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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?
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!"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Natalie used to think she could melt Connor’s icy heart, but she was sorely mistaken. When at last she decided to leave, she discovered that she was pregnant. Even so, she chose to quietly leave his world, prompting Connor to mobilize all of his resources and expand his business to a global scale—all in a bid to find her. But there was no trace of Natalie. Connor slowly spiraled into madness, turning the city upside down and leaving chaos in his wake. Natalie finally surfaced years later, with wealth and power of her own, only to find herself entangled with Connor once again.
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."