Months after Briella and Hayden divorced Hayden realized that he loved Briella and wanted her back. But it was too late. Briella's true love was back and there was no going back to Hayden! Complications arose along the way and Hayden was always there for Briella. Would she forgive him and go back to him or continue fighting the atom of love she had left for him?
"Hey honey, welcome back from work," Briella said when her husband walked in.
He ignored her greeting. "Meet me at the rooftop by three o clock, we have something to discuss." He said looking around at the busy staff cleaning the mansion.
What was so special that he couldn't tell her here and now, Briella thought.
Time passed and after Briella finished inspecting the workers, she headed to the rooftop.
Sitting casually on the rooftop sofa, Hayden's eyes were fixed to his phone. Hayden, seeing that Briella had arrived, stretched his hands and handed her a brown envelope.
Briella's eyes narrowed as she took the papers, as she looked at it, The words blurred as tears pooled in her eyes, threatening to spill over.
He was divorcing her? It felt like her heart was crushed.
Her sight became blurry but she could still see the very handsome but cold man that would soon be her ex-husband.
Upon noticing that Briella was staring at him. He retorted, his voice cold and detached. "Sign the damn papers, I have signed my part. Be fast with it, I'm expecting someone special."
Briella tears finally fell. "Someone special" What was she then, a useless person? a time waster?
"There's no need for you to worry about where you'll stay after you leave here, the assets I have would be divided, you get to take Moon Villa and a compensation of 100 million dollars."
Brielle wiped her tears and asked was grandma ever aware of this divorce?
"And so what? you think that will change anything, she is dead."
Briella almost stumbled so she held the wall nearby for support, she never imagined this would happen now? And most of all she didn't know his grandma was dead, no one told her.
"Hayden," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please... please don't do this, I beg you."
Hayden Linford looked at her, with his deep brown eyes boring her skin.
Despite the cold gaze, Briella still felt a flutter in her heart when she looked at him.
"It's done, Briella. There's nothing left to discuss."
"I still love you Hayden, please consider my feelings." Briella took the courage to walk closer to him and knelt down holding his arms.
He yanked her hands away as if she was a parasite and she fell flat on the floor
"Love?" he scoffed. "This marriage was never about love. It's been hell and a mistake I'm rectifying."
Hayden got up, I did this because of grandma.
"Our time together has now expired, I wasted two years with you but it was worth it, Since I found my missing ribs through you."
Briella looked at him dumbfoundedly.
"Well, Hilda will be back in New York soon, so you better leave."
Wait, Did he just say Hilda?
"Hilda Bennett?" Briella asked to clarify.
Hayden saw the shock on her face.
"Yes Hilda Bennett." He said sarcastically.
Briella couldn't believe her ears.
The name 'Hilda' hit Briella like a slap. Her best friend. The woman she'd confided in, laughed with, trusted. The betrayal cut deeper than the divorce itself. She let out a strangled laugh, the sound hollow and broken.
"Hilda Bennett? You're leaving me for her?"
Hayden didn't respond, he looked at her in disgust, adjusted his cufflinks and walked away. Briella remained on the floor, her body numb, her mind racing.
Hilda had called Hayden earlier to tell him not to bother coming to pick her up but he insisted. He checked his wrist watch, Hilda should be at the airport any moment from now.
Hayden went to his room, took a jacket and when he remembered that he forgot his car keys, he went back to the rooftop.
When he got there, he looked at the sorry state of Briella still on the ground and walked past her like she was a rag.
"You better sign the papers when I get back." With that he walked out of the rooftop
It was winter, Briella laid on the cold floor of the rooftop. She didn't mind the cold, it wasn't compared to the pain she felt in her heart.
Her heart was aching not only because of the divorce. But the person Hayden loved was Hilda, she felt like a big fool.
After these years of trying to make him fall for her, he chose Hilda.
Lost in thought, she heard a voice shouting and rushed to her side. "Madam Briella. Madam Briella are you okay?"
Briella heard the maid's troubled voice and got up.
"I'm fine, don't panic," she said, seeing the maid breathing heavily.
She stood up with the assistance of the maid and walked back inside the mansion.
That evening was Hayden's turn to host his family to dinner.
The fact that she was going to see Hayden's family tonight gave her a sense of hope, maybe she could beg his mother to help her talk to Hayden.
The preparation for the dinner began that afternoon. The villa was busy. Hayden liked to show off and so he instructed his workers to make everything perfect.
Briella loved cooking so she assisted the chef in the kitchen to take her mind off what had happened earlier.
In the evening. The Hayden's family members started coming one after the other. Briella wore an apron setting up the table.
She greeted his sister who walked in but she completely ignored her. She never liked her. She looked at her dress and realized that she wasn't properly dressed so she ran upstairs to refresh up and dress well. she took her time since Hayden wasn't back yet.
As she descended down the stairs, she saw Hayden walk through the door hand in hand with Hilda. Briella halted her steps, her heart thumping.
He held her in his arms. His mom, dad and other siblings whom she didn't realize were already present and sitted I the dining table stood up to welcome them. They all hugged Hilda and welcomed her like a rare gem.
They knew that Hayden was married but still they supported him bringing home a mistress.
Briella clenched her fists, she felt pain in her heart looking at her two faced best friend. Her nails dug into her palm.
She had been friends with Hilda since she married Hayden. Briella remembered how she and Hilda first met. Hilda was so loving and caring. How could she do this?
She took a deep breath and walked back upstairs and took the divorce papers on the dressing table. Tears fell without her realizing it.
She signed the divorce papers. Took only her phone and left the mansion. When she walked out no one noticed her, they were all engrossed in their discussion, laughing heartily.
Hayden's butler suddenly rushed over to Jayden amidst the jolly environment. He was the only one with such privilege.
he whispered close to Hayden.
"Sir, Madam just left this mansion, she looked really terrible."
Hayden saw the worried look on his face and he scoffed. It was about time she left.
"There was also a black Bugatti parked outside earlier, it seemed to be waiting for her." the butler added.
Briella is poor from a low class family, how could a car of such pick her up.
He stood up and excused himself.
Hilda sitting next to him asked. "What's wrong babe."
"I just want to check something," he said, kissing her cheeks.
His long legs strode upstairs to where his security camera outlet was. A man opened the car door for Briella before the car zoomed off.
He brought out his phone and called his security man stationed outside his gate.
"Find out who's the owner of that car." He ordered.
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.
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."
"I, Erika Blackwood, stand before you, Alexander Robertson, with a heavy heart. I hereby reject you as my mate. The bond we once shared has grown fragile, and my soul yearns for a different path. May you find solace in the love of another, and may we both find the happiness we seek." Alexander didn't say a word and looked at me. But he refused to accept. *********** Erika Blackwood is the next Alpha in line of the Ironclaw Pack. She hides her identity and gets mated to the Alpha of the Moonforest Pack, Alexander Robertson. Three years passed, but Alexander is still unwilling to let go of his childhood sweetheart. Erika is mistreated and eventually framed by the same childhood sweetheart. Now she leaves with that humiliation, and goes back to her pack, swearing vengeance on those who hurt her. They all waited for her to return and beg, but what happens when they realize that the famous Ironclaw Pack that was going to help in the rogue war, was ruled by a woman named, Erika Blackwood. Now her Ex mates want her back. Other Alphas want this woman.. But will she accept any of them? Or will she stay independent forever?...
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
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.