Dammy Dimples

In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all.

But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere.

" You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted.

Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked.

I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent?

The Billionaire's Fashion Designer

The nonstop buzzing sound of Gael's phone finally woke him up; he groaned as he turned around on the couch, his senses getting assaulted by the stench of alcohol in the room and also lingering on his tongue. 


" Hm," he groaned deeply, holding his head from the banging headache, and the beeping phone wasn't helping. 


He stretched over to pick it up, opening his closed eyes to check what the buzzing was all about. The moment he read the headline, every foul smell or headache vanished as he jumped up. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped in disbelief as he kept reading through the lines. 


" What?! What the heck! What the hell!!", his disbelief kept increasing but was soon replaced by the ridiculousness of the message that angers him. He looked around. 


Chapter 117: Here for free