"Get lost, you church rat. I don't know what I was thinking when I agreed to date you. Don't show up in front of me again. I'm done!" Brian's girlfriend insulted him and broke up with him at school. He had just caught her cheating on him. Instead of apologizing, she humiliated him in front of everyone. Were poor men unworthy of respect? Nonsense! Brian was unwilling to accept that. He swore to make a fortune and have his revenge. On the same day, he received a call from his family housekeeper. "Congratulations, Mr. Tennant! Your trial has ended. You will no longer live a life of penury. The funds for your upkeep yearly have been deposited in Citibank. Go there and check them." Brian felt that the money in question was only a few thousand dollars. He didn't see the reason why he had to go to the bank to check. To the best of his knowledge, his family's business was only worth about ten million dollars. But he soon realized that he was wrong. There was a lot of cash, gold, and jewelry when he opened the vault assigned to him in the bank. It turned out that his family had a trillion-dollar empire! Now he could have his revenge!
Brian Tennant was busy doing his part-time job, cleaning the tables in the canteen of Everin University.
He wore an apron and a pair of rubber gloves now, which were part of job requirements.
He also collected all the plastic water bottles on the table and stuffed them into the large plastic bag next to him.
"Ten more bottles and the bag will be full. Then I can sell them for twenty dollars! I'll finally have enough money to buy some food tomorrow. Perfect!"
Brian murmured to himself, cheering himself on. He glanced at the almost full plastic bag with excitement.
Not far away, Jeanne Hall saw what Brian was doing and frowned tightly.
She looked to Kim Percival, who was sitting opposite her, and asked with disgust, "Kim, who's that man over there? Why is he so poor?"
Kim was a popular finance student who came from a wealthy family. It was said that his family's net worth had already exceeded about ten million dollars.
"Poor? Don't judge a book by its cover. You know the popular girl, Rosy Stevens, right? That's her boyfriend. He gives her a three-thousand-dollar allowance every month."
As he spoke, Kim stared at Brian sourly.
Jeanne did a double take. She looked at the man slaving over the bottles in disbelief and asked, "Are you kidding me? How could Rosy be with him?"
Kim wrinkled his nose in disdain and snorted, "Because he's a thick-skinned ass-kisser in front of Rosy."
Seeing the confusion on Jeanne's face, Kim smiled mischievously. "Here, let me show you."
He stood up and deliberately scattered his leftovers on the floor. Then he shouted at Brian, "Hey, you! Come here and clean up this mess."
Without thinking too much, Brian hurried over and squatted down to clean up the scattered leftovers.
Suddenly, he felt a stream of cold liquid drenching his hair.
He looked up in shock. It turned out that Kim had poured a bottle of drink over his head.
Brian stood up immediately. With clenched fists, he glared at Kim, blue veins bulging on his forehead.
Kim rolled his eyes unhurriedly. Instead of being afraid, he patted Brian on the cheek and sneered, "What's the matter? Do you want to hit me?"
Brian's eyes were blazing with fury. But before he threw a punch at Kim, he thought about his situation.
It had taken him a lot of effort to get this part-time job in the canteen. Apart from the salary, he was allowed to collect bottles and sell them for extra money.
If he hit Kim here today, he would likely lose his job. Then he wouldn't be able to pay his own tuition, not to mention pay the medical fees of Rosy's mother.
Brian took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and forced a smile. "No... No, I don't want to hit you."
"Ha-ha!"
Seeing this, both Kim and Jeanne burst into laughter in unison.
"You are such a fucking loser! Go and buy me a lottery ticket. You can keep the change as a reward. Then send this package to Room 1024 of Galaxy Hotel, got it?"
Kim took out a hundred-dollar bill and tossed it at Brian's face. Then he slipped his arm around Jeanne's waist and the two left, laughing all the way.
Brian picked up the package Kim left expressionlessly and picked up the hundred-dollar bill off the floor.
It was better to send the package to the hotel first and then go to buy a lottery ticket for Kim.
When he thought about the change he'd get after buying one lottery ticket, Brian's displeasure vanished in an instant.
He trotted all the way to Room 1024 of the hotel in high spirits.
Just as he was about to knock at the door, he heard a woman's pleasured moans from inside the room.
Brian's hand stopped midair. His cheeks turned as red as tomatoes with embarrassment. But soon, he realized that something was wrong.
Why did the woman inside sound like Rosy?
The more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became. He raised his fist and pounded on the door twice, shouting, "Open the door!"
"Who's that? What a bummer!" the girl complained loudly.
"Don't worry, babe. Maybe it's just the courier. I asked Kim to buy me some sex toys. I'll make it up to you later."
Seconds later, the door was opened.
Brian's eyes suddenly widened and his mind went completely blank.
Why the hell was Rosy here?
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
"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."
"I ran. Ran as fast as my legs could go. Away. Away from him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hailey Pritchett loved her job as the secretary of Henry Caldwell, the CEO of the Caldwell Industries. She was a woman who liked safety, and stayed far away from danger. However, the company is bought by a ruthless businessman who is known as the Sniper. Theodore Benson is a ruthless billionaire, and is known as the Sniper in the business world. Because he kills his opponents without letting them know. He bows down to no one, and when he wants something, he does everything - whether legal or not - to possess it. When Hailey and Theodore aka the Sniper, come face to face, Hailey knows that Theodore is dangerous. So Hailey does what she does best in the face of danger. She runs. But will Theodore let her get away? Theodore wants Hailey Pritchett, and won't stop until he has her - in every possible way. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
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?
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!