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"Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?" Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. "This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren't you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions...?" Leonica's words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. "The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!" He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. "Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I'd much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you." *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway's Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family's long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel's grandmother's funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn't the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel's declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!
Xx location in Norway City,
In the spacious hallway of a funeral home, Leonica Bryce, a beautiful blonde in her Mid twenties, stood facing the stoic face of her handsome husband, Gabriel Bryce.
In the background, guests and acquaintances perambulated around, gossiping amongst themselves and sharing their condolences, but none of that mattered to Leonica as much as her husband's words did.
"Let's get a divorce." Those words, laced with his deep and charming voice, rang in Leonica's ears.
"What?" She asked in disbelief, not willing to believe what her ears had just heard.
"I said let's get a divorce," Gabriel repeated without a hint of remorse. "I'll have the documents ready in a few days." He added on.
Clearly hearing his words this time around, Leonica's face crumbled ever so slightly in anguish and her heart throbbed in pain.
"What? Why?" She asked as calmly as she could, not wanting to lose her composure and draw the attention of the guests at the funeral.
"Because I can't deal with you anymore." He replied, his face expressionless and cold, not even an ounce of pity for his wife, who was going through a hard time, barely having recovered from the death of his grandmother a month ago.
"You can't deal with me anymore?" Leonica repeated his words slowly, her heart throbbed painfully at his words and her eyes stung.
Although their marriage had been arranged by her family and Gabriel's late grandmother, she loved him and showered him with enough care and passion to melt any man's cold heart.
She gave up her position in her family Group to be his good wife, distanced herself from her friends to be by his side, only to hear those words now?
"Do you want to tell me why, honey?" She gathered the courage to ask, eyes shining with the tears that glossed her eyes.
Gabriel cringed at the use of the pet name. He hated it. Never for once during their three years of marriage had he enjoyed hearing her call him so lovingly. Neither had he enjoyed the way she treated him with fake love and passion, nor the way she moaned his name in bed while they made love.
Every single one of those things aggravated him!
"That's none of your business. All you should know is that I want a divorce." Gabriel said with finality, concluding the topic for the time being and walking away.
Leonica watched him walk back to discuss with guests and acquaintances, feeling as though her heart was about to stop beating.
Grandma's passing did hit a lot of people, and she knew Gabriel was the most. That old kind woman was the only thing he had to fall back on in his lonely childhood when his parents were busy with their careers. The person he valued the most in the world.
Leonica remembered how appalled Gabriel was when they learned the sad news. Some important part collapsed in his heart and she was the one who accompanied him to share the pain.
When he was trapped by the company's stock shock, she quietly took care of everything for the funeral. When he dragged his tired body home, she always prepared hot water and meals for him. Even when he wanted some way to vent, she cooperated to be the bed warmer to ease his sadness.
After this hard time, she thought he could at least feel a little of her heart, she thought their bond would be a bit stronger, but didn't realize it would be the beginning of the marriage falling apart.
Leonica felt her eyes burn hot and sting, tears threatening to spill out. Quickly, she raised her head, trying her best to prevent the tears from running down her face. She couldn't let it ruin her makeup and draw the attention of many.
The funeral was not over. She didn't want to mess it up. She would fix their problem with Gabriel, but not now.
Swallowing her pride and hurt, Leonica blinked her tears back and fixed her composure, keeping her chin up as she returned to attend to the guest.
A few hours later, the funeral finally concluded and Leonica and Gabriel got into the back of their shared Rolls-Royce.
The moment the car started moving, Leonica stole a glance at her husband who had his face turned to the window, his attention focused on the moving scenery.
The handsome side of his face made her trance a bit. How on earth had she fallen for such an aloof man? He didn't give her much passion except in bed. But even so, Leonica was content. She never thought of a divorce.
"I'm moving out," Gabriel spoke up, breaking the silence between them. His eyes still trained on the scenery, while her face was pale and confusion-ridden.
"Tell me why?" She asked as she lowered her head and clenched her dress.
"That's none of your business, Leonica," Gabriel said coldly, almost calling her name with disgust.
"I'm your wife, Gabriel, I have the right to know!" She countered.
"The reason for you demanding a divorce, the reason for you suddenly wanting to move out of our matrimonial home, all this I have the right to know." She added, trying her best to keep her emotions and voice in check.
"It's none of your fucking business, Leonica!" Gabriel snapped, turning to look at her.
The look in his eyes, the anger, and coldness, was enough to make Leonica shrink and flinch.
She had never seen Gabriel angry before. No, she had never seen him lose his cool. Ever.
"Just why?" She muttered. "Everything has been okay, peaceful even. We eat meals together all the time and even make...make love at night. We are happy, Gabriel, So, why are you suddenly like this?" She asked, her voice trembling.
"Happy?" Gabriel scoffed mockingly at her words. "Stop being delusional, Leonica. The only person who has been selfishly happy in this marriage is you."
He hissed, "I haven't been happy with you ever since you showed up in my life. All you've done is annoy me to no end. You've become nothing but a thorn in my flesh."
Leonica's heart constricted painfully at his words, the tears that threatened to spill back into her eyes, her lips quivering.
How could he be so harsh and say such cruel words to her? She didn't remember she did anything wrong to annoy him. Or did something else bother him?
"G-Gabriel..." She meekly called out, her words being disrupted at that very moment as his phone began to ring.
Ignoring his heartbroken wife beside him, Gabriel fetched his phone from the inner pocket of his phone, glancing at the caller ID.
The name on the screen displayed Angelina, with a red heart symbol beside it.
And just with that glance, Leonica quickly realized why he was so desperate for a divorce.
His past lover was back.
"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? "
After five years of fruitless and loveless marriage to Lucien Albrecht, a business tycoon in Seattle, Ariadne was finally at her wits end. Her husband proposed a divorce on the night of their fifth anniversary, never knowing how much she had forsaken for his love. With a broken heart, Ariadne severed all ties with him for good, going back to her previous identity.. the Heiress of Grey Enterprise. However, never in a thousand years had she thought, when she decided back to be Alexandra Grey, Lucien turned to be the one who wanted Ariadne Albrecht back. Torn between the constant power struggle at the company and her ex husband's watchful gaze, could the young CEO finally gain her set goal? *** "Vying for the position of Mrs. Albrecht?" Alexandra couldn't suppress the chuckle that escaped her lips. "I'd much rather build my own empire than be some man's trophy wife."
"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."
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
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."
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"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."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.