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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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Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
*****
"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
••••*••••*••••*
Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
The Billionaire's Cruelty, My Secret Daughter
Rabbit The thunder cracked over the Hamptons, but it was nothing compared to Elena Sharp's scream. She lay twisted on the marble foyer, accusing me of trying to kill her baby. My husband, Julian, walked in, saw the scene, and his eyes froze me out of his life forever.
He didn't listen, shoving a separation agreement across the desk, accusing me of murder. Stripped of my name and home, I was thrown out, left with nothing but my clothes and a terrifying secret growing inside me.
My accounts frozen, I ended up in a crumbling Philadelphia row house, forced to pawn heirlooms. During a fire, my water broke, and I delivered our premature daughter, June, whose lungs were damaged. I stole formula to feed her, facing massive medical bills.
Accused of destroying an heir, I was exiled while carrying his true legacy, fighting for every breath. The injustice burned, but June's life was my only fight.
Three years later, June needed life-saving surgery. Julian's dying grandmother called me back with the funds, forcing a cruel charade with the man who hated me, a man still oblivious to his daughter. Pregnant and Divorced: I Hid His Heir
Rabbit Vivian clutched her Hermès bag, her doctor's words echoing: "Extremely high-risk pregnancy." She hoped the baby would save her cold marriage, but Julian wasn't in London as his schedule claimed. Instead, a paparazzi photo revealed his early return-with a blonde woman, not his wife, at the private airport exit.
The next morning, Julian served divorce papers, callously ending their "duty" marriage for his ex, Serena. A horrifying contract clause gave him the right to terminate her pregnancy or seize their child. Humiliated, demoted, and forced to fake an ulcer, Vivian watched him parade his affair, openly discarding her while celebrating Serena.
This was a calculated erasure, not heartbreak. He cared only for his image, confirming he would "handle" the baby himself. A primal rage ignited her. "Just us," she whispered to her stomach, vowing to sign the divorce on her terms, keep her secret safe, and walk away from Sterling Corp for good, ready to protect her child alone. His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love
Rabbit Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun.
Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos.
As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage.
The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice.
Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her. The 100-Point Divorce Plan
Gavin For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave.
The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for.
In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in.
"Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer."
His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient.
"I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now."
He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure. My Fiancé Married Me To My Rival
rabbit At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out.
When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage.
I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was.
He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt.
"You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon."
I froze, thinking he was joking too.
My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love.
Eventually, I was about to marry Liam.
But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go."