Meramera

"Blue, let's talk." My husband responded coldly to me. I smiled before answering "About what Sean?" I was going to say something to him too but he got ahead of me so he will go first. "I have something to tell you too, but you go first" when I offered to him. He took something from the drawer and placed it on the table, he's giving me this cold look again. "Sign this." I looked at the brown envelope before I took it. Something is telling me not to open this, I nervously opened the envelope, and guess what i wasn't wrong. A divorce paper. I looked at Sean as if to indicate what this meant. "Sign it." He pointed out the brown envelope. "B-but why? What did I do?" I asked with a trembling voice. "Blue, let's get over this, we didn't like it" he answered. "I made a promise to Brianna" he took a ballpoint pen and placed it on the side of the brown envelope. "Brianna huh? You really like women, what can I do?" I have to let go. As for who would like someone like me, Sean was right. There were tears in the corner of my eyes, I was looking at the divorce paper, thinking if I should sign this or no Considering that he is a famous actor and owns a large company, how will Sean's fans react if they find out that his girlfriend is a man? They'll probably just bash him, his career means a lot to his family and to him. Actually he is Sean Gilo Falva and I'm just a normal fan, Blue Carvaro. "Before I sign it, can we hug you at least for the last moment?" I saw confusion in his eyes. Why did I say we? Because I'm pregnant, I'm 2 weeks pregnant, I want to tell him not to throw away our future child. "Sure..? I thought yo-" "Nevermind that, I also forgot to tell you" I cut him off. He nodded, you can still see the confusion in his eyes. I smiled bitterly, I came to him and hugged him tightly, he hugged me back. After that he signed the divorce paper. I then packed my things and left the house, he was just outside the house, he's watching me leave. I rubbed my tummy "sorry baby I can't do anything, your father doesn't want us so I'll hide you from him" I didn't realize I was crying, I wiped my tears before getting inside the car.

Good morning everyone I'm ma'am Cheska Marie Alfonso 23 years old major in math. Are you the boys in the back room? Jusko just stares at the five people as if they are about to eat a person, What's your name Mr. I call in blue. It looked at me from head to toe. good right, hot bro, Is Nash a sexy new toy? Yup, our new toy, smiling at the same time. I heard their conversation so much that I was nervous and my knees were shaking. New I'm new to teaching I guess I'm still unlucky I promised myself. Ma'am Cheska, don't pay attention to them. They are gangsters. That's what one of my students said. I came closer and bowed down. How many years have they been? That's their male person ohh I promise that it's almost a whisper. They are 23, ma'am. They are going back and forth. They are their servants. We are here in the room and if we don't obey, we will be punished. I was surprised by what he said, what kind of punishment will they award to their fellow students who are studying here. What's the use of the teachers here if it's not even a name Questions in my mind. Excuse me miss hot miss sexy Miss wet What the fuck Don't stop yelling at us Don't fight us anymore Because next time all the boys inside this room our touch all the parts of yours hmmm let me try He said as he approached Don't promise I'm in tears Ok but next time taste it with a smile They have come out since I apologized to my student I picked up all my things and was about to leave Ma'am please don't leave us Iwan ni Isa No one stays here since the opening. Until now, we haven't learned anything, they said. They are poor. I was saddened by what I found out, but I'm afraid to stay here any longer. Please miss cheska help us they promised at the same time Little by little I nodded because of their smile

"Who is the traitor to you?" I kindly asked the three men kneeling in front of me, I know them. they are the traitors in my company‚ even if I know the truth I want to ask them first, so it won't be boring. "No one to speak?" I raised the gun I was holding and pointed it at the man in the middle. "Sir" my staff called me but I ignored it. "Sir" he called again. "Sir! Sir Red is here!” shouted my staff, I immediately let go of the gun I was holding and ran out of the basement‚ fuck! what is he doing here? "B-babe‚ what are you doing here?" I asked nervously, he turned to me with his two hands behind his back. He approached me with a smile on his face, his smile. I know those smiles. “Ouch!” I complained because he slapped me, he didn't slap me hard. "What have you done Calix Damien?" he asked with raised eyebrows, making me swallow my own saliva. Fuck! I'm a killer but I'm very afraid of our red. "answer!" he shouted at me. “Um—” "Do you answer now?" he asked me with wide eyes. "Didn't you say" "Answer, that's the right answer. Now, you can go outside tonight!" he shouted at me and left in front of me, leaving me speechless. “Fuck” "Oh go ahead and swear, I'm going to lie in your mouth" he turned his gaze sharply at me. I wanted to complain but I chose to keep quiet, fuck! what is wrong with our man and I'm so scared of him? "You're nervous, sir, aren't you? Me too" my staff Aries whispered to me, even my staff are now afraid of him too

