Her billionaire husband divorces her when she needs him the most. She has a week left to live and has just discovered she's pregnant. Life gives her a second chance to get revenge on her ex husband, but will she fall even harder for him now or overlook the fact that CEO Aaron, Alpha of the Grey pack, was only trying to protect her by letting her go?
"It's right here in your head. We can't get rid of it because it's in a delicate spot. I'm sorry, Mrs. Hendrix."
The doctor's words hit me like a meteor falling from the sky. I was crushed, utterly devastated. I had just a week left to live before the tumour in my brain took my life.
My hands shook as I held the mahogany table. "Are you sure there's nothing that can be done, Dr. Trevor?"
"It has already spread to all the vital organs in your body. We'd ask that you return home and spend your last days in the care of your loved ones."
Three hours ago, I fainted and hit my head on the handle of the cabinet beneath the kitchen sink. I had been feeling blue on the morning of my wedding, but I had no idea this would be the outcome of my hospital visit. The tumour gave no signs while it ate me up inside out.
Moreover, my husband had left me all night. It was supposed to be our wedding night, but I could tell he was running, giving excuses because he didn't want to have anything to do with me. This flash marriage was his idea. He approached me a few weeks ago while I was handling some tasks in the company. He knew I needed the money and he convinced me to do something as crazy as this.
I grabbed my purse. The nurse behind me helped me settle into the wheelchair. She rolled me out of the doctor's office. Just this morning, I was exchanging vows. Now I'm on my final breaths. Who knows when it will be over?
I thought about throwing his ring away, but I felt I had to speak to my husband, Aaron, about this. I hoped he would want to fight for me, even though the first time we actually got close enough was four weeks ago in that bar down the street.
In reality, I met Aaron Hendrix, the owner of Grey groups one year ago. He was my boss, but the first time I said a word to him was at that bar a few weeks ago. He didn't know who I was, but I knew who he was, and if I wasn't under the influence of alcohol, I would have walked away instead of landing in his bed.
I sighed. My driver helped me into the flashy sedan. He tucked the wheelchair into the front seat while I settled into the backseat. Who had I wronged? Why was this happening to me? I've suffered all my life to just end it this way, without the luxury of a second chance.
So, I cried. I cried hard while the driver took me home and when we arrived at Aaron's grand house, my stomach churned. I wanted to puke. The driver handed me over to the maid, who helped me to the toilet.
I puked and puked until I was sure my insides had found their way into the toilet drain. When I was done, I took a shower and waited in the living room for Aaron to get back. He was probably looking down on me because I was his staff and because I was cheap enough to have had a one-night-stand with him back then. Maybe, just maybe that was why he stayed out tonight.
But if anything, I was grateful for our marriage. I had finally found a way to save Suzy, my sister.
"June."
I heard his manly and confident voice summon me from outside the living room door. I didn't roll the wheelchair towards his voice because I also heard his footsteps approaching.
Aaron walked into the living room after crossing the narrow hallway that came right ahead of the foyer. He looked handsome, still in his tux. When he got a lot closer, he reeked of alcohol.
He held a brown envelope in one hand. I was focused on it. It distracted me and I didn't get to see his reaction to my current pale and fragile state.
"June, what's wrong?" He asked while rooted to a spot.
"I fainted."
He pinched his eyes closed and released a frustrated sigh. Then, he cracked them open and cast me a tender gaze I had never seen before, except on the night he was inside me.
"Talk to me. What happened?"
I had said I wouldn't cry, but I just couldn't stop looking at the envelope in his hands that seemed too serious. My eyes become teary.
"Dr. Trevor said..." I whispered until my voice disappeared, but I tried again, looking at him square in the eyes. "He said I have a tumour in my head. Aaron, I have just one week left."
Aaron gripped the envelope hard, squeezing it in an alarming way. He looked scared, confused. It shocked me when a lone tear rolled down his cheek. Did this mean he cared?
"Jesus, June..." He raked a hand through his dark brown hair, crouching and clutching his skull. "This can't be true."
I rolled the wheelchair closer to him. This felt like the most intimate we've been ever since that night that secretly meant a lot to me than it did to him. I took his hands away from his head as he raised his eyes to me. I was already a crying mess.
"Aaron, I'm dying. I don't have much time left, but you have to be my strength and the strength of my family."
His jaw clenched, and he looked away. I saw the look in his eyes before he averted them. He wasn't here because he was ready to play husband. Aaron came home on our wedding night with this envelope for a reason.
"My sister still needs your help. Suzy needs you when I'm no longer around." I tasted my snot on my tongue.
Aaron stood on his feet and took his hand away. He turned away from me for a long moment. I hated watching his taut back decide. It was too much torture.
"It's fine. If you don't want to look after them even when I'm dead, then just give Suzy the money to settle her loans-"
"Let's divorce."
His words were a slap in the face one million times. I was thrown off this wheelchair in my head and I was slammed and plastered against the wall behind me. My head began to shake violently.
"No, No, No! You can't do this to me-"
"June, my mind is already made up. Let's end this marriage."
"I just told you I'm dying, and you want to get a divorce?"
He extended the hand holding the brown envelope, stabbing me in the chest with a double-edged sword. I was restless. I couldn't breathe. How could he?
"This can't be happening." I sighed, sobbing out a laugh and sniffling.
"Also, your family won't get a dime from me. I can no longer settle Suzy's debts. You would have to do that yourself." His expression turned to stone. He was no longer the Aaron that walked into our home this evening. They were now two different people.
I shot up from the wheelchair and grabbed his collar, screaming in his face. "No! You can't do this to me. I signed a legal contract and married you on the altar-Aaron, please! They will kill her. Those loan sharks will kill her."
Aaron pulled my hand away from his collar and spat in my face. "I want you out of my house right this minute. Never come back to me, June Kim."
Where had I gone wrong? He had obviously come into our home this evening to deliver this performance, but I ended up shocking him with the news of my impending death. It affected him, so why then was he treating me like trash now?
Aaron went into the master bedroom and took out all the suitcases and belongings I had moved into his room hours earlier. He threw them over the railing of the stairs and then outside the building. I tried to stop him.
I grabbed onto his leg, but he kicked me out the door and flung me across the lawn. What shocked me more was the look of guilt and regret in his eyes. It was like he didn't want to do this, but he was doing this.
"Aaron, please." I called out from where I was grovelling on the hard ground under the night sky before he shut the door of his home. "You-You can't do this to my family and I."
"Don't appear before me again, June. Have a good death."
My heart broke. How cruel was he to have said that? As I took my belongings away from his house, as much as I could carry at a time, I vowed to get my revenge for tonight's humiliation...
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Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
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Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
When Corynn mustered up the courage to tell Elliot about her pregnancy, she unexpectedly found him gallantly helping another woman from his car. Her heart sank as three years of effort to secure his love crumbled before her eyes, compelling her to leave him behind. Three years later, life had taken Corynn down a new path with someone else, while Elliot was left grappling with regret. Seizing a moment of vulnerability, he pleaded, "Corynn, let's get married." Shaking her head with a faint smile, Corynn gently replied, "Sorry, I'm already engaged."