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Divorce was a nightmare she never envisioned, especially not with the man who held her heart. Born into a world of wealth and influence, Tyra Ralene Sandoval was groomed for leadership, her every move calculated to secure her place at the helm alongside her brother, Tyler Rale Sandoval. Their paths collided in the bustling halls of college, where Tyra found herself captivated by Laxus Miguel Villafuerte, the charming heir to V Corps. Their love blossomed, culminating in a whirlwind romance that led to marriage within two years. The discovery of Laxus's infidelity shattered Tyra's world, leaving her with nothing but the painful remnants of a love that had once promised forever. Desperate to mend the pieces of her shattered heart, Tyra sought refuge in a foreign land, hoping to find love and a chance to move on from the betrayal she had endured. The news of her father's illness forced Tyra's return, but she wasn't alone. By her side someone stood, who meant more to her than anything in the world. Fate had a twist in store, bringing Tyra and Laxus face-to-face once more, and with it, a revelation that would rewrite their destinies. Would she give him a second chance, or would she embrace the love that had healed her broken heart? Could forgiveness bridge the chasm between them, or would they be forever bound by the pain of the past?
"We should move in together after you graduate," Laxus mentioned as we gazed at the starry sky.
"That's your idea of a proposal?" I teased, causing him to turn his gaze towards me intently. I averted my eyes, attempting to conceal my thoughts.
"You could interpret it that way," he responded, prompting me to meet his gaze. "Just kidding!" he quickly added, playfully patting my head.
Having been together for four years, Laxus had already established himself at the company, while I was wrapping up my final year of undergraduate studies.
"Are you certain about that?" I inquired, masking any hint of apprehension.
"About what?" he probed, his glance lingering on me from the corner of his eye.
"About us living together," I replied, meeting his gaze.
"Yes! I'd love to share a home with you," he affirmed, to which I nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's do it!" I replied, eliciting a smile from him.
Drawing closer, he planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. After weeks of meticulous preparation, I finally attained my degree, with Laxus by my side alongside my family to commemorate this significant achievement.
During a celebratory feast, Laxus's phone rang, prompting him to gesture that he needed to take the call. Following a brief conversation, he returned to my side.
"Who was that?" I inquired once he settled beside me.
"My secretary. She needed my signature, so I sent her a copy," he explained before reaching for his wine glass.
"Is that even allowed?" I inquired, met with a mischievous smirk from Laxus.
"Yeah, I call the shots around here!" he chuckled, grabbing the wine bottle to top up his glass.
After the festivities, I decided to let Laxus stay in my room since he was a bit tipsy. With my parents' blessing, I assisted Laxus to my room, a bit of a struggle as he was on the verge of passing out. Thankfully, Tyler was on hand to lend a hand. Together, we settled Laxus onto my bed, and I expressed my gratitude to Tyler for his help.
"I'm not ready to be an uncle just yet, so be responsible," Tyler playfully teased, prompting an eye roll from me.
"Joker!" I retorted, closing the door behind him.
As I glanced at Laxus peacefully asleep in my bed, I took the initiative to remove his shoes before fetching a damp towel from the bathroom. Gently tending to his face, he stirred slightly as the cool water made contact.
"I'm sorry," I murmured softly, even though he couldn't hear me. Engrossed in cleaning his face, I was taken aback when he suddenly opened his eyes, fixing his gaze intensely on me.
"Um...do you need anything? Water?" I offered, but he maintained his focused stare.
"Are you okay-"
Before I could finish my sentence, he silenced me with a kiss. His passionate embrace sent a surge of electricity through me, his touch igniting a spark as he explored my body, eliciting a soft moan amidst our shared kisses.
"Darn!" he muttered, stripping off his shirt before me. Anticipation coursed through me as I recognized what was about to unfold, and I welcomed it eagerly. Resuming our embrace, he assisted me in shedding my clothes, his kisses trailing down to my neck, leaving behind gentle marks on my skin.
"Don't-" I barely managed to interject before his touch descended to my thighs. Oh, my! I felt a rush of desire building within me. As my garments vanished, Laxus ceased his kisses, regarding me as if I were a masterpiece in a gallery. Feeling a blush of embarrassment, I attempted to shield my face, yet he gently coaxed my hand away.
