"Mr. Barrett, this was from your ex-wife, saying she wished you a happy wedding!" The assistant, Jacob, whose expression was a bit solemn, silently handed over the package. He opened the package, which contained three documents: The first one was a consent form for the donation of corneas and kidneys; The second was a report from Washington Hospital on advanced brain cancer; The third again was a pregnancy test issued by a Washington hospital. He shuddered as he turned the last page of the document, all the signatures were hers... "I'll sign the divorce papers, but I need you to promise me three things." "First, will you smile at me? A real smile." Andrew Barrett's slightly impatient face froze abruptly, and Jacob froze as well. "Second, call me 'sweetie' or 'honey', like a husband to a wife." Jacob had never seen such a simple request before, and at the same time, his heart overflowed with sourness because it was too simple, yet the man she was asking said coldly and stiffly: "I can't." Harper Flynn was at peace with herself because Andrew had let her down too many times, so even if she could not get whatever she wanted from him, she could also easily give up. "Third, let me hug you. Then, I'll sign right away." Harper reached out her hand, but the man's body remained tightly shut, standing there like a log. At that moment, Jacob answered a phone call and his eyes lit up. "Mr. Barrett, Dr. Chambers said that your cornea transplant is ahead of schedule and can be done at the same time as Ms. Wang's kidney transplant." Within a short time, the three of them entered three separate adjoining operating rooms. Harper lay on a cold operating table, with her hands resting on her abdomen, her eyes gently closed. Baby, mommy wanted to hold out for you, but mommy was useless and couldn't hold out until you were born. Her brain tumor was malignant, with a low success rate for surgery, and she once thought rather than die on the operating table, she'd rather be in pain and opt for conservative treatment. At least this way, she could still spend more time with Andrew. But now, she was tired, so she'd have to take the baby with her. At the same time, the red light came on in all three operating rooms. In the door in the center, doctors removed fresh kidneys and corneas in vessels and stepped into the left and right door. Jacob, who was waiting outside, watched in horror. Didn't Harper only donate kidneys? Why would any doctor still come out holding a clear cornea and then walk into that operating room of Mr. Barrett's?! Did... Suddenly, from the center operating room came the doctor's panicked yell, "No! Cardiac arrest, how did this happen?" Jacob was sweating profusely, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground, muttering: "Mr. Barrett, you'll regret it, you'll definitely regret it..." A month later, Andrew, who had regained his sight, did not see Harper show up. He took out his phone and finally dialed the number. It took a long time for the other side to answer. Andrew was a little impatient and spoke sharply: "Harper, hurry over and take your stuff away. It's taking up space!" There was an "uh-huh" and a hang-up. How long it took, he didn't know, but there was the sound of a door being pushed behind him. "Mr. Barrett, I've come to pack up Harper's belongings for her." The visitor was holding a picture frame in his arms, and the person in the black and white photo was clearly Harper!
The night was as cool as water.
Harper leaned on the edge of the queen-size bed and looked into Andrew's eyes, openly and wantonly showing her obsession with him.
He was her husband, the man she had loved with all her heart.
Harper stretched out her finger, trembling a little as she traced his outline in the air, wanting so much to actually touch him...
What the doctor had said during the day echoed in her ears again.
"The CT scan showed that you had a tumor in your brain, malignant, commonly known as 'brain cancer'..."
Suddenly, she felt a warm trickle down her nose, followed by dark red liquid pouring out uncontrollably.
Harper panicked, fearing that Andrew would notice something amiss, so she hastily covered her mouth and nose and ran to the bathroom to clean up.
The sound of rushing water soon emanated from the bathroom, causing Andrew, who had always been a light sleeper, to furrow his brow and awaken.
Impatiently, he shouted, "What's that noise at night? Get out and wash somewhere else."
The sound of water ceased immediately. After a while, Harper emerged quietly, her eyes betraying a humility and caution that Andrew couldn't perceive: "Andrew, I heard from the hospital that you can have corneal transplantation next month. It won't be long before you can return to a normal life."
Andrew cocked his head in the darkness and grunted coldly in disgust.
"Aren't you happy?" Harper felt a pang of sadness in her heart and mustered up the courage to ask.
Andrew disdained to answer this question.
Harper's hand, hanging by her side, slowly clenched. She took a deep breath and said with difficulty, "I heard that Noah has returned to the US..."
"Don't you mention her! Shame on you..." It was as if a fuse had been lit when Andrew heard the name, and suddenly he was furious. He grabbed something from the bedside table and hurled it in the direction of the sound.
Harper stumbled back a few steps, caught off guard, and fell to the ground. Ignoring the pain from the impact, she reached out her hand, but it was too late.
The crystal ornament, featuring two swans with intertwined necks, crashed to the ground with a thud. One swan's slender, curved neck snapped, and the heart-shaped ornament shattered.
At that moment, Harper's heart shattered too. It was as if her heart had been thrown to the ground, missing a piece.
"Does it hurt? You're just a bitch desperate for attention from men, and you deserve this." Andrew laughed sarcastically, his unfocused eyes filled with disgust. He gritted his teeth and said, "If it weren't for you marrying me, how could Noah leave? How could I become blind?"
