Novels by Anney GW

My husband Bill and his beautiful assistant Doris are laughing and eating like they're on a first date. But the joke is on me... I'm here, Bill's wife, watching them from across the room, tending to my flat belly where a little life is now living. Of course, Bill doesn’t know about the baby yet. The news is still fresh in my mind, barely a few hours old. It is supposed to be a family dinner gathering, but I'm never the welcome one but an outsider. Watching Bill take the steak cut and handed over by Doris, his young age best friend who knows him the best, I guess I'm spoiling their fun by telling them now that I'm having a baby. Three years of marriage, and his frequent absences from the family left me feeling overwhelmed and alone. I've even forgotten the reason we got married. Maybe it was a mistake to begin with. Finally, I made a decision. Divorce. But a man came along and shifted things dramatically. And it didn't occur to me that this man was still deeply connected to bill's family. He was Bill's uncle.

My husband Fred had a "big surprise" for my birthday - a divorce settlement. "Emily, sign it. The two-year contract marriage is over. Fred said calmly. "But, Fred, I..." I began, trying to explain how I really felt, the words trembling out of my mouth. "You knew the deal, Emily," he interrupted. Yes, it was true. Our agreed deadline had passed. I loved Fred with all my heart. What he didn't know was that I had known him for a long time. I hid my identity as a billionaire's daughter and married him to be a good wife. I thought 2 years of marriage would win his love. But when his first love, Nancy, returned, it was all over. Heartbroken, it's time to say goodbye. When I decide to forget him and return to my original life, Fred became increasingly strange, even begging me to love him again. "But I don't love you anymore." I said indifferently. "It's my turn to love you." Fred begged.

What can a woman do when her husband lost his memory and was now in love with another woman? Three years ago, I lay in a coma for a year after a car accident. When I woke up, not only didn’t my husband remember me, but he loves another woman, Ashlyn.  But I didn’t give up on us. Two months ago we got drunk, and we slept together for the first time in two years. But the next morning, Jayden was angrier than ever. He was convinced that he was drugged which was just another scheme of mine to win him back… I can’t forget the image of him staring at me with no emotions in his eyes and hands me the Divorce Agreement. Then I find out I was pregnant. The tiny life growing inside me made me stronger. Now it’s been three years and slowly each day got better. I started a little firm as a marketing and financial advisor, putting my education to use. My business partner, Phillip, has been helping me grow the company and we have grown very close. Phillip was so overwhelmed with emotion today since we are signing our biggest deal; his lips are on mine before I can stop him. When I turn around, the man standing at our glass door, glaring in at me and Phillip, is my ex-husband Jayden Brennan himself. Is there jealousy in his eyes? What does he want now?

 "You and your sister have to leave this house today," my stepmother said, calmly.      "And you can’t come back. Ever," she added.      "I agree," I answered without hesitation, even though I could feel my heart fragmenting.           "You also need to give up your shares of your father’s company.”      "Fine.” I did my best to show not a sliver of emotion. "Anything else? Just get it over with."      "Oh, just one last little thing.” Her smile sent ice water dripping down my spine. “You will be marrying the eldest son of the Devereaux family."      I’d more or less predicted everything else, but that caught me off guard. "Why?" I asked.      "Because someone has to, and it’s not going to be me. And someone like you, an orphan, is the perfect match for a lowly tailor!" a smug voice came from upstairs.      I rolled my eyes at my stepsister Caroline’s comment, but decided not to dignify her with a response.       "Because we can't break the agreement,” My stepmother explained with a sigh, ignoring Caroline. "And Caroline already has a boyfriend."      So I need to marry a stranger I've never even met. Figures.        I wished I could refuse. I desperately wanted to.       But I really didn’t have much of a choice.       My grandmother was still lying in a hospital bed, and my little sister was about to start school.      Half a hundred thousand. That's what she promised me.      "The money will be transferred to my account immediately after the marriage," I confirmed, looking my stepmother in the eye.       Half a hundred thousand. It was far less than what she had taken of my father's assets, but I knew I had the choice of taking it or being thrown out of this house penniless.      "Yes, as long as you agree," she replied.      I drew in a long, slow breath, trying to calm my nerves. "I agree."      "Wonderful."      “The promised wedding was supposed to be in two months, but for some reason they asked to move it up. Since you agreed, the wedding will take place in a week. And then you can live a happy life with that tailor boy.” She smiled the way which I hated.    A tailor? They're going to regret and eat their own fists when they see my insanely handsome millionaire husband.

My husband William came home with another woman and told me a cruel truth-they had a baby. “I can’t believe I loved you!” I cried. I lost everything. My father’s company went bankrupt and I lost my baby because of William’s betrayal. What’s worse, I never thought my life could be so miserable until I heard a doctor say, “She had stomach cancer.” I was overwhelmed with pain. What should I do? Accept it or fight it? Who can give me the answer?

“The most important clause in our marriage contract is that we are not to have children,” my husband stared at me closely, fire burning in his eyes. “This is supposed to be a five-year contract, five year and that’s it,” he continued, “I thought we agreed on that. No children to tie us down, then we part ways.” “I know that, and I completely agree!” Then he took every single condom out of the nightstand. He inspected them carefully, tossing each one aggressively on the bed as he did so. They were all the same. Full of tiny holes. “Then how do you explain that?” he snarled, his voice dripping with accusation.

"Three years into our marriage, during which we couldn't conceive a child, my relationship with my husband, Wilhelm, has gone down the drain. However, when I finally had a child, I was hesitant to share the news with him, since he had been treating me less and less like his wife." *Kathryn Reinhardts was married to Wilhelm Reinhardts, one of the wealthiest businessmen in the country. She had become a housewife, enduring the cold violence from her husband and mother-in-law for three long years. After witnessing her husband's infidelity with his college friend, she made the difficult decision to leave him. Eight months later, she gave birth to a pair of twins, but the nurse delivered heartbreaking news: her baby son hadn't survived. Five years later, Kathryn completed her education and returned to her home country with her little daughter. On her first day back, a young boy hugged her leg and called her "Mommy." "Mommy, I finally found you!!" he exclaimed. Kathryn was taken aback—the boy had the same eye color as her. What's more, he was the only son of her ex-husband. The unexpected reunion opened a new chapter in Kathryn's life.

What does AGE have to do with love? Just like fine wine, everyone gets better with age, and love becomes more charming with age.After reading so many books by YA and peers as male protagonists, it's time to refresh it with a fully mature man for the female protagonist！Unlike those young male protagonists, HE will trust you, support you, spoil you, and always be by your side unconditionally.When you are in the dark moments of life, he will be by your side and comfort you with the shoulders. When you are at your worst, he will guide you with his experience. When you are on the low, he will still be the one leading you. Mature men can not only resonate with you more spiritually but also bring you different sparks and passions.