After The Divorce, She Became The Nation’s Sweetheart
Everyone thought Isabelle Monroe was just a washed-up actress clinging to a loveless marriage.
Her husband cheated.
Her own son called the other woman “Mommy.”
Still, she smiled through it all, desperately trying to fix her perfect family.
Until the day both her husband and son told her she was a nuisance and they didn’t want her anymore.
Thrown out of her own home, humiliated and replaced, Isabelle walks away with nothing but her pride.
But just when the world erased her name, he appeared.
Riven Thorne, a powerful, enigmatic and far too familiar man offers her comfort, a contract, and a cold little girl who won’t speak to anyone but her.
He gives Isabelle another chance.
Not just at motherhood... but at revenge, fame, and love.
Now she’s back on screen, headlines are begging for her name, and the same people who mocked her are clawing to be on her side.
She tells herself it’s all pretend…
The husband. The marriage.
But then…
Her new daughter clings to her hand.
Her son cries and calls her “Mommy” again.
And her fake husband starts feeling all too real.
Isabelle starts to wonder—
Is this fate’s way of rewriting her story?
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Chapter: Chapter Ninety TwoThe car ride back was unusually quiet.The afternoon sunlight slanted in through the window, casting long shadows across the seats, but the warmth failed to soften the heavy mood inside the car.Isabelle sat by the window, her head turned slightly to the side. Her gaze rested on the passing scenery, unfocused, as if she were looking straight through it.She hadn’t said a word since they left the kindergarten.In the back seat, Aimee hugged her small backpack to her chest. She sneaked glances at Isabelle from time to time, her bright eyes gradually dimming.Usually, Isabelle would smile at her after such a happy event.She would say she did well.She would pat her head.But this time… nothing.The little girl's face fell slightly, her lips pressing together as she looked down at her shoes. Her chest felt heavy, like she'd done something wrong but didn't know what.She glanced toward Riven, her eyes wide and uncertain.He caught her gaze in the rearview mirror and gave her a subtle shak
Last Updated: 2025-12-17
Chapter: Chapter Ninety OneRyan's little body hit the grass hard.Isabelle was already on her feet, her expression tightening instinctively.A sharp intake of breath escaped a few nearby parents who had noticed, but they quickly returned to their own children, their attention fleeting.Meanwhile, Riven only glanced once at the fallen boy and back at Isabelle before getting up from where he sat and turned toward the parking lot. Isabelle was still anxiously standing there, unsure whether to call out Ryan's name or keep quiet.The boy looked up and saw the other kids running ahead with determination. His gaze locked on a certain short-legged young girl among them, her small ponytail bouncing as she ran: Aimee.He gritted his teeth.No. He couldn't fall behind.Instantly, he pushed himself upright, scraped the dirt from his knees with stubborn fingers, and kept running.Isabelle's gaze had followed every second of it, unblinking, silently tracking him as he fought through the pain. The tightness in her chest neve
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Chapter: Chapter NinetyA soft oof escaped Isabelle as the small body collided with her chest.She reflexively caught the child by the shoulders and looked down."Aimee?"The little girl clung to her tightly, her small arms wrapped around Isabelle's waist as if she were afraid Isabelle might disappear.Her head tucked into Isabelle's stomach, warm and soft, like a little kitten seeking shelter.Instantly—Isabelle's expression, still faintly edged from the earlier confrontation, melted clean away.Her arms circled Aimee gently, protectively."What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked softly.Aimee didn't answer.She simply held on tighter.Isabelle blinked, stunned for a moment.This child, who barely approached anyone on her own initiative, who needed time and care for every small connection had bolted straight into her arms?Her heart squeezed.She lowered her head, stroking the girl's hair. "It's okay. I'm here."Behind them, Tiffany's mouth opened.Only for nothing to come out.She was simply too speechless.
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty NineIsabelle