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"I promise I didn't do anything that day". He cups my face and stares deeply into my eyes. "I want to believe you but I can't". I place my hands on his. I close my eyes and let the tears fall. I feel a soft kiss on my cheeks trailing down to my neck. His hands move up my back as he claims my lips in his. My tears flow freely. He pushes me to the wall gently and claim my lips again. I let my hands do what they have been itching to do and run my fingers through his soft hair. ****************************************** When Isabel Díaz finds out about her boyfriend and soon-to-be baby daddy's betrayal on Christmas Eve, she packs up and leaves. Two years later, she is unexpectedly transferred back to America. She later discovers that this is Jaxon Slade's doing. Moving back there right before Christmas feels like déjà vu. Will the health of their child bring them together and allow him to redeem himself or will it drift them further apart?
I have finally finished setting the dining table up. I have prepared enough food to feed this street. I'm just so happy and moreover, today is Christmas Eve so why not?
On the table lays Pan-seared steak with roasted vegetables and mashed potatoes, chicken parmesan with spaghetti and mariara sauce which are his favourites. I also made some of mine like Paella Valenciana and Chuletón de Buey. I can't wait for him to get here. He would absolutely love this.
By 11pm, my excitement starts to turn into worry about Jaxon. He told me he would be here latest by 10pm. This is one hour later and I doubt anything could be holding him up at the office.
I decide to wait some more before calling because there's no use in getting agitated. There are times when he comes home late because of traffic but normally, he would have sent me a text first.
After pacing around the living room for God knows how long, the clock strikes 12pm further increasing my fears.
Picking up my phone, I'm about to speed dial him when a new message comes in from an unknown number.
I open it and it's an image. Who could this be? The image loads and the sight in front of me makes my stomach drop in dread. No, this cannot be true. It must be a photoshopped picture right? But staring at it every passing second shows that the picture has not been photoshopped in any way.
Jaxon is in bed with his best friend. His arms are around her while her head is on his chest. Another message comes in right after: He is mine now.
A tear escapes from my eyes and I slide down the wall. I pull up my knees to my chest while squeezing my phone tightly in my hand willing whatever just happened to just be a bad dream.
I really thought he was different. I genuinely did. I really did. He lied to me. He told me over and over that she was just his childhood best friend and he has never felt anything for her. I believed him. I always knew she liked him more than a friend but I was scared because I knew he loved me. I was so wrong. I was wrong. He cheated on me.
Today is supposed to be one of the happiest days of our days together. I was so happy. I really wanted to tell him about my pregnancy. I know we are not married yet and this was totally unplanned but I knew from one of his conversations I overheard with his friend that he was planning to propose soon. So why would he do this to me? Was he hoping to eat his cake and have it?
No I won't let myself cry over a guy who doesn't give a damn about my feelings.
I wipe my face with the back of my hand. I stand up from the floor and quickly head inside the room. I take my suitcase from the top of the wardrobe and start filling it with all my things.
After packing all my clothes, toiletries and shoes, I order an Uber. I stand in front of the mirror and look at myself.
I place my hand on my tummy and tears start falling again. This time I don't stop them. I really really wanted to have a family with him. Yet, now that I have what I have always wished for, it's being taken away from me. I feel so bad that my child will grow up without a father just as I did.
It hurts me to know that history is repeating itself but this time my child's father did not die. He chose to betray me and my child.
I absolutely love him with everything in me but I won't compromise my happiness and share my man with anyone. He can marry her if he wants but I can't stay here knowing he has cheated on me. After everything we have been through together.
I look up at our pictures all around the room and with each one my heart shatters. A year. He has been my world for a year. We have been dating for a year. We did everything together. It was just about two months ago that he completed this house and told me that he built it for us. The instant he broke the news to me, I cried out in joy because no one has ever made plans that include me in it.
Ever since then, we have been a team. Each other's confidant, companion and partner.
We fought for our love. His family was against us especially his mum. She didn't approve of me because I don't come from a high class family. The first day I met her, I realized that people still thought like this. According to her, I don't deserve her precious son.
It has taken a lot of constant reassurance for me to not leave him. The constant humiliation by her almost killed my self esteem. The only thing that made me stay was the fact that Jaxon constantly stood up for me, for us.
He didn't allow his mother to go scot free each time. He always made everything right but this time, nothing, absolutely nothing can be done.
It has always be us against the world but now, it's I and my child against him. I won't be around to lose to him when he starts his lies.
My phone pings to notify me of the Uber's arrival. I text him and tell him that I'll be down soon.
I use my wet wipes to clean my face although it doesn't do much because my eyes are really puffy and red. I move my two suitcases to the living room to make it easier to carry.
After two trips to and fro, all my bags are in the boot of the car. Taking one last look at the house that has grown to be my home for one last time before he drives off.
She lost everything, Her father. She lost him. Kiara's father was her everything and she lost him all thanks to her mother's selfishness. She was so selfish that she thought of herself and neglected him. She wanted to hate her. She wanted to hate that woman that caused her father so much pain and suffering but on his death bed, her father asked her not to hate her but rather, love her with all she had, just as she loved him. It was a difficult task but since it was her father's last wish, she decided she would try, even if it kills her. But of course, it was hard as hell. And eight months after her father's death, her mother introduced a Rich billionaire to her as her step father. She was devastated as to how low her mother would stoop just to her riches. Her late husband wasn't even a year old in the grave and she was already doing this. But struck with no choice, she decided to move in with them and love her mother as she promised. In a new location, a new environment and riches everywhere she looked, Kaira was rahrer displeased than happy. And to top it up, she had to be neighbors with a rich brat who didn't know how to keep his groins in his pants for a whole day. In the backyard, in the driveway, even in front of their house... In this massive estate, he chose nowhere else to carry out his canal sexcapades but around her? Could things get any worse? Well, they did, because Mr Playboy decided to take an interest in reserve and sharp tongue Kiara and ruin the perfect piece she had made for herself. Great! Just great! A reserve and sharp tongue Kiara and a very optimistic and loud Rylan. Only a yard separating their windows (or compound, anyone) was keeping them away hut Kiara wished for even thicker walls whole Rylan wihsed for them to be thinner. How will their relationship unfold and how will Kiara react to his advances? Find out
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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.
Accused of murder, Sylvia Todd's mother was deemed a traitor by the entire pack, condeming Sylvia to live the rest of her life alone in humiliation as a lowly slave. All she wanted to do was to prove her mother's innocence somehow, but fate never seemed to be on the side of the traitor's daughter. Still, Sylvia never lost hope. As the future lycan king of all werewolves, Rufus Duncan possessed great power and status, but he had an inexplicable reputation for being cruel, bloodthirsty, and ruthless. Unbeknownst to everyone, he had been cursed long ago to transform into a killer monster on every full moon. Even though fate did not always look upon the two, it brought Sylvia and Rufus together as each other's destined mates. Will justice be served for Sylvia's mother? What about Rufus' secret? Can Sylvia and Rufus defy all societal norms and stay together? Will these two unlucky souls have their happy ending?
"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."
“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”.