His low voice was as cruel as a knife, stabbing Harper's heart, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault." She smiled bitterly, stubbornly wiped away her tears, and said each word with difficulty, "But I don't regret taking you away from Noah. Because she..."
Andrew's eyes burned with a hint of rage, as if he couldn't wait to incinerate Harper. He suddenly shouted, "Enough! Who do you think you are in front of her?!"
Harper felt as if she were being burned, her voice barely audible as she replied, "Yes, I'm nobody, that's why I got what I deserved...."
Andrew didn't hear clearly and didn't care. Suddenly, he waved his hand, motioning for her to come closer, as if calling a dog.
She was in a state of despair, yet her body involuntarily moved forward, like a moth drawn to a flame.
Andrew raised his hand and reached towards Harper's face. This gesture elicited an instant glimmer of hope from her vacant eyes!
However, the next moment, she was plummeting into an abyss!
Andrew groped, suddenly grabbing Harper's neck and gradually tightening his calloused fingers.
"After the operation, I'll have to see your disgusting face. Do you think I'm happy? If you want me to be happy, disappear and leave my world completely..."
The huge room fell silent in an instant.
A high-society romance where pretense turned into reality. Van, the heir to a top-tier fortune and a regular on the front page of the Wall Street Journal, had been mocked for being perpetually single, with even rumors swirling about his "dysfunction." Winnie, a Hollywood superstar desperate to escape her constant barrage of scandals, encountered this billionaire worth tens of billions. To her surprise, Van presented her with an unexpected proposal: "Pretend to date me for a year. You won't have to do anything else. I'll pay you $100 million after taxes." She planned to laugh it off but couldn't ignore the man's chiseled features-the way his shadowed face was lit up as he casually raised an eyebrow and lit a cigarette in the glow of firelight, his voice steady and laced with danger. She remembered their first meeting in a torrential downpour-the man reclining in a silver Maybach, eyes half-closed, exuding charm yet utterly unattainable. She also remembered later, when everyone had believed him to be unshakable and untouchable, he had appeared alone, worn and weary, at her remote desert film set, quietly asking: "Do you really have to shoot this kiss scene?" Behind this contract lay something far deeper than money-a fixation, a love that had turned real, or perhaps an irresistible force neither of them had recognized. $100 million had set the stage for a high-stakes battle of love and hate that would ultimately unravel.
She is a wealthy and wealthy woman renowned in New York, and he is a financial tycoon in Washington. Their marriage is a family alliance without any emotional connection. In order to cultivate this love, she hid her identity and entered her husband's company, but unexpectedly, the first thing she did at work was the sexual hidden rules of her immediate supervisor.
'Sir, this card is rejected either!" Vanessa's eyes crossed with a trace of pity. Such a beautiful man was a penniless vagrant. But, luckily, he met her. Vanessa was worried about how to spend the 100,000 dollars, or her brother would nag her again. So she handed the card over directly, 'Use this." Aaron Anderson looked down and saw a fair arm stretched out from behind him. The girl was extremely good-looking, just looked cold. He raised an eyebrow, and for the first time in his life, he had the illusion of being a kept man.
Sophia Ysabelle, 26 years old, accepted the life-changing deal of marrying the famous billionaire, Daniel Kelley, not for his money but his name. They have different reasons for marrying each other. Daniel needs a woman to pretend as his wife to get the biggest investment for their company, which will lead them to the top-grossing company in the whole state of California. While Sophia needs someone 'powerful' on her back while still seeking justice for what happened to her in the past. But there is a big problem between the two of them, they couldn't stand alone in one place facing each other. Daniel is a cold and arrogant billionaire with a smile as precious as a diamond, and who already put her under his judgement from the very first time they met. And Sophia is a stubborn yet resilient woman who never backs down from anyone's judgement, not even from her future husband's rudeness. But in the end, will she tell him the real reason for marrying him? When he finds out the truth, will he continue to judge her? Will he be able to protect her from her dark past or he will just remain a cold and arrogant husband towards her? "Never judge someone without knowing the whole story. You may think you understand, but you don't"
Aviva~~~ I sat on the ground looking at the sight in front of me. I cried again and again. "Why did you leave us?"I screamed to the top of my lungs. " why us" I screamed a gain this time my lungs felt painful but not compared to my heart. " why did you have to leave us?"I said in lower tone this time lowering my head and looking down at the grave. I just couldn't understand life or was it fate? It took from us the most loved person. "Why did you have to leave us miserable with no support dad?" I said looking down at his grave. The grave I was sitting at the moment hopping that my dad could comeback and live happy with us like how we used to be. Hoping that at least my dad could come and take me to where he went up there Hoping that when I go back home everything could go back to where they were before my dad died.
Introduction: She was the daughter of a plutocrat, an elite with multiple identities, known and respected by everyone; she was a young girl from a rich family, who was peacocky and shameless, loathed by all. After being reborn as her, she defeated the bad man and the angelic bitch, took revenge on the bad guy who killed her, married the noblest man, got into the sweetest relationship, and stunned the world! Reporter, "Mr. Leach, what is your favourite thing in the world?" Benson, "Jill." Reporter, "Mr. Leach, what do you like to do most every day?" Benson smiled, "Sleeping with Jill in my arms at night." Juliana: ...
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
"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?
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.
"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."
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.