Stella Sullivan
Stella Sullivan's Book(1)
Not Your Typical Luna
Romance Mitchelle Payne returned from her pregnancy as a surrogate, to hear that her father had passed away. As a result of this, her stepmother and stepsister connived to chase her out of her father's house.
Three years later, in a bid to collect back her father's house which was going to be demolished, she had to play to the cards of Patrick, a wealthy business man, and the very man that she got pregnant for three years ago.
''Are you trying to seduce me?'' The arrogant man asked her on one occasion where she was trying to get him to pay attention to her.
''I didn't mean to,'' Mitchelle replied.
They came to an agreement which got deeper and they eventually agreed to get married, but Patrick was always so jealous and on the edge about her.
''Mommy, give me a little brother to play with,'' Venice cooed as she held on to Mitchelle's leg.
And so, after their wedding, every now and then, Patrick was always exhausting Mitchelle in bed. You might like
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SarahBlythe. "I want a divorce Noah", I said to him. My heart beating and knees weak. I was scared of how he would react.
'He should be happy right? I mean I am giving him a way out of the bondage of a marriage', I said to myself.
Noah expression darkened and I could see his jaw tighten. He stood up and took slow steady steps towards me with both hands in his pocket.
I immediately got scared and moved backwards.
Noah Wellesley isn't the abusive type but he hates me to the bone, I wasn't sure what he is capable of.
"Wh-what are you doing?", I asked, still moving backwards. Before approaching him for the request of divorce, I promised to be strong and not to let him intimidate me but... he is Noah Wellesley, the only man I have loved, and maybe still love.
"What did you say?", He growled and I flinched.
"I want to end this sham of a marriage, shouldn't you be happy?!", I suddenly found the courage to speak back.
"And what makes you think I would be happy if we divorce?", He uttered and my brows furrowed.
What did he mean by that?
I stopped moving and he soon caught up to me, his eyes dancing on my lips and I saw the hidden feelings in his eyes.
'Why is he like this?', I asked myself.