I'm looking at the cute guy in front of the cafe, he's with a girl. They're laughing, they look so closed together. I started staring at them coldly when suddenly that girl hugged him. fucking hell My jealousy heats up again! I was distance away from them so basically they won't see me. That girl..how dare she touch him! "W-wait! D-drix! Calm down!" He said as he tried to let go of my grip. After that girl left. He called me and said to catch him up at the cafe. I immediately went to him while staring at him blankly. He looked shocked when he saw me, he was about to say something but I just took his arm and pulled him through my car. And now I was on top of him. He looks so cute with his clothes earlier. Its making me crazy as fuck! Again and again. Seeing him smile is the thing I wanna see all the time. This cute boy of mine is mine and only mine! "Get off of me! Get off my back!" He said as he tried to push me. My baby is so cut. Damn it! "Stop staring at me like that! Look at me with your eyes!" He glared at me while saying those words. I chuckled because of his cuteness. "Why is it wrong to stare at you like that?" I said as I kissed his cheek. He's still glaring at me and I found it cute. I smirked when I felt that he stopped pushing me. Ha my baby's giving up so easily. I kissed him on the lips, it was just a peck and badly I want more than that. "I'm hungry. So will you please get off of me now?" he cutely said. This little guy..damn I can't handle his cuteness! Those fluffy cheeks of him, I wanna pinch it always! "Mkay you win" I sighed and got off of him. I stand out of the bed while he's smiling at me. So beautiful "Ha pano town you lose again" He said making me role my eyes at the air. "Are you jealous?" He asked while smiling playfully at me. Damn "Yeah in English jealousy." I said annoyed. While he laughed out loud making me annoyed even more. "Stop it already baby" I pouted when he laughed again. "Oum, okay Let's just eat" he said as he pulled me for a kiss. It was just a peck. That's what I wanted.

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

My husband Julian celebrated our five-year anniversary by sleeping with his mistress. He thought I was a clueless trophy wife, too dim to notice the vanilla and tuberose scent on his expensive suits. He was wrong. For years, I played Mrs. Vance, hiding my brilliance while Julian claimed my patents. An anonymous email confirmed his ultimate betrayal: photos of him and Scarlett Kensington in ecstasy. My heart didn't break; it solidified into ice at five years wasted. I activated "The Protocol" for a new identity and escape countdown. Playing the doting wife, I plotted his downfall, catching him with his mistress selling my work, and publicly snapping his credit card. His betrayals and stolen work ignited a cold, calculated fury. He had no idea the monster he'd created. I was dismantling his empire. I shredded his patent papers, stripping him of his ill-gotten gains. With a final tap, I initiated "Identity Erasure." Mrs. Vance was dead. Dr. Evelyn Thorne had just begun her counterattack.

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."

Betrayed by her fiancé and stepsister a day before her wedding shattered all Lina's dreams about love. She was heartbroken and in pain. Being drugged and unknowingly loosing her virginity to a stranger is not as painful as being betrayed by her loved ones. She promised to make her pretentious step sister and her unfaithful fiancé pay back hundredfold for what they did to her. On her journey to seek revenge, the stranger she had a one night stand with, came knocking at her door with a marriage contract in hand. Without her knowing he was the one she has that blissful one night stand with, she agreed on the marriage contract for some reasons. Will she find out he was the one she had that blissful one night stand with? Will she fall in love with him after being betrayed? Will she be able to get her revenge on those that betrayed her? Find out in this amazing book "Contracted After Being Betrayed"

The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack." Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard. The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn. "Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress.

My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built.