Sara dedicated ten years of her life to Rodrigo Montenegro, her husband. ~ "Screaming won't solve our problems, it just annoys me, Sara," he said. "Everything annoys you," she retorted, tired of fighting for that marriage. "I wish I had never fallen in love with a self-centered, emotionless person... I want to erase you from my heart forever..." She hadn't finished unloading her anger and frustration when, driving over a puddle, the car skidded. ~ A time erased from her memory by an accident. She was startled and pulled her hand back when she saw a tall, imposing stranger standing beside her. "Still angry?" He ran his fingers through his short hair, the dry tone revealing his displeasure with her behavior. "Sara, let's stop this foolish fight." "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't even know you." ~ In search of answers, she rekindles old relationships. "Long time no see." With his hands on her waist, he looked her up and down with interest. "You look very beautiful." "Thank you." Sara smiled shyly. Time had been kind to Robson; her ex-boyfriend had become more masculine, handsome, and charming. ~ While falling in love again with her husband. "I'll never tire of making you mine, Sara," Rodrigo confessed, caressing her face. Sara couldn't remember anyone devouring her like that. That was definitely a good reason to have married him, she thought amidst the haze of passion enveloping her mind and body.
At twenty-seven years old, Sara made many mistakes, most of them for love. She crawled and dug so deep for love that it became impossible to see an exit, a way to undo the impulsive and wicked deeds she had committed. Did she regret them? Normally, the answer would be a cheerful and confident "No," but on that day, the "Yes" tore her heart apart, much like Rodrigo Montenegro, her beloved and idolized husband, had just done.
Clutching her black purse close to her slender body covered by a red dress, she stepped out of the elevator with brisk strides, the thin heels echoing through her husband's company parking lot. Near her Red Corvette, parked in a privileged spot close to the elevators, she pressed the button to unlock the vehicle and disarm the alarm. They were among the few perks gained from marrying the insensitive Montenegro, something she would exchange without a second thought for a place in his heart.
She got into the car, slamming the door with excessive force, and after tossing her purse onto the seat beside her, fastened her seatbelt and slumped against the seat. She took a deep breath and rubbed her fingers against her eyes, trying to calm herself and dry the tears that wouldn't stop flowing. It was in vain, the only result was smudging her always perfect makeup, staining her face and hands.
She couldn't bear her empty life anymore, her frigid marriage, loving without being loved in return. She didn't want to live like this anymore.
Giving up on controlling the tears and needing to escape from what caused her suffering-the beloved man-she started the car. She sped out onto the rain-soaked streets, rain that had been falling since morning. With her vision blurred by crying, she saw the road as a smeared canvas, the lights and cars all hazy.
"Creep... How could you...?" she mumbled, fiercely pounding her right hand on the steering wheel, feeling her throat sore and her heart shattered.
She felt lost, her emotions out of control. Above all, she felt betrayed and abandoned.
Her phone rang from inside her purse. She knew who it was, and she wouldn't answer under any circumstances.
"Bastard... Who does he think he is...?"
She didn't deserve such disrespect, especially not from the person who made her give up her dreams, to whom she had dedicated every second of her life since meeting him. Rodrigo, the love of her life, had taken possession of her heart, manipulated it, and now-when he was all she had in the world-he had taken him out of her chest and trampled him mercilessly.
The cell phone's ring persisted, infuriating her. The bastard knew how to be persistent when he wanted to be.
Nervously, she gripped the steering wheel with her left hand and used her right hand to open her purse, rummaging through its contents in search of the device. She grabbed the rectangular object and looked at the screen, searching for the name confirming the caller. Tears blurred her vision, leaving her with no choice but to answer. Upon doing so, she immediately recognized the deep voice.
"Sara, the doorman said you left at high speed. What are you planning? To kill yourself?"
"Oh, you'd love that... Then you'd be rid of me..." she mocked furiously, her voice pained and her soul shattered.
With her sight clouded by tears and her senses unsteady, she pressed hard on the accelerator. It hurt so much to love him, to envision a lifetime of happiness by his side in her mind, and realize it would never come true. He would never love and desire her the way he loved and desired the other.
"Don't speak nonsense and don't be reckless. Come back so we can talk."
They always followed the same script. He hurt her with his lack of love and then claimed she was irrational. This time she wouldn't obey him, wouldn't swallow her pride and self-respect to appease him. She would never kneel again, begging for forgiveness and a chance to prove she could be enough.
"Reckless... Nonsense...?" She laughed bitterly, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel, her foot pressing even harder on the accelerator. "I did everything to please you... I abandoned my dreams for the sake of loving you... And look how you thanked me... And I'm the reckless one...?" She screamed with all the strength she had left, her voice piercing through her tears. "You're no good... Loving you is the biggest mistake of my life..."
