Why Does A Man Try To Make You Jealous But Ignores You?

She gave him three years of her life, but he gave her divorce papers in return. ****** Grace Whitlock had always loved Ethan Calder, the hotshot billionaire and her sister's fiance. When her sister escapes right on the wedding day, Grace steps in her place, becoming Ethan's wife. She gives him three precious years of her life, only for him to deliver the divorce papers right after her sister returns. After her trust shatters and she loses everything she holds dear, she vows to avenge herself against her ex-husband and her scheming sister. In her quest for revenge, she comes across another man who ignites a passion in her veins that leaves her breathless and squirming. What happens when Ethan finds out that his wife is moving onto another hotshot faster than a speed of light? Will he let her go or will he hold her in for eternity?

Everyone said I was too possessive when it came to my girlfriend, Amanda Crane. When Amanda first started taking photos of her childhood friend, Ian Lewis, I ripped apart all the rolls of film. When she helped him fix his computer, I called her 100 times in an hour. And when he called her from the airport, asking her to pick him up because the rain made it impossible to get a cab, I held a knife to my throat. I told her I'd take my own life if she went to him. Fed up, Amanda shipped me off to a psychiatric hospital that same night. When I got out, I vanished. Amanda was certain I was hiding somewhere, spying on her and Ian, but I never showed up—until the celebration party for a business project three years later. Ian put his arm around Amanda and swirled the wine glass he was holding. He shot me a taunting look, remarking, "You used to get so jealous, Steven. I'm sure you no longer mind if Mandy and I drink from the same glass now, right?" He waited for me to go berserk the way I used to three years ago, but I simply moved the bottle of wine closer to them. "I don't mind at all, of course. Have as many glasses as you want. It's great to see that your relationship has been progressing so well." Amanda paused. Her eyes started to redden. She stared fixedly at me and questioned, "Why don't you feel jealous anymore, Steven?"

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.

The news of Jared Foley and me breaking up completely stuns our social groups. After all, we've been together for ten whole years. Even the invitations to our wedding are printed. When faced against our friends' doubts and questions, I merely reply, "We broke up over a joke." At a classmates' reunion on the day before, the drunken Chuck Garner, the class president, suddenly asks Jared a question. "Heather's your fiancee, whereas Paige is your first love. Who would you rescue if both of them fall into the sea at the same time?" Jared doesn't even bother glancing at me as he answers immediately, "Paige, of course!" For a moment, the atmosphere in the private room becomes awkward. Soon, someone quickly eases the tension. "Have you all forgotten that Heather used to be the swimming champion back then? She doesn't need Jared to save her!" Jared shoots it down immediately. "Nah. It's because Heather talks too much." A pause later, Chuck bursts out laughing. "It's been ten years! To think that the top scorer has picked up a sense of humor!" Everyone else joins in on the laughter except for me. After all, I know that Jared is speaking the truth. He's already sick and tired of me rambling on and on when I share every little detail that happens in my life with him every day. That's why he mutes my chatbox on WhatsApp. I've always thought that this is a part of Jared's personality. That is, until I accidentally stumble upon the chat history between Jared and Paige. He even makes sure to take photos of what he has for breakfast and sends them to Paige every morning. Only then do I realize that Jared isn't cold and aloof by nature. He's just cold and aloof toward me. In that case, why should I stubbornly cling to the ray of light that has never illuminated my life?

He presses deeper into me, I meet his thrust this time, desperate for him to be closer. "Does this feel dead to you? Hmm?" he whispers, the tenor of his voice dark and sinful. A snarl forming on his face. He looks vicious and enticing at the same time. His fingers pinch my nipple through the flimsy fabric of my bra, tugging hard and wringing a pained cry from my throat. Yet, my pussy reacts differently without my permission. His touch alone is making me feel crazed. Nothing has ever felt so fucking good. "Answer me" he whispers into my ear, sending violent tremors throughout my body. The ever-present fear steadily pumping into my bloodstream, nearly drugging me with its potency and making me delirious. "No" I say in barely a whisper, answering his question. "That's right. You know, your brain is far too small for you to have such a big mouth. One more insolent word from you, I won't hesitate to throw your stupid ass in jail" he threatened. ................. Aria Jones, a beautiful sex-crazed temptress goes for an important job interview in which she gets humiliated and rejected by an arrogant boss after she strips in his office and tries to seduce him into giving her the job. No man has ever said no to the beautiful nymphomaniac before. She couldn't accept the fact that he did not only insult and embarrass her but rejected her as well. She vows to lure him to her bed by all means. Seeing as he is madly in love with his wife and he hates her guts, seducing the arrogant billionaire seems impossible. She struggles to accomplish her desire which has slowly turned into a deadly obsession. Find out what happens after Aria Jones sets her eyes on a forbidden man...

In my previous life, my brother took his sugarbaby to see a meteor shower because she said she wanted to. He drove to the countryside with all his bodyguards to create a perfect stargazing night for her. Unfortunately, business rivals whom my brother had bankrupted saw this opportunity and broke into our estate seeking revenge. My mother fought desperately to protect me, suffering severe injuries that left her fighting for her life. I called my brother repeatedly, begging him to return quickly and help us. He finally had to come back with his security team. The intruders were captured, but then terrible news came from the countryside. His sugarbaby had left a suicide note, her fate unknown. In her letter, she accused me of deliberately drawing my brother away, causing her to be tortured by his enemies before she took her own life. My brother coldly burned her letter and told me not to worry about it. Afterward, my brother was blamed for what happened, and my father promised to put me in charge of the company. However, after the celebration dinner ended, my brother brutally murdered me in my bedroom. His face showed no emotion as he coldly said, "Someone as treacherous as you should have died long ago. "You should have been the one to die, and the family inheritance should have been mine!" I died with my eyes wide open in disbelief, and when I opened them again, I could hear our enemies breaking down the front door of our mansion.