An eminent politician with ties to royalty, Uday Rajvansh had no use for a wife. Any wife. Clamoring for a respite from her never-ending bad luck, Niyati Mishra was in a desperate need of a husband. Any husband. A tragedy tied these two unlikely candidates in holy matrimony. He cursed his stars. She fell to her knees and thanked hers. But abruptly, their marriage lost its cause. His freedom was within his reach again. However, he wasn't sure if that was what he wanted anymore. For it had become clear to Uday that Niyati was the one he had been waiting for, all along. Subconsciously. Reluctantly. Desperately.

Four years ago, Chassie George Lewis gave her heart and her body to the one person she was never supposed to fall for: her sister's best friend. One night with Nathaniel Forester became something neither of them expected--a baby boy, and a bond they never quite defined. Now, they're co-parenting like pros-friendly, functional, strictly platonic. Or so she tells herself. But when she sees Nathan with someone else, feelings she thought were buried resurface--sharp and stubborn than ever. Along with them comes the ache for a chance... one she never allowed herself to hope for.

Eleanor ignored the lipstick stains on his shirt, the scent of another girls' perfume and his lack of love for her. She loved him so much until he finally broke her.

Amy Green knew she was too good for Ethan Harris. She knew falling in love with a hot millionaire like him was stupid. She knew Ethan falling for her was crazy. She knew marrying him was insane. Yet she shut her brain and followed her heart until he realized she was not enough. It's been three years since she stopped following her heart and listened to her instincts. Her instincts say she should not agree to meet her ex-husband. Her instincts say she should not agree to pretend that they are back together. Her instincts say she should stop following her heart and start listening to it because she was only setting herself up for another heartbreak. If only her heart could stop beating for him. If only her heart could stop wanting him. If only her heart could stop wanting him to fight for her. Please fight for me, Ethan. At least ones Trigger Warning: Violence, Rape, self harm

One day she had been moaning and squirming under her husbands chest as he made love to her every chance he got. The next thing he was telling her that he didn't love her. The press wrote all sorts of stories about how she cheated with Andre's business partners. Jeanine (Andre's mother) had thrown her out like a dog. It all seemed like a life time ago but she learnt to forgive and move on. She didn't have any grudge against them. Everything happened for a reason and maybe this was her fate. She just wanted to give her son the best life she could possible.

I lost everything I have Love, family, my soul My mind and heart were corrupted by Fear, Sadness and Trauma I believed all of his promises, I am such a fool He promised Love, but he pushed me away in the depths of agony. He promised trust, but he never believed everything I said. He promised happiness, but he took them all replacing them with nightmares that will haunt me forever. Run Hide Never ever go back

Highest rank 4th in General ficty(08-11-17) 1st in #mistake 2-1-2019 I looked at my husband who stood few steps far from me.his presence itself made my legs shake. I gathered courage and looked at his eyes. There was an unreadable expression which he never showed me. He took a step towards me. I matched it by taking one back.After two more steps when I took a look at my back I saw four floor depth . One side my husband, which gives me pain and then pain and then pain. Other side death,which gives pain and then peace. Taking a Deep breath I looked at him,who got the idea of what I'm doing and closed my eyes. ******** When parents decides to marry their daughter to a stranger in the eleventh hour of marriage. Under some preessured situation. Innocent Aahana don't know that she is going to marry the man who hates her without even knowing her. How she deals with her husband? ************** Started on May 1st,2017.

Ryan- Quiet, Serious, a tad awkward, but considerate and caring. Landen- Charismatic, handsome, a player at heart, but funny and sweet. River- Damaged, weak, fearful, careful, but smart and determined. At seventeen, the most tragic of situations landed River Ruth Winters, arranged to be married. She wasn't sad about it. Actually, it was the silver lining in the worst of circumstances. It just so happened, that she was getting engaged to the man she was dreaming about. So what happened? After spending six years away at an all-girls college, she comes back home to find out that Ryan, her supposed-to-be finance, is engaged to another woman. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ All rights reserved.

. . . . . . . . . . " That's why they all say. I want out of this fucking marriage! I don't want to have you in this family anymore. The worst decision that I have was when I agreed to marry a little slut like you! You are useless to me and you do nothing but lounge around and take my money. You little poor ass is going to be the reason why this family name is going to go into ruins if you stay! So, if it does go to ruins soon it's because of you, oh god help me I will make your life even more of a living hell then it is right now! You, Willow Grace Smith don't deserve to live a happy once you have destroyed this family name! You stupid little bitch and worthless gold digger!" Henry screams at me. " Please don't do this to me! I don't understand why I did wrong. Can you please explain to me? " " You know what you did wrong, gold digger! Now just sign the god damn divorce papers, tomorrow! You're bags are already packed with everything you had originally, which isn't that much." His hands in fists, knuckles turning white, I then felt a pain in my stomach and realize that he just punched me. I felt another pain shot through my stomach but it hurt even more. Over and over again I can't stand it any more. Maybe he is right, maybe it is the right thing to do. With that I try to stand up. After a few minutes I am able to stand. I nod my head agreeing to his terms, heading to the spare bed room without looking back knowing that he wouldn't want someone like me to look at him let alone sleep in the same bed as him. I quickly brush my teeth, and walk towards the bed. I pull the covers over myself and fall into darkness. . . . . . . . . . .

After five years of blissful marriage, Wesley's fairytale comes crumbling down around her. She soon finds herself grasped by the relentless stages of grief for relationship while also being entangled in a complicated love triangle with the comfort of her current life and the possibility for more.