"Screaming won't solve our problems, it just annoys me, Sara."
She laughed hysterically, taking her other hand off the wheel to rub her eyes and wipe away the tears clouding her vision.
"Everything annoys you," she retorted, tired of being blamed as the problem in their relationship, tired of fighting for that marriage. "Nothing makes you happy... I'm tired of trying... I wish I'd never fallen in love with a self-centered, heartless person..." Feeling the car veer to the side and hearing the loud honk of the vehicle behind hers, she returned her free hand to the wheel, still unable to see anything ahead of her. She had given everything to Rodrigo, and in return, received nothing. "If I could, I'd erase the past few years and wipe you from my heart forever..."
She hadn't even finished unloading all her anger and frustration when, as she drove over a puddle of water, the car skidded. Letting go of the cellphone, Sara tightly gripped the steering wheel and slammed hard on the brakes, which turned out to be a mistake. The car pitched forward, flipped several times, and at high speed, violently collided with a wall, the terrifying crash rising above the noise of the rain and the other cars braking to avoid colliding with the out-of-control vehicle.
Upon impact, she instantly lost consciousness, her head falling forward, blood streaming down her face, her body trapped in the wreckage. She didn't see the cars slowing down and stopping around the accident, she didn't hear the people screaming as they tried to wake her up, nor the sirens. She also didn't hear the voice, always cold and composed, on the other side of the phone, thrown out of the vehicle during the crash, raising its volume and showing, for the first time in ten years, concern for her.
"Sara, what was that noise? What happened? Sara, please respond!"
~A romance full of drama, twists, and passion~ After a romantic disappointment, Paulina Perez, a shy governess, decides it's time to change and accepts the help of the biggest womanizer she knows, Simon Salvatore, her employer. Against all of his rules, Simon teaches Paulina the art of seduction. However, between lessons, it becomes difficult not to fall victim to his own tricks. ~ She had a problem. Even though his attitude went against all of his rules, Simon crouched in front of the governess. Amidst the tears, Paulina's surprise was visible as she looked at him. "What happened?" "Nathaniel said that I'm too good for him, that he doesn't want to deceive me and won't continue with me," she replied between sobs. "He gave you the brush off," he summarized without thinking, regretting it when she gave in to compulsive crying. ~*~ He was the solution. "Being too puritanical only drives men away," Simon argued. "I don't condemn your dream of finding Prince Charming, who will give you a 'happily ever after.' But even if he existed, he wouldn't stay with someone who runs away at the slightest touch." "I don't know how to be or act differently." "I can teach you. Just ask." Paulina looked at him astonished, and Simon thought about saying it was a joke. However, before he withdrew the offer, Paulina gathered her courage and asked, "Simon, teach me to be a different woman, more...sensual." Teach me Learning has never been so pleasurable
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?
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
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?"
Two years after her marriage, Ximena lost consciousness in a pool of her own blood during a difficult childbirth. She forgot that her ex-husband was actually getting married to someone else that day. "Let's get a divorce, but the baby stays with me." His words before their divorce was finalized still lingered in her head. He wasn't there for her, but he wanted full custody of their child. Ximena would rather die than see her child call someone else mother. As a result, she gave up the ghost on the operating table with two babies left in her belly. But that wasn't the end for her... Years later, fate caused them to meet again. Ramon was a changed man this time. He wanted to keep her to himself even though she was already a mother of two children. When he found out about her wedding, he stormed into the venue and created a scene. "Ramon, I died once before, so I don't mind dying again. But this time, I want us to die together," she yelled, glaring at him with hurt in her eyes. Ximena thought he didn't love her and was happy that she was finally out of his life. But what she didn't know was that the news of her unexpected death had shattered his heart. For a long time, he cried alone due to the pain and agony. He always wished he could turn back the hands of time or see her beautiful face once again. The drama that came later became too much for Ximena. Her life was filled with twists and turns. Soon, she was torn between getting back with her ex-husband or moving on with her life. What would she choose?
"Ms. Crawford, it’s time for you to divorce Mr. Larsen and come home. You're the only heiress the Master's waiting for.” ~•~ For the sake of love, Amara accepted the arranged marriage with Tobias William Larsen. She did everything to gain her husband’s heart but when his old love returned, she realized that all her effort was all for naught. Tobias demanded a divorce on the night of their wedding anniversary, even at the price of threatening her. Heartbroken, she finally dropped all her illusions about him and returned home to be the heiress. The next time she met Tobias, they were no longer couples but opponents. "Mr. Larsen, should I remind you again? We've divorced." "Amara, that's the stupidest mistake I've ever made. Please come back to me."