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Yesterday's Loved

Yesterday's Loved

"I can't stay still, walking back and forth. If only someone was with me now, I know their eyes would hurt watching me. I've been waiting for him since earlier, but he took so long to come. Feeling tired, I sat on the couch, but I stood up immediately as the front door opened, and he walked in. He's finally home. "Where have you been?" I asked my husband as he arrived late. Yes, I've been waiting for him. It's already 2:03 in the morning, and he just decided to come home now. Nothing new in his actions. I even get home earlier than him – from work, while he comes from his school. No emotion showed on his face, and he just continued walking without responding to me. "Lazel Hyrroz," I sternly uttered his name. I followed him into his room. He unbuttoned his uniform after casually dropping his backpack on the bed. "I'm tired. Don't bother me now," he said coldly, avoiding eye contact. "That's why I'm asking why you're only coming home now and where you've been at this hour," I questioned him firmly. He took off his white polo, leaving only his undershirt. "You know? You have a lot of roles in my life," he sarcastically remarked, facing me. His face remained emotionless, and the way he looked at me seemed indifferent. "You're not just a mother, sister, or brother. Now, your role is a strict father who waited for his son who didn't come home last night but decided to show up now," he added, grinning. "You've grown up, Lazel Hyrroz. Even if you're no longer under your parents' care, remember that there's still someone who cares about you," I stated. "You? Do you care about me? I'm just your husband on paper, and I never asked you to worry about me. I told you from the beginning not to interfere, and I'll do the same to you," he said sternly. That's just how he is – hard-hearted and indifferent to me or my feelings. "Lazel Hyrroz..." "If you have nothing else to say, leave, Lola," he insultingly called me Lola this time. I sighed, acknowledging his disrespectful behavior. I turned away as he removed his white undershirt. "You've seen my body. So, why are you still avoiding me? I know you liked what we did last night, didn't you? You took advantage of me while I was drunk," he insinuated, and those words felt like a slap. My chest tightened violently. "Before you sleep, take a bath or wash your body. If you haven't eaten, just heat the food that I cooked earlier," I said, hearing his mocking laugh and the creaking of the bed as a sign that he sat down. "Yes, Manang," he said mockingly, using another insult this time. I closed his room door gently, pausing for a moment before leaning against it. Tears threatened to spill, weighing heavily on my chest. Is this the reason he came home so late? Because in over a year, something happened between us only once? We were both drunk, and I can't remember anything about that night. I questioned myself. How long will we be like this, Lazel Hyrroz? *** When I wake up every morning, my uniform is neatly prepared on the sofa bed, and my black shoes are polished. In the kitchen, there's food ready, with a sticky note on the fridge. I took it and read the neat handwriting. Despite that, I still dislike it. "Don't forget to eat your breakfast before you go to school, Lazel Hyrroz." -Calysta After reading it, I crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash bin. I opened the fridge, grabbed a cold water bottle, and finished its contents. I glanced at the prepared breakfast on the table, but as usual, I left it untouched. I entered the university with an empty stomach, but it's okay; Hanemira usually shares her food with me. That's where I usually have my breakfast. "You didn't have breakfast again, huh?" I just smiled at her question and slowly smiled. Simultaneously, she held my hand, handing me a spoon. She also had my lunch box. "I still cooked it." Her cooking wasn't the best, but I appreciated it because she's the girl I like. *** When I got home, I expected to find her in the living room, busy with her laptop, drinking coffee. "You didn't eat your breakfast again. You didn't even touch them," she greeted me. I raised the corner of my lips. I've memorized those words since she always says them to me. "Who told you to cook my breakfast?" I asked, hearing her sigh again. Honestly, I don't feel anything for her. I don't like her, and I will never love a woman ten years older than me. We only got married because she's wealthier than my family, and our company needed her. That's the only reason I endure living in this cramped house. That's what I feel. I ignored her and went upstairs, but before that, I stopped to ask her about this. "For you, what is love?" She furrowed her brows, confused by my question. "Why are you asking me that?" she asked back. "I just want to know your opinion. What does love mean to you?" I asked, genuinely interested in her perspective on love. "Love ruins a person's life." I raised an eyebrow at her statement. How does it r
My one-sided Love

My one-sided Love

“Kill him.” The moment the words were out of his mouth, she dropped the gun in shock and took a back step. “I can’t,” she said, stuttering. “Why?” he asked. “It’s a sin,” she whispered. Before she could step away, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer. She gasped seeing him so close to her and was struggling to move away from him. “What will happen if you sinned?” he asked, leaning close to her ear. “Please,” she begged. “I will tell you what will happen. If you sin," he leaned closer before adding, "you burn in hell,” he said, his hot breath fanning her skin. “And this is hell.” Before she could stop him or pull her hand away, he pulled the trigger, followed by the gunshot, and she shut her eyes tightly. One mistake, and it cost her a price she was not ready to pay. If only she knew a night was all needed for her life to go from good to worse, she would never have stepped out of her house. If only someone had warned her not to cross his path she would never have served herself to him on a silver platter. Adah Malik made one mistake and it cost her a price she was not ready to pay. What was her mistake? She crossed her path with the mysterious Aryan Abdullah. Aryan Abdullah, an aloof businessman, held power and money yet nothing seemed to interest him. He enjoys facing death more than life but one night and one intruder changed him. She came into his life as a puzzle but soon she became his only restorative. He knew she was a walking disaster for him and she knew he was nothing but a danger yet that one night was enough to intertwine their fate.
Falling in Love with Devil (Dark Romance)

