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...
"Ma'am, our examination indicates that your uterine wall is unusually thin, making the fetus's position precarious. It's essential to exercise caution with your diet and physical activities," the doctor explained, holding out a piece of paper to Sabrina Chavez. "Here, take this. Go get the medicine."
"Understood, doctor," Sabrina responded, carefully taking the prescription from the doctor.
The doctor emphasized, "Make sure to take good care of yourself. This is a serious matter." A thin uterine wall can increase the risk of miscarriage. It is unfortunate that many women who experience a miscarriage face difficulties conceiving again.
"Thank you, doctor. I'll take care of myself," Sabrina assured him, a resolute smile playing on her lips.
Having been married for three years, she had eagerly anticipated this baby for the same duration, and she was determined to do everything in her power to protect it.
Leaving the doctor's office, Sabrina picked up her medicine and headed back to her car.
The driver initiated the car's engine and glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "Ma'am, Mr. Blakely's flight is scheduled to arrive at three o'clock in the afternoon. We still have twenty minutes remaining. Should we proceed to the airport now?"
"Yes, let's do that."
The thought of reuniting with her husband in just a few minutes warmed Sabrina's heart, prompting a smile.
Her husband, Tyrone Blakely, had been away on business for nearly a month. She missed him very much.
During the drive, she found herself repeatedly reviewing the pregnancy report, her hand gently resting on her belly.
In just eight months, she and Tyrone would welcome their precious baby into the world.
She was eager to share the joyous news with him immediately.
Once they reached the airport, the driver strategically parked the car. "Are you going to call Mr. Blakely now?"
Checking her watch, Sabrina tried calling Tyrone, but the call went unanswered.
"His flight must be delayed. Let's wait a bit longer," Sabrina suggested.
Despite a lengthy wait, Tyrone was nowhere to be seen.
Another call, another attempt, but again, no response.
"Let's keep waiting."
Flight delays were a common occurrence, sometimes even stretching to a couple of hours.
Two hours later, Sabrina called Tyrone again. The phone was quickly picked up. "Tyrone, have you landed?"
There was an unexpected silence, followed by an unfamiliar female voice. "I'm sorry. Tyrone is in the restroom. He will call you back later."
Before Sabrina could reply, the call was abruptly ended.
She stared at her phone in confusion.
As far as she knew, Tyrone didn't have a female assistant with him on this trip.
Staring at the blank screen, Sabrina anxiously awaited Tyrone's call.
Soon, ten minutes elapsed.
Tyrone didn't call her back.
Five minutes later, Sabrina called him again.
After a lengthy wait, the phone was finally answered, and a familiar male voice greeted her. "Sabrina?"
"Tyrone, where are you? We are waiting for you at the airport."
There was a pause on the line. "Sorry, I forgot to switch on my phone after landing. I've already left the airport."
Sabrina's joy faded instantly. "Then...I'll wait for you at home. There's something I need to discuss with you."
"Same here. I have something to discuss too."
"I'll ask the cook to prepare your favorite dishes for dinner."
"Eat without me. I have some other commitments. I'll be home later."
Trying to hide her disappointment, Sabrina agreed. "Alright."
As she was about to end the call, the woman's voice could be heard again. "Tyrone, I'm sorry. I forgot to inform you that Sabrina called."
Sabrina's heart skipped a beat, and a frown creased her forehead. Just as she was about to ask Tyrone about the woman on the phone, the call abruptly ended.
Gazing at the phone screen, Sabrina pursed her lips in disappointment. She turned to the driver and said, "Let's head back home."
The driver, sensing her distress, drove her back home.
Despite the turmoil, Sabrina forced herself to eat for the sake of her unborn baby.
The TV was on in the living room.
She sat on the sofa with a cushion in her arms and looked at her watch frequently. She was not in the mood to watch what was on TV at all.
By ten o'clock, fatigue had overtaken her, and she drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted.
Half-awake, Sabrina detected a familiar scent mixed with a hint of alcohol. "Tyrone?" she murmured.
Elin spent twenty years deeply loving her husband, finally marrying him just as she'd always dreamed. But reality shattered her illusions—he wasn't the man she believed. Instead, he callously destroyed her family, crushing her heart beyond repair. At her lowest point, Ruben, equally betrayed that night, approached her steadily. "Marry me, Elin. I'll help you take revenge." Yet, after their wedding, she quickly discovered he was dangerously unpredictable. "I made a mistake. Let's divorce..." Ruben slid his arm possessively around her waist, whispering a chilling promise, "Only in death."
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. .
"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!
Desperate to handle her grandmother's towering medical bills, Gianna agreed to a contract marriage with Tristan, the enigmatic man she'd once shared a one-night stand with. She assumed they'd fulfill each other's needs and dissolve the arrangement once the terms expired. Unbeknownst to Gianna, this marriage was a dream Tristan had clung to for ten relentless years. Certain she was just filling someone else's role, Gianna prepared to leave when that other woman returned. But Tristan, his eyes burning with unspoken emotion, seized her trembling hand and declared, "You’re mine. Now and always."
It's true what they say about marriage: one partner's always happier than the other. ~~~ Julie's world is shattered when her husband, Ryan, reveals that he wants an open marriage. His reason: he needs a child as they've been unable to have one. Julie reluctantly agrees to save her marriage. The next day, Ryan returns home with his secretary, confirming Julie's long-held suspicion that their affair was taking place behind her back. Julie, heartbroken and enraged, seeks solace in a bar, where she meets a fascinating stranger named Luke, who changes the game. Julie confides in Luke over drinks, and he proposes a risky plan: he will act as her "boyfriend" to turn the tables on Ryan. Julie agrees, setting off a chain of events that will challenge everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and herself.
Season 1: Vanessa Saxon was once married to Luca Kensington, the cold and distant CEO of K Group. But when she was seven months pregnant, her adopted sister, Beatriz Langley, falsely accused her of having an affair with her best friend, Daxton Radcliffe, and carrying his child. The worst part? Luca believed Beatriz. In a fit of rage, Luca demanded their baby be removed prematurely, leading to a tragic event where Vanessa nearly died from the ordeal. Saved by Daxton, Vanessa disappeared. Now, five years later, she returns-stronger and determined-alongside her daughter, Isla Saxon, to exact her revenge on those who wronged her. SEASON 2: Framed for a crime she didn't commit, Senna Thorne lost everything-her family, her freedom, and the man she once loved. Betrayed and abandoned, she was sentenced to a fate worse than death. Magnus Voss, the ruthless billionaire who once held her heart, now sees her as nothing more than a murderer, a woman unworthy of mercy. But when fate grants her a second chance, she returns under a new name, Zara Skye-no longer the broken woman he cast aside. Yet Magnus refuses to let go. He sees her, he feels her, and deep down, he knows-she is the ghost that haunts him, the love he once destroyed. But this time, Senna isn't here for love. She's here for vengeance. When their paths collide once more, will he uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will her revenge burn them both to ashes?