pain. Nothing but pain. Hatred. And being denied like I was nothing more than a piece of trash."
For the first time in years, a surge of anger consumed me, and I knew that I was ready to shatter the whole place and break his precious interview into pieces.
"No, This is a mistake! A wolfless, overweight werewolf can't be my mate." His words hit me hard; Whispers erupted from the crowd, murmurs of disbelief and judgement that swirled me like a storm. But I won't let them see how much it hurts. I won't give him the satisfaction. I square my shoulders, forcing a smile that feels like it's going to crack my face. "Well, Bran, I guess the Moon Goddess has a sense of humour after all," I say, despite the pain running through me. "Too bad she didn't give you one." Everywhere is silent now, shocked by my words. Bran's eyes are turning red from anger. But I hold my ground, refusing to let him see how much I'm breaking inside. "Talia," he begins, but I cut him off before he can say more. He was going to reject me anyway. "Don't worry, Bran," I say, sarcastically. "I'm sure there's some loophole you can find to get out of this. After all, you can't have someone like me ruining your perfect reputation, right?" The tension in the air is suffocating, and I can see uncertainty in Bran's eyes. He wasn't me to fight back. And for a moment, I wonder if he's reconsidering, if the bond is pulling at him the same way it's pulling at me. But then he turns away, "This conversation is over, Talia. You should leave." I feel the sting of his rejection like a physical blow, but I don't let it show. I won't give him or anyone the satisfaction of seeing me break. Instead, I nod, keeping my head high as I turn on my heel and walk away. Talia, a wolfless wolf in her pack has been a mocking object in her Pack just because she's fat, wolfless and eats like a glutton. Her situation turned worse when the Moon Goddess decided to give her Alpha Bran, their Pack 's Alpha as a mate. He rejected her on the spot. What would be Talia's fate after the rejection? Let's see.
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.
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!