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Get the APPLove Unbreakable
Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine
The Unwanted Wife's Unexpected Comeback
Comeback Of The Adored Heiress
Bound By Love: Marrying My Disabled Husband
Moonlit Desires: The CEO's Daring Proposal
Best Friend Divorced Me When I Carried His Baby
Who Dares Claim The Heart Of My Wonderful Queen?
Reborn And Remade: Pursued By The Billionaire
Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife
His Ruthless Desire
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."~Kiva
Someone screams, glass shatters and a thud loud enough to be attributed to the house fracturing rouses me.
My body lurches upward, throat tightening as I look through the darkness.
Sheets wind around my legs as I scramble across the mattress, toppling over the edge and to the floor.
Another scream, except this time it's cut short, coming from downstairs. My blood turns ice cold, chills rattling through me.
With my feet finally under me, I wander toward my door, resting my ear against it.
“Andri…what’s going on out there?” I call out.
My personal guard doesn't answer. The commotion from downstairs seems to be nearing, the sound travelling up to the second story. Whoever has broken in, is getting close.
“Andri? Can I come out?” I'm begging.
My fingers brush against the door handle, tempting me. Father would demand I stay in my room, wait for help, but I fear someone is coming to kill me, and if Andri is not posted at my door, there will be nothing between them and I.
Throwing the door open, I peer out. Through the darkness, I can see the shadow of a body slumped against the door.
Stepping out, I wince, the carpet wet beneath my bare feet.
My stomach twists. Blood.
Stooping down, I run my hands along the body, feeling up to their face. There's no doubting this is Andri, his blood pooling out across the floor.
“Oh…oh no, please tell me you aren’t dead," I plead, shaking his shoulders. I can feel his head roll limply around, nausea rearing up inside me to the point I have to back away, nearly slipping in the blood.
The nearing footsteps have me retreating back through the threshold of my bedroom. There is no where for me to run.
As soon as I stand, someone emerges from the shadows, grabbing me.
My scream is immediately muffled as a gloved hand is shoved over my mouth, their other arm winding around my stomach, yanking me back into the room.
Clawing at their clothing, I continue to scream, kicking and thrashing about frantically as they drag me into the room, throwing me down onto the bed.
I'm going to die. They are going to murder me.
