How does one torture another person? For Vincent, it was to trap her in a loveless marriage and fill her days with endless humiliation and misery. He was convinced that the treacherous Kaitlin deserved it all, and never regretted his actions-until he was standing before her grave. Kaitlin was twenty years old when she fell in love with Vincent. She spent the next three years as his humble and docile wife, helping him rise to glory while enduring his ruthless spite. "Love?" he sneered at her during her final moments. "There was never any love between us." How does one destroy another person? For Kaitlin, it was to make him realize that he had wrought tragedy upon himself. When Vincent learned the truth about what he always longed for, he had already ruined it with his own hands.
Vincent Roberts arrived home just as I had hung up the phone.
Seconds later, there was a gentle knock at the door.
It was the housekeeper, Janice Simpson.
She said, "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Robert is home."
Coming back to my senses, I stood up, wiped the tears from my face, and said, "Thank you."
As I was about to leave the room, she abruptly said, "Mrs. Roberts, Mr. Robert has..."
She stopped mid-sentence and offered me a sympathetic look.
I smiled at her but averted my eyes.
As expected, I heard a woman's unabashed, charming laughter when I opened the door of Vincent's room.
Based on the sounds they were making, I could tell that they were having sex.
Standing at the door, I observed the scattered clothes on the floor.
Some of the clothes belonged to Vincent, as he favored wearing suits to display his affluence and authority.
The rest of the clothes were a one-piece dress and black lace underwear, which exuded a seductive aura.
Vincent had a penchant for attractive, alluring women who could easily captivate men's attention.
Unfortunately, he found me uninteresting and lackluster, as I had nothing to offer apart from having a wealthy father- which at the time was not the case.
I quietly closed the door and waited outside the room. Two hours later, the sounds ceased, signaling the end of their romance.
Swiftly, I straightened my attire, approached the door, and gently knocked on the door.
Vincent's lazy voice said, "Come in."
I could sense that he was in high spirits.
As long as he didn't lay eyes on me, his mood remained pleasant.
However, I had to disrupt his joyous moment by entering the room.
The bedroom was in disarray, permeated with the scent of cigarettes.
Vincent lay on the bed, the sheets draped over his waist.
He held a beautiful woman with flowing hair. Her skin was delicate and her arms were slender. There was a vivid, lifelike green peafowl tattoo on her back.
Upon my entrance, she smiled as she placed a lit cigarette between Vincent's lips.
Vincent turned his head, squinting through the smoke, and stared at me coldly.
"Darling..." It was the first time in my existence that I sought help, and I had to beg Vincent. "I need your help. My father's company is facing some problems."
Vincent shut his eyes, offering no words in response.
The woman directed a disdainful gaze my way, her charming eyes revealing her contempt.
Undeterred, I pressed on, explaining, "My father requires a cash flow of five hundred million dollars. I know that you have the means to provide it. Of course, we will utilize your money and compensate you with interest... You know we don't go back on our words. Throughout the years, my family has treated you with utmost respect."
Despite the adversities that plagued Vincent's company and our subsequent marriage, my father consistently made efforts to help him.
"Get out!" Vincent spoke finally.
But I couldn't simply leave.
I persisted, pleading, "Darling, please. My father is currently in the hospital. If even you refuse to aid him, I..."
As I spoke, he abruptly grabbed the crystal ashtray from the bedside table and hurled it at me.
I was utterly taken aback. The ashtray narrowly missed my ear, producing a resounding crash as it collided with the door behind me.
I trembled, gazing at him in disbelief.
Vincent opened his eyes and looked at me with a blank expression.
"Get out!" he repeated.
I held my breath.
After a while, I clenched my teeth and sank to my knees.
"Darling..." I found myself uttering words I had never spoken before. "You know that over the past three years, I have never wronged you. I've refrained from making any demands or requests of you. We kindly ask for your help, and rest assured, we will promptly reimburse you for any funds. In the event of smooth company operations, we will expediently refund both the principal and the interest owed to you."
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
“Do I want a taste?” his voice deeper than he had ever spoken. His eyes pinned on me like I was the only thing that fascinated him. “What do I do?” I thought to myself as he moved closer to me, I wanted to run away, to resist him but I was pinned to the wall by him. “Gosh I hate this man so much” his scent, his body, his beautiful green eyes, he was driving me crazy. I know this is wrong, he has a fiancee and all but that makes me want him even more. “Get on the bed and spread your legs” his cold voice woke me up and then I remembered I was just a maid to him. “Yes master”.
She was hurt. She was bullied and made fun of. And the only hope that kept her going was finding her mate. She has always been weak. Weak to the world. Why? Because she was a lantern. She didn't have a wolf. That's what everyone thought about her. When she found her mate, he wanted her to be his slut and not a wife. She might be an omega, but it doesn't mean she will take disloyalty and betrayal lightly. So she did something that no one in history ever did. She rejected an Alpha. "I, Alexis Clark, reject Brandon Sterling, the alpha of Black mist pack, and consider myself a free soul until I decide so."; Were her last words before she left that torturous place and became a rogue. A rogue that everyone was fearing and finding. Why? Because she was the rogue that has become one of the biggest problems of almost all the packs in the country. She was Alexis Clark. A rogue that rejected an Alpha, stealth food, kill other rogues, and more than that was living with humans and studying with them. What will happen when her case is given to the world's most dangerous alpha, Sebastian Sinclair, who has taken it upon himself to punish this rogue. The one who hated rogues and omega to a level that was beyond understanding. Why? Because his mate was an omega, who betrayed him with a rogue before dying. How will Alexis tackle this alpha, in whose College she was studying and living under hiding for almost a year? What will Sebastian do when he finds out the new girl he had been talking to is none other than the rogue omega that he had decided to kill? "To love you with all my might was my only wish, but you were the only one who gave me endless suffering. So today, I promise myself to not fall for anyone."; A simple saying that both Alexis and Sebastian had vowed upon. Will they be able to find their love amidst all these problems?
"Listen, Gadreel Ødegaar," she looked at him, not hesitating this time. "It's my anniversary present for you. Let's divorce." *** Ivory Remington had sacrificed five years to look after her husband Gadreel who was in a vegetative state after an accident and a few months ago, he finally awakened like a miracle. She thought it was the start of their happy life but Gadreel still had no heart for her. On their anniversary and her birthday, she received a cheating video of her dear husband and her stepsister. Heartbroken, Ivory chose to quit this stupid game. She decided to set him free but the reason she left on the divorce agreement pierced Gadreel's noble pride. *** "Impotent? Are you serious?" He gripped her wrist and a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. "I'm a woman, Gadreel. I'm tired of being in a sexless marriage. Let's end it once and for all." "Sexless, huh?" he chuckled lowly and without warning grabbed her chin in between his hands, pulling her face closer. "Turns out my wife was so eager to get a man between her legs? "
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."