How Does The Novel Jane Eyre End?

On the fifth anniversary of Rebecca Perry's marriage to Vance Bradford, his first love returned to the country. That night, she caught him in the bathroom, murmuring Catherine's name as he pleasured himself. That was why, for five years, he had never touched her. "Catherine is back; she's all alone. I'm just helping her as a friend." "I understand." "I promised her I'd accompany her to the island for her birthday. I'm just fulfilling it." "Okay." "This banquet requires a capable companion, and Catherine is more suitable than you." "Okay, go ahead." When she stopped getting angry, stopped shedding tears, and stopped making a fuss, he grew puzzled. "Rebecca, why aren't you angry?" Of course, she wasn't angry anymore—because she was preparing to leave. Weary of this stagnant marriage, she had secretly learned a foreign language, taken the proficiency exam, and applied to study abroad. The day her visa was approved, she presented him with the divorce agreement. Vance froze. "No joke. How are you gonna survive without me?" Rebecca turned away, bought a plane ticket, and flew to the European continent, vanishing without a trace. The next time he saw news of her was in a viral video. Dressed in a flowing red gown, she danced against a foreign sky, igniting the internet with her performance. He gritted his teeth. "Rebecca, no matter where you hide, I will find you and bring you back!"

They say marrying a billionaire is easy, until you’re the one standing at the altar. Ethan Steele is everything I swore to avoid: cold, controlling, and emotionally unavailable. But when death came knocking, I had no choice than to accept a deal that would change everything….

What would you do if your husband of three years came home on your anniversary evening, with a woman by his side and threw a divorce paper to your face after accusing you of a crime you did not commit? For Eve, she had a perfect answer: Come back stronger. Make them wish they never crossed her. **** Having her husband reciprocate her feelings, at least a little, was all Genevieve wanted, making her wear a mask of docility, and enduring the abuse from his family, all for love. Until he threw divorce papers to her face and replaced her with a certain pampered princess. Taking off her docile mask, she walked away with her head up high. Now, Eve returns as the ‘Miss Gray,’ the daughter of New York’s most influential man. With heart fueled with vengeance, she is set to make her enemies pay for her lost years. She’s back to make things EVEN! “It’s not the end until I seek revenge. Wait and see!”

Drugged by a mysterious stranger, Jane Terranova, a powerful CEO of JT Telecom, finds herself in an unexpected encounter with Khali Luciano, a charismatic blackjack in a prestigious casino. Bound by the influence of drugs, Jane unwittingly engages in a high-stakes bet with Khali, unknowing that this fateful deal will alter the course of her life forever.

"Please Tell me this is a dream" I screamed out as I saw the love of my life having his way with my so called best friend. The same day I came to tell him the good news about our future is the same day I died after I got my heart broken. I prayed, if there truly are powers that be, please grant my heart desires and give me a second chance. Fate smiled on me as I woke up back in time, the same day I took the wrong decision that led to my untimely demise. This time I had seen the future and I know better, it's time to play the players. Read and find out how Evelyn became the Vindicated Wife.

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,