After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"Hmm..." Sadie Hudson murmured in a gentle whisper, her eyes fluttering open into a drowsy blur, only to be met with the intense gaze of another pair of eyes.
Her husband, Noah Wall, had quietly returned, his presence subtly marked by the faint aroma of alcohol.
He sealed their reunion with a kiss that was unyieldingly dominant, compelling her into a reluctant acquiescence.
A wave of unease surged through Sadie's chest, and reflexively, she attempted to withdraw.
"Stay still." Noah's voice rumbled, deep and seductive, tinged with a compelling charm that was hard to resist.
For a moment, Sadie's body tensed, caught in a struggle between resistance and submission.
Today was significant-their second anniversary-and she was determined not to spoil the celebratory spirit.
With a sigh, she closed her eyes, allowing herself to melt into his embrace.
The robust scent of his cologne masked the alcohol, swirling around her and piercing her heart with its potent allure.
Noah's eyes darkened with desire as he observed her yielding, his actions becoming bolder and less restrained.
Just as Sadie was about to regain her composure, she gasped softly, her plea laced with a tender fragility. "Please, not too harsh... because I..."
She couldn't complete her revelation of being pregnant. The sharp ring of a phone sliced through the thick tension, abruptly severing the intimate moment between them.
Noah's eyes, still ablaze with longing, flickered as he caught sight of the caller ID.
He got up and began to dress, his movements betraying none of the fervor that had engulfed him just moments before.
"Are you heading out?" Sadie inquired, her voice tinged with a mix of confusion and concern as she tightened the grip on her nightgown.
"Yeah," Noah answered, his tone breezy and dismissive, as if evading further inquiry.
"But..."
"Go back to sleep," he interjected smoothly, his voice soft yet detached. He leaned forward, his lips briefly caressing her forehead in a fleeting, tender gesture.
Without a single backward glance, he strode out of the room.
Sadie's eyes lingered on the empty doorway, her heart sinking slowly.
She convinced herself it had to be an emergency at work.
Understanding was essential; any sign of displeasure could drive him further away.
After all, she had loved Noah for over a decade, and becoming his wife was a dream realized. She could hardly expect more.
With a sigh, Sadie quickly freshened up and returned to bed, her hand resting gently on her belly, a hopeful smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
"Sweetheart, Daddy didn't mean to leave us by ourselves. Please, don't hold it against him, alright?"
No sooner had she uttered these words than her phone buzzed with an unexpected news alert, startling her.
"Wall Group CEO Spotted at the Airport Late at Night, Allegedly Picking up Mysterious Girlfriend."
The photo that accompanied the headline captured Noah at the airport's private terminal entrance, clad in a black suit. He stood with impeccable posture, exuding an undeniable aura of authority.
His eyes conveyed a softness, a tender warmth that Sadie had never observed before.
Shock flashed across Sadie's face as her heart thudded painfully in her chest, the sharp sensation nearly stealing her breath.
It took a considerable effort for her to regain her composure. Clutching onto a sliver of hope, she clicked on the article, her fingers quivering.
As she had feared, a familiar face filled the screen-Kyla Wade.
The woman Noah had seemingly been unable to forget was evidently back in his life.
A chill spread through Sadie, a profound sorrow embedding itself deep within her heart.
She clenched her teeth, forcefully suppressing her cries.
The memory of how her marriage had begun was too painful to revisit.
Two years earlier, just as Kyla and Noah had been planning their future together, Kyla had vanished without a trace.
At that critical juncture, with Noah poised to secure the position of chairman of the board and in dire need of a compliant wife, Sadie, known for her unwavering devotion to him and from a family now in decline, had become the ideal candidate.
For the past two years, Sadie had been a docile wife, enveloped in a sense of unworthiness, as if the joy she experienced was never truly meant for her.
That illusion shattered yesterday when she discovered she was pregnant.
They had always been meticulous in preventing pregnancy, except for that one night last month. Noah had staggered home, reeking of alcohol after a business dinner, and in his drunken haze, they had lost themselves to passion.
That fleeting lapse had now culminated in her pregnancy.
Now, Sadie was tormented by uncertainty on how to break the news to Noah.
She dreaded that Noah would demand an abortion.
Deep down, she knew she wasn't the woman he loved.
When Sadie was still engulfed in a whirlpool of anxious thoughts, her reverie was broken by Noah's voice echoing from the study.
Was he already home?
She rose, pulling a light coat around her shoulders, and made her way to the study.
Just as she neared the door, the playful tones of Alex Howe, Noah's friend, reached her ears. "Did you really spend the entire night with Kyla?"
Sadie felt her heart plummet.
So it was true. Noah had spent the night with Kyla.
"Mm-hmm," Noah responded, his voice empty of any discernible emotion.
"What's your take on Sadie, then? After two years as husband and wife, you can't possibly say she means nothing to you, can you?" Alex's voice softened with concern. "She's truly remarkable, you know. If you fail to see her worth, someone else surely will, and you'll be left with nothing but regret."
"I only feel a faint stir of guilt," Noah retorted, his voice cold and distant, as if discussing something trivial. "If you're so taken with her, perhaps I should do the matchmaking. But really, shouldn't you be getting back to work? Off you go."
Guilt? Was that the only thing Noah felt towards her? As this stark realization dawned on Sadie, a solitary tear traced a silent path down her cheek. Her hand fell away from the doorknob, trembling.
It was painfully clear-he had never truly loved her.
In the recesses of Noah's heart, she was just an insignificant trifle he could easily hand off to another.
A shiver of desolation coursed through her.
With a swift turn, Sadie darted into the sanctuary of the garden, her heart pounding wildly.
There, she huddled down, burying her face in her knees, her tears distorting the world around her.
Memories flooded back-the day she first met Noah, ten years ago.
He had been the epitome of charm and vitality, born of privilege, effortlessly stealing the hearts of every girl at school.
And Sadie, newly vulnerable from her family's downfall, had been easy prey for ridicule.
It was Noah who had stepped in like a guardian, his words like shields, commanding others to back down.
In those moments, he had been her savior, her angel.
"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."
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!
Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!
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?
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.