My first blind date after the divorce turned out to be a good friend of my ex-husband. The charming and tender care he offered made me let my guard down in his love.
 My first blind date after the divorce turned out to be a good friend of my ex-husband. The charming and tender care he offered made me let my guard down in his love.
After my divorce, my first blind date turned out to be with my ex-husband's good friend. His intoxicating tenderness and care made me let down my guard completely and fall deeply in love with him.
But now, looking at his suited figure walking away, I felt nothing but disgust. It wasn't just because of his peculiar habits, it was because all the sweetness between us was an act. He deceived me and shared an unspeakable secret with my ex-husband.
I used to constantly remind myself of what he lost because of me, and how he was tormented by it. But now, all that remained was a deep sense of indignation.
Not long after the divorce, my family was in a rush to set me up on blind dates. At the time, I wasn't interested in relationships and just wanted to embrace my single life gracefully. But who can resist the relentless pressure from my mother to get married? Reluctantly agreeing to appease my mother's insistence, I met Gavin for a quick blind date.
Unexpectedly, we met again shortly after, during one of my most embarrassing moments. That day, I was rushing to deliver documents to a client. The sky, which had been clear, suddenly turned stormy with thunder and a heavy downpour. With no shelter in sight, I had to protect the documents while running forward. Worse, my heel got stuck in a drain, and I fell into a puddle, my thin clothes becoming increasingly transparent.
At that moment, a black-handled umbrella was thrust into my hand, and then a roomy men's sports jacket was draped over my shoulders. A pair of well-defined hands lifted my feet, freeing my shoes, and thus rescued me from my embarrassing and desperate social mortification. Like an angel descending as a savior, it was Gavin.
That evening, I treated him to dinner to express my gratitude and discovered his humor and charm. We shared many common interests: we both loved listening to popular music artists, enjoyed reading at the library, and played badminton. We had similar views and often sparked each other's thoughts, making me feel like we were long-lost friends. This delightful communication made me feel understood by Gavin, and naturally, we became friends.
Later, when I suddenly suffered from a stomachache and my parents were too far away to reach me in time. Gavin happened to pass by and rescued me once again. At the hospital, he rushed around, paying bills, queuing, and accompanying me for check-ups. With a handkerchief, he gently wiped away the sweat and tears streaming down my face due to the pain, soothing my anxious emotions with soft words. In the end, he carried me piggyback to the infusion center, covering my eyes and holding me tightly as the nurse prepared to insert the needle into my vein. At that precise moment, I could hear my heart pounding, feeling as if a long-lost void had been filled, bringing me a sense of comfort and elation.
Gavin seemed to possess both the heroic traits that easily captivate women's hearts and the profound understanding they deeply crave. Increasingly, I found myself thinking of him, experiencing immense joy and anticipation with every encounter. In the stillness of the night, my mind wandered to what he might be doing, whether he was accompanied by someone else, and if he ever thought of me with longing. Yet, I dared not voice these thoughts nor inquire, tormented by my own fears of loss and gain.
On May 4th, late at night on Gavin's first day of a business trip, I received his confession via text. The wish I had longed for finally came true, and I joyfully accepted without hesitation.
An hour ago, I received a message from Gavin stating that his business trip had concluded prematurely and he was currently on a high-speed train returning. At that moment, I was overjoyed, feeling as if I had been separated for ages, just like the saying goes, "A day without you feels like a lifetime."
 "My sister threatens to take my mate. And I let her keep him." Born without a wolf, Seraphina is the disgrace of her pack-until a drunken night leaves her pregnant and married to Kieran, the ruthless Alpha who never wanted her. But their decade-long marriage was no fairytale. For ten years, she endured the humiliation: No Luna title. No mating mark. Just cold sheets and colder stares. When her perfect sister returned, Kieran filed for divorce the same night. And her family was happy to see her marriage broken. Seraphina didn't fight but left silently. However, when danger struck, shocking truths emerged: ☽ That night wasn't an accident ☽ Her "defect" is actually a rare gift ☽ And now every Alpha-including her ex-husband-will fight to claim her Too bad she's done being owned. *** Kieran's growl vibrated through my bones as he pinned me against the wall. The heat of him seared through layers of fabric. "You think leaving is that easy, Seraphina?" His teeth grazed the unmarked skin of my throat. "You. Are. Mine." A hot palm slid up my thigh. "No one else will ever touch you." "You had ten years to claim me, Alpha." I bared my teeth in a smile. "Funny how you only remember I'm yours... when I'm walking away."
 "Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."
 **Mature Content!** "I'm so sorry, Mr. Lawson, you can marry my daughter Marga but Sabrina is an exception." "Why? She's your daughter I thought you and my parents had already arranged this marriage. And I choose Sabrina. I won't marry anyone but Sabrina." "Then why Sabrina?" "Let's say that Sabrina and I have a special thing back then," Gabriel said with a little smile. Ferdinand frowned and was curious. "Well, she might deny it." Sabrina Mondragon Alvarez – is a mute rich woman. She's an introvert and hated getting along with rich people who always talk about senseless stuff. She was bullied by socialite but never they knew that behind that innocent-looking woman hides a strong and powerful aura. Being quiet doesn't mean weak but is something more dangerous than anything. Silence would lead all of her enemies to one place that can also be called danger. Soon, she'll have them in the place that she's secretly reserving for those who made her life and family miserable. She said to be someone who can't speak not until he came and chose her to be his wife. Gabriel Lawson - a rich powerful tycoon with a strong background. He fell in love with the woman he had a one night stand with and chose her to be his wife. He would do anything for her. And for those people who hurt her--they must pay a thousand folds.
 Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"
 Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
 Five years into marriage, Hannah caught Vincent slipping into a hotel with his first love-the woman he never forgot. The sight told her everything-he'd married her only for her resemblance to his true love. Hurt, she conned him into signing the divorce papers and, a month later, said, "Vincent, I'm done. May you two stay chained together." Red-eyed, he hugged her. "You came after me first." Her firm soon rocketed toward an IPO. At the launch, Vincent watched her clasp another man's hand. In the fitting room, he cornered her, tears burning in his eyes. "Is he really that perfect? Hannah, I'm sorry... marry me again."
  © 2018-now ManoBook
TOP
 GOOGLE PLAY