"Why the shyness? You're stunning, my dear," he murmured in a hushed tone. Oh, the allure of your seduction, Laxus.
"I must seek your consent, Tyra. Are you inclined to-"
"Yes!" I eagerly interrupted, prompting a chuckle from him.
"Is your desire that strong?" he teased, to which I nodded, met with a smirk from him.
"Our sentiments align," he affirmed, resuming our passionate exchange of kisses.
Our intimate moment deepened as he positioned himself over me, his gaze intense as if he desired to consume me. Sensations of discomfort arose as he entered me, catching me off guard with the unexpected pain. Startled by the sensation, I closed my eyes, feeling Laxus's tender kisses on my neck. The discomfort faded, giving way to a rush of excitement. As he began to move within me, my response was a chorus of soft moans, carried away by the intense sensations.
"I love you, Tyra!" He whispered to my ears while pumping me inside out.
"I love you-
"Tyra!" I snapped back to reality as Tyler flicked his fingers in front of me.
"Lost in thought? You're beaming while miles away," he remarked, handing me a brown envelope.
"What's this?" I inquired, examining the contents he had given me.
"Take a look for yourself!" he responded before walking off.
What a nuisance!
"Thanks, anyway!" I shouted after him, knowing he heard.
"No worries, kiddo!" came his distant reply.
I headed towards the kitchen, clutching the brown envelope Tyler had given me, in search of some water. My phone buzzed with an incoming call, but it disconnected before I could answer. Checking the number, I discovered it was from an unknown source. Why am I constantly bombarded with spam calls and messages?
Setting my glass down on the counter, I returned to the living room. As I did, the sound of footsteps descended from the stairs, revealing Joana standing at the bottom. She approached me, intrigued by the envelope in my hands.
"What's that?" she queried, to which I shrugged, equally clueless.
Unfolding the brown envelope, I scanned the document inside. My jaw fell open, and tears welled up in my eyes.
Goodness! I never anticipated facing this reality. Reading the contents, I discovered it was a divorce decree from Laxus. Wiping away my tears, I showed Joana the paper in my hands.
"I'm sorry," Joana whispered, enveloping me in a tight hug.
Stella Renouf is the youngest child of Remus Renouf, the last successor of their elders. Her birth brings dismay to her father as Remus wants a male child. She knows that her father doesn't like her as much as he likes her older sister, named Daisha Renouf. To carry on their family's legacy, Remus made an accord with their Alpha, named Raven Alarick. They decided to bind their families with a marriage between their youngest children. Stella meets Brandon Alarick, the finest warrior of their pack. They were given a couple of months to stay under the same roof and learn about how to be compatible with each other. Their situation made Brandon's life miserable because he already chooses his mate. He is vocal about his feelings and shows Stella that he will never fall for her, no matter what happens. Stella is longing for love that her father doesn't give her, and she hopes that Brandon might fulfil it for her. As time goes by, nothing changes with her relationship with Brandon. They were still strangers to each other. As their families noticed that they were unmatched, they decided to change Stella's mate. Brandon doesn't know what he feels when he finds out their chosen mate for Stella. He wants to get her back, but it is already late. How can he get back the woman he tries to send off? Does Stella still want him to stay by her side? Is there a second chance for them to cherish each other?
"Love is blind!" Lucinda abandoned her beautiful and comfortable life because of a man. She married him and slaved off for him for three long years. One day, the scales finally fell off her eyes. She realized that all her efforts were in vain. Her husband, Nathaniel still treated her like shit. All he cared about was his lover. "Enough is enough! I quit wasting my years with an ungrateful man!" Lucinda's heart was shattered into many pieces, but she summoned up the courage to ask for a divorce. The news caused a stir online! A filthy rich young woman recently got divorced? She was a good catch! Countless CEOs and handsome young men immediately swarmed to her like bees to honey! Nathaniel couldn't take it anymore. He held a press conference and begged with teary eyes, "I love you, Lucinda. I can't live without you. Please come back to me." Would Lucinda give him a second chance? Read to find out!
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
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."