Falling in Love with Devil (Dark Romance)

“You fucking bitch, I told you to stay here, and I will think about what I can do for you to not assassinate you, but you're just being a bitch” He yelled and turn my back like always I did whenever I was punished by a stick. "Bitch” He yelled throwing stick after stick, I felt my body turn numb getting to continue beating. “This time I won't let it go easily” He yelled, tearing my cloth. My body jerked back, his cold hand roamed my back. “I teach you today what happens when you just disobey my single command,” He said, turning me, removing a thin cloth from my body. "No, Liam" I screamed. “Why, It was always meant to be mine. Right?” His face had an evil smirk on. “Please no, Liam. Not like that…” I whispered, hugging myself with my hand hiding my naked self from his burning eyes. “No Amber… This will only happen like this, You fucking bitch tried to deceive me” He said, taking a fistful of my hair with enough grip to make me cry. “I won't do that again, Promise,” I said showing him my pinky finger like always we seal our promise. “Amber…” He sighed, like controlling himself. “Promise…” He said, taking my pinky finger with his finger. “This time promise will be sealed with my way baby” He smirked, bending my pinky finger. His eyes were like some beast that just want to hurt someone so badly. Author Note : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The Ice Queen's Secret Superstar Husband

The Ice Queen's Secret Superstar Husband

Katy Riddle was Hollywood’s untouchable "Ice Queen" and the secret wife of Oscar-winning Best Actor, Arther Knowles. To the world, they were distant. But in the shadows, she ran his most obsessive fan account under the alias 'Chi-Chi'. Her perfect double life shattered when a leaked Gala video went viral. The footage destroyed her cold persona, showing her staring at Arther with raw, starving adoration. But the real nightmare was the final frame. The camera zoomed in, exposing a frayed, black braided string bracelet hidden beneath her diamonds. Five years ago, as a nobody, she had dropped that exact handmade token at Arther's feet in a chaotic airport crowd. "Take it down! I refuse to look like a desperate groupie!" Katy screamed at her agent. She threw millions to aggressively scrub the video from the internet, terrified her husband would discover her pathetic secret and ruin their marriage of equals. Thinking she was safe, she wore a heavy disguise and sneaked into his exclusive fan meet. But when Arther walked on stage, her heart stopped. Tucked discreetly beneath his shirt, resting against his chest, was that exact same cheap black bracelet. Why was the Best Actor wearing a crazy fan's trash? Before she could process the shock, Arther's dark eyes bypassed the screaming crowd and locked directly onto her masked face. A slow, dangerously possessive smile spread across his lips, proving he already knew exactly who she was.
The CEO's Obsession With The Teacher

The CEO's Obsession With The Teacher

Elaine signed a strict Non-Disclosure Agreement right after a rough one-night stand with a rugged security contractor, agreeing that either party could walk away at any time. But just hours later at her kindergarten teaching job, the terrifying father of her most violent student walked into the principal's office. It was him. He wasn't a bodyguard; he was Damian Carlisle, a billionaire CEO who practically owned the city. Panicked, Elaine immediately invoked the NDA's termination clause and texted him to never contact her again. But Damian completely ignored the contract. He used his immense wealth to manipulate the school administration, forcing her into a mandatory, private home visit at his heavily guarded penthouse. He cornered her in empty school hallways, trapped her in his private elevator, and made his absolute dominance terrifyingly clear. "Contracts are only for people who are forced to follow rules. I don't follow rules." He even ruthlessly trained his five-year-old son in a boxing ring, showing no mercy, pulling Elaine deeper into his dark and violent family dynamic. She didn't understand why a man with limitless power would obsessively trap a modest kindergarten teacher. If it was just a physical transaction, why did he investigate her real identity, block every exit, and refuse to let her walk away? What exactly did this billionaire want from her? When she nearly fell down a flight of glass stairs trying to save his traumatized, sleepwalking son, Damian caught her, crushing her against his chest. Realizing she couldn't escape his high-tech fortress, Elaine decided to stop running and uncover the terrifying truth behind his obsession.
THE BILLIONAIRE'S BADASS WIFE

THE BILLIONAIRE'S BADASS WIFE

A woman named Isabella Thompson is walking alone in a heavy downpour at night. She falls beside a black car on the curb and desperately crawls into it, realizing that she would be found frozen to death in the rain by morning. However, she doesn't notice the strong smell of blood in the air. In the dark, a pair of dark eyes with a bluish tint snap open and dart to her with a sharp light in them. The owner of the eyes, a severely injured man, tries to push her away, but he's too weak. Isabella lowers her head and presses her body against the man's toned body, angering him. The rain finally subsides into a drizzle, and Isabella wakes up in the car the next morning, trying to recall how she ended up there. Isabella is outside her parents' house, where she overhears a conversation between Samantha Lang, a famous TV personality and her fan, and another person. Samantha insults Isabella and reveals that they were swapped at birth, which explains the odd atmosphere at home lately. Isabella was taken to a five-star hotel in Dawton City, but she escaped because she realized she had been set up. She feels wistful and wants to think that Mr. and Mrs. Thompson are still her parents, even if she is not related to them. However, she hears Mrs. Thompson say that Isabella is a cheap girl who does not deserve to be Samantha's servant, and that the Lang family would not recognize her as their daughter.