Here's the English translation of the text: "Two months into our marriage, my husband proposed a shared expenses system (AA system). All living expenses, support for parents, social obligations, childcare costs, etc., would be split evenly. I accepted. However, later on, he couldn't handle it himself. He begged me to support him! I kicked him out with one swift move. 'Get lost!'"
Two months into our marriage, my husband suggested we split all expenses equally. This included living costs, supporting our parents, social obligations, and raising children.
I agreed.
Later, he couldn't handle it, and begged me to support him.
I kicked him away.
"Get out of here!"
Recently, my father, Anthony Clark, fell ill.
The doctor informed me that after insurance, we still needed over 100, 000 dollars for the surgery.
I regretted buying a new car last month.
I called my husband, Gavin Russell. "Honey, can you lend me 100, 000 dollars? Anthony needs surgery."
"We're already splitting everything equally. Each of us should handle our own responsibilities," Gavin replied, colder than a stranger.
I bit my lip, trying to stay calm. "I said lend, not give!"
"I don't have it. Figure it out yourself." He hung up without a word of concern. Furious, I threw my bag onto the chair. What kind of mess did I get myself into?
"Cindy, did you get the money?" My mom, Lisa Clark, heard the commotion and asked from the hallway.
"Yes, don't worry!"
I had no choice but to call my boss. "Boss, I have a commission of 70, 000 dollars from last quarter that hasn't been paid. Can I get an advance?"
"What's wrong?"
I explained Anthony's situation to him.
"Alright, I'll make an exception for you. If it's not enough, I'll lend you some personally."
Seeing 100, 000 dollars in my bank account, I covered my face and cried.
What had marriage given me? Nothing but chaos.
It wasn't as rewarding as the respect and trust earned through my own hard work.
Four years ago, I married Gavin.
I was a hopeless romantic, captivated by his good looks since college.
Despite my parents' objections, thinking Gavin hadn't been reliable.
Even though his family didn't offer a traditional marriage gift from the groom's family, I believed love was priceless.
I was willing to offer a house as the gift for our marriage.
But after marriage, he suggested we split all expenses equally. This included living costs, supporting our parents, social obligations, and raising children.
I was surprised and didn't understand.
Although we both worked and had our own incomes, I never asked him for living expenses. We lived carefree, sometimes paying for utilities while he paid for gas. I bought groceries and oil, then he bought daily necessities.
I never cared to calculate who had contributed more.
But Gavin kept a little notebook, recording every expense.
After two months, he probably felt he was at a disadvantage.
But weren't couples supposed to weather storms together? Was there a need to be so calculative?
Gavin confidently persuaded me.
"Many people abroad do this. It's modern and reduces conflicts."
"But it feels more like a partnership than a marriage."
"Marriage is about choosing the right partner. Besides love, we must think long-term."
I began to reflect on our dating period. It seemed I spent more, but I never calculated it.
Since that was the case, I decided to give it a try.
From then on, Gavin recorded every bill and split everything with me, down to the exact cent.
A year later, I got pregnant.
I had severe pregnancy vomiting and rested at home after six months.
I applied for unpaid leave from work since maternity leave hadn't started.
During that time, Gavin's face was gloomy. I thought he was worried about my health, but it turned out he was concerned about my income.
"We're splitting everything equally, you know. I can't help you since you're not earning these months."
I frowned. This was even harsher than splitting every penny with one's own brother.
Seeing I didn't respond, Gavin anxiously explained further. "You have savings, right? They should last a few months."
I made a list, including formula, diapers, baby clothes, bottles, a stroller and so on.
"These are all necessary expenses. You buy them first, and I'll pay you back later."
Gavin frowned even more. He clearly hadn't planned for these costs.
"That's a lot of expenses. I don't have the money."
"Where did your money go?"
Gavin glared at me, dissatisfied.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
“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”.
"I, Riccardo Saviano, future Alpha of the Grey Shadow Moon Pack, reject you, Artemisia Guerrieri, Daughter of Alpha Franco of the Blood Moon Pack, as my mate and future Luna." One single sentence. One stupid single sentence was all it took to disintegrate my life. And the day of my birthday, on which this sentence was audaciously uttered to me, I lost the love of my life, my future mate, and my wolf, all at once. As I'm still assembling the pieces of my shattered heart years later, there they come. Like lightning out of a crystal blue sky. My Mates. But wait... If I am mated to triplets, how come I'm about to be mated to 5 gorgeous men? *** TW: explicit and foul language; spicy content; explicit sex scenes ***
For the whole 17 years of her existence, Alana did not know the word freedom and happiness having been confined in the basement of her family's house accused of killing her own mother. She's beaten, cursed at, and barely survived from crumbs of food thrown at her. She thought this is her final destiny and has accepted the bitter fate of her life not until the night of her 18th birthday, a mysterious alpha appeared at her door telling her that she is the long-lost daughter of the alpha king and claiming her as his mate he's been looking for several years now.
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"