Disowned by her family for refusing a political marriage, Eleanor was left to die. Five years later, she returns with her twin children, to take what rightfully belongs to her. Revenge is all she has in mind, but she returns to questions that needs answers. Would her quest for revenge continue? Or would she have to give up on her revenge to find the answers to the questions that threaten her life? -----
It was a choice for her to make; not just any choice, but one that would alter her life overnight.
Just her outfit alone indicated that she wasn't anyone common. She was virtually a queen. Not just any queen, but the supreme queen of magnificence. Looks like she had the guts, to show up at such a place at such a sinful hour. Just her way of walking made heads turn.
And her looks? Man! She was gorgeous. Nah! 'Gorgeous' was an understatement. She was magnificence itself.
She casually sauntered in and went right to the bar counter. Though she looked delicate, her impression was one admirable to be complimented.
But, something seemed off...
'Something must be wrong for a person like her to be in such a place, at such a time.' He assumed as he saw her tug a stool next to him.
Damien couldn't help but stare closely at the lady beside him. It had been ages since he last took a liking to the female specie. He found it tiring, and worthless. Sincerely, he found the other gender ' morally repugnant.
Eleanor turned her head to the side and unintentionally locked gazes with the man beside her. She sneered as an intention incited in her mind.
He was mesmerizing to the eye.
Black eyes, wavy hair, fair skin.
'He'd do just fine she supposed to herself. She didn't surmise that such an excellent-looking man existed, but she was looking at one now.
El, as she was fondly called wasn't in the 'Castle of Wine' for no purpose. Nah!
She had a plan, she had ideas. And the man beside her would suit her plans well.
"Miss, you shouldn't ogle so much," Damien said, as he swirled the wine goblet in his hand. He felt her gawking so much.
Eleanor didn't look away, as he turned to look her in the eye; rather, she shriveled her brows.
"Looks like there's something on your mind," He asked, bored.
"Wanna share?"
It was slightly remarkable, his facial expression hadn't altered a speck since she came in. She feels such men were only attempting to play arduous to get.
She scoffed inwardly.
"Why would I want to share with you?" Eleanor asked with a look of skepticism on her face.
Damien twisted to her fully and glimmered. His glimmer wasn't soft, and neither was it cold. It was solely...
Business Like.
"You're a weird person" He began with a soft tone.
Nonetheless, Eleanor's tone was similar to his, "What incites you to say that?"
"Walking in a murky street, late this night, aren't you courting death?"
Eleanor stayed silent. After a time, she whispered, "I need a drink."
"Drinking wouldn't resolve all your troubles. You can only ease up a little by spewing everything to the person who'd be ready to would listen."
"Why would I do that?" she eventually mumbled after a deafening silence between them.
"Because you're prepared to do so"
Eleanor reflected for a while, she certainly needed to babble about her troubles as it was too hard for her to suffer alone.
She lifted her head to glimpse at the man before her. He appeared to know everything.
"Come with me," He whispered as he stood up and started walking towards a door. After a few seconds, she chose to follow him.
"You can begin talking now," he said lightly as he gave her a glass of water. Eleanor looked at the glass of water in her hand for a while, before taking a sip.
She took a deep breath and started to speak, "My family disowned me. Simply because I refused to marry the scumbag they wanted."
"He isn't up to your standards, right? His financial situation isn't good. Am I right?" Damien speculated. It was a usual thing, after all.
Eleanor sneered, "Thought you'd be able to put the rest together. Well, things are different."
Damien's interest was instantly piqued, he didn't expect it'd be a different stereotypical plot, "Finally, something interesting. Go on"
"His status is good. You see, my family took a wedding contract to him and arranged a blind date for me today. I thought it was a normal business run with my father, but little did I know that I would be asked to sign a wedding contract with a scumbag. A scumbag who f*cks anything in a skirt. Of course, I declined...."
Eleanor spoke everything out even though she hadn't wanted to in the beginning. But, she felt better as the stress had been relieved.
Damien sat quietly for a while, but he began to laugh.
"I stand to be corrected. So, you're leaving, but you're planning on having a one-night stand with a total stranger. For revenge. Right?"
El looked at him and didn't reply.
How did he know?
"I need a drink," She said instead of replying to his speculations because he was in fact right.
Damien smiled as he had gotten the answer from her silence. She wanted a one night stand and he wanted it too, so...
"If that's the case, let's play it"
"Scram!" Eleanor shouted.
Damien laughed at her reaction.
"There's no use having a guilty conscience. Don't tell me you didn't expect it? You most definitely did!
"I'd tell you why you plan on a nightstand. It is so that you can conclude your life after being assaulted. It's better if we do it when you're sober. That way there'd be no regrets and you'd be able to experience the pleasure in it. Or do you plan on doing it when drunk?"
He was being too plain, Eleanor thought as she looked at him.
Eleanor burst into a fit of laughter suddenly, "Say, you've had eyes on since I walked in, yea?"
"Who wouldn't? Though I reckon you are around 18-19 of age, you are still attractive" He replied in all honesty. Damien wasn't one to keep secrets.
"Although I'm a very picky man, I don't just touch any woman. So you should feel honored" he added as he sipped from his wine glass.
Eleanor looked at him. He was quite a narcissist, but, given his exquisite and well-defined looks, he had the right to be a narcissist.
"You up for it? We don't have all day. Shall we play it?"
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
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...
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
June Rivera was divorced by her husband after three years of marriage because he wanted to be with her sister who was pregnant for him. Kicked to the curb with a divorce and rejected by her parents,she struggles to make ends meet and get a job until she saves Luis Ambrose from an accident - the only child of Rafael Ambrose, a widowed man and the CEO of Ambrose Corporation. When little Luis asks to have her as a nanny, and Rafael's mother pressures him to get married, they draw a contract. To be Luis's nanny and his fake wife for one year in exchange for 50 million dollars!