"Hey Babe! I am having a surprise news for you!!" Anna cooed with the joy to tell Ethan that she is pregnant. "Before that sign the divorce paper!" Ethan yelled. "Ethan are you joking or serious?" Anna asked with disbelief "No I am fucking serious!" Ethan replied. "But wh-hy?" Anna asked... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Anastasia Richardson is an orphan girl who want to be free and like to live in her own shelter. She is pretty and enough tall for a normal 21 year old. she used to work in a Café where she has a salary about $500 dollars in a month . Ethan Spencer is a billionaire. Not just a billionaire, a hot guy in many girls wet dreams. He is tall and handsome. He is the CEO of Spencer Industries across the world. They both fell in love and got married but everything became upside down when Ethan asked Anna to sign the Divorce papers. What is the reason? Does he hate her? or did she cheated on him...

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

niall horan fanfic written back in the carrot days. warning: cringeworthy.