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HER TEARS
Romance "C-Cashren ..."
"Cervin ..."
I was shocked when I saw Cervin and ... Cashren on the veranda of our house.
I was already staring at my stand while looking at the two of them. There seemed to be thousands of needles stuck in my heart and suddenly it hurt badly.
The speed of its pulse and it was as if something was really squeezing him.
M-It hurts, it hurts. It hurts me to see them like this. They just stood and faced each other.
From where I was standing I looked up at the veranda on the second floor. I could hear what they were talking about.
"I miss ... you, babe. W-Where have you been?" Cervin asked in a weakened voice. There was also a hint in her voice that she was crying.
I didn't realize that my tears were already welling up and I was covering my mouth so that I couldn't let out my sobs.
"I-I've been looking for you, babe. I-I've been looking for you for a long time ..."
"Cervin ..."
My knees were weakening so I knelt on the grass just outside our mansion.
Or just their mansion? I don't belong here, eh. H-I'm not really a real family. P-But I admit that I have fallen in love with them.
"M-Mommy?" baby Cerae called me and looked at me confused but when she saw me crying she hugged me.
"Hush, mommy ..."
"Don't g-go anywhere, babe. H-Don't leave us my son. Please ... d-just stay here ..." Cervin said and he still felt sorry for Cashren.
Didn’t, Shin initially warn you not to fall for him? H-Don't love Cervin Raeson Vesalius because he has a legal wife and you, you're just his proxy wife.
P-But I couldn't stop m-love him, eh. I love him, that it hurts me too.
I fell in love with a man I loved in the first place. I fell in love with a married man.
A-The pain is over now ... I-He found his wife and I couldn't even prepare.
"I love you, Cashren. I l-love you, babe."
My heart was broken when I heard the words spoken by the man I loved that I dreamed he would say to me. That I dreamed I could hear from his mouth but I did hear it, though not for me.
I let go of baby Cerae's hug and I ran out.
"M-Mommy, don't go! M-Mommy ... I'm fine ... Don't m-leave me, m-mommy ..."
I no longer ignored Cervin’s son even though my heart longed not to leave him.
But this is my only choice ... I have no place in their house, I have no place in Cervin's heart. And I know she would rather have her son grow up with its real mother.
And I have no right to take it away. I'm no one, a nobody. And I'm st*pid, my t-nga because I love Cervin.
Runaway is a best choice and I left them.
I am Marshin Escalante, a young woman who just lived on the farm and became the proxy wife of Cervin Raeson Vesalius and this was the first chapter of my life.
SOMEDAY, I'LL BE GONE signing off ... I'll Be Gone
Romance "GOOD morning," I greeted the woman at the information desk.
"Good morning, ma'am," she greeted back and smiled.
"On which floor is Dr. de Cervantes?" I politely asked him and frowned at him.
"5th floor, ma'am. Who are they?" If before there was a smile on his lips, now he is frowning and looks ... angry?
"I'm Arthea Primero-de Cervantes. I'm his wife," I replied smiling and seemed proud to tell her that I was Dr. Cervantes' wife. of Cervantes.
"I'm not kidding you," he said without emotion and I frowned.
"Me either, I'm not joking around, miss. I just want to know where my husband's office is," I said and there was no emotion in my voice.
Do I look like I'm joking with him? Not really, ah? I just want to know which floor my husband's office is on. Ay! It's on the 5th floor! He says.
I was about to leave the girl when she stopped me.
"Dr. de Cervantes went out earlier with his wife, miss," he said and really emphasized the word 'wife'.
And at what he said it was as if a needle had sunk into my chest. Did I hear something wrong? Si ano? Is my husband with his wife? Seriously? E, I'm still here. Who is that wife?
"W-who?" I asked stunned.
"Jillian de Cervantes," she replied smiling.
Huh? Jillian? Jillian de Cervantes? When else did de Cervantes change his surname? And what? J-jillian?
Oh, yeah! Jillian, Jillian is his first love. I was holding onto my chest as I felt its pain more.
None of my own walked back and I didn’t even notice the tears I had falling from my eyes.
I was at the exit of the hospital when I saw my wife ... and she was with that woman.
"Thank you for the treat, babe," I heard Jillian say and I stopped walking.
"No problem, babe," my wife said with a smile.
He was really different when he was with Jillian. With this woman Lervin rejoices.
They were walking in my direction and I felt like I was stuck where I was. I can't move and I'm having a hard time.
Lervin stopped walking when he saw me and I was confused.
I started to walk and I did. But I also lost my balance and stumbled. I could feel the pain in my chin and I definitely had a wound from it.
Funny, I can’t stand it. I could not move my body.
"Miss, are you okay?" the man in front of me asked.
Do I look okay in this situation? That was what I would have said to that man, but even my voice I could not get out.
This is not the first time this has happened to me. Often, I lose my balance and often I can’t speak.
Why is it? Is something wrong with me? Am I not normal?
"Stand up, stupi-d." Tears welled up in my cheeks as I heard her cold voice.
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Passions Endure Fiercely
AAAngels It was June, at the crack of dawn, a beautiful woman woke up with pains wracking her body and a splitting headache in a presidential suite of a five-star hotel, somewhere in the capital city, Nordeny.
She felt utterly exhausted. Her head was killing her. It was as if she had woken up in a stranger's body. The young woman was Anya MacMillan. She forced her eyes open and pushed herself up. The sight before her baffled her.
A huge bed. Messy sheets with streaks of dried dubious fluids stained. Clothes strewn across the bed and the floor. Clothes that belonged to her and a man.
Anya jerked in shock. She whipped her head around and stared at the other side of the bed.
On the huge and messy bed slept the man whom she had been secretly in love with forever. Evan Welton, the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. The Adonis of Nordeny.
Exhaustion lined his handsome face. His eyes were tightly shut. He showed no signs of waking up. He was completely naked, His finely sculpted form laid completely bare to Anya's eyes.
The pounding in Anya's head worsened.
Her breathing quickened. Did she...had she...with Evan...last night?
Anya shoved aside the splitting pain in her head and forced herself to recall what had happened last night.
Last night...she remembered that she had paid a visit to her stepmother.
What had happened after that?
Her memories were a blur. Her head felt heavy and her neck was killing her. Amid the fog clouding her head, snippets of memories flashed. She remembered heated touches, naked flesh and then some...
There was no doubt about it. They had sex.
It must be her stepmother. Her stepmother must have drugged them! Anya couldn't think of anyone else who would do something so vicious to her!
Anya felt an alarm sound off in her head. 'She had to get out of here,' she thought. She tried to clamber out of bed immediately. She knew exactly who Evan Welton was.
The man set to inherit the vast fortunes of the wealthiest family in Nordeny and the bachelor whom every young woman from any respectable family sought to marry. A man who loathed the advances of women he didn't know. Angering him would mean death.
Anya imagined the possibility of Evan waking up right now. What would he think when he saw the mess? There was no way she could talk her way out of this one.
She had been secretly in love with the man since she had been a girl. She didn't want the man to detest her.
Anya scrambled to get out of bed. Suddenly, something shot towards her from the other side of the bed. He wrapped himself around her slender waist and yanking her back forcefully. The next moment, she was trapped under someone. She heard a husky male voice, rough with anger and through a clenched jaw. "Anya MacMillan...how dare you drug me..."
Anya's mind cleared up. The fog that had clouded her head dispelled immediately. She shook her head frantically. "I didn't do it! It wasn't me..."
"You didn't? How did you end up in my bed then?" Evan detested such shameless and stealthy means. His fingers tightened around Anya's pale arms. His strong grip nearly crushed her fragile bones.
Pain spiked down Anya's arms. Her eyes reddened as she repeated herself.
Evan wasn't interested in listening to her denials. In his view, she was just another despicable, loose woman who drugged him so that she could sleep with him. He released his grip on her and shoved her aside roughly. Then, he got out of bed and began to dress himself. "I don't want to see you again. Ever. Appear in my sight again and you're dead."
The young man pulled on the rest of his clothes angrily.
It was then that Sydney, Anya's stepsister, burst into the room suddenly. The sight of the mess in the room sent her into an instant rage. She had thought that the drug would make them pa** out and put up a deception of them having had sex.
They weren't supposed to actually sleep with each other! Honey, You are Mine
ELAINE MALLIN After being framed by her boyfriend and best friend, Nicole ended up spending the night with a mysterious stranger. She thoroughly enjoyed the unexpected rendezvous, but when she woke up the next morning, she couldn’t help but feel bad about what she did. All of her guilt, however, was washed away when she saw the face of the man lying next to her.
“He’s... beautiful,” she whispered, awed by what she was seeing. Her guilt quickly turned into shame, and it drove her to leave the man a bit of money before she left.
Kerr was astounded. ‘Did that woman try to pay me? Like a prostitute?’ he thought, offended. “Ask the hotel manager for the surveillance video,” he commanded his assistant authoritatively, his eyebrows furrowed. He had a determined expression on his face. “I want to find out who was in my room last night.”
‘And when I find that woman, I’m going to teach her a lesson!’
Where will their story go? Billionaire's Regret: Ex Returns
Joy Daniel
The day Ava Smith discovered she was pregnant, her husband handed her divorce papers. Cold, cruel, and heartless, Logan Smith claimed he never loved her and that their marriage was nothing but a deal forced by his grandparents. His true love, Arabella, had returned... and Ava was no longer needed.
Heartbroken and cast out, determined to change everything. Ava thought she had lost everything, until fate led her back into the arms of the powerful brothers she thought were gone forever. When they learned the truth, they vowed to destroy the man who broke her. The forgotten had come back with more than a broken heart. She came back with a child and a legacy.
Now, Logan wants her back, claiming to repay for the past years. He fell on his knees saying, "You can't marry him, I still love you. I am sorry."
Your brother, my husband
Desewa Naomi Thompson was blissfully preparing for her wedding to Alexander Darlington, the man she had loved since high school. But what should have been a romantic visit to his apartment turned into a nightmare, she found clues-Rachel's clothes and whispered conversations-that revealed a shocking betrayal. Instead of the fairy-tale ending she had dreamed of, Naomi was forced to confront the painful truth: Alexander had been unfaithful. Her world shattered just days before her wedding.
In a desperate attempt to escape reality, she had a one-night stand with a stranger-only to later discover he was her fiancé's elder brother, Raymond Darlington.
Naomi ran from the marriage, vowing never to return. But five years later, she comes back with a new identity, Erica Smith, and a mission-to reclaim what rightfully belongs to her. To achieve this, she must enter into a contract marriage with Raymond Darlington. Will her plans for revenge stay intact, or will fate have a different path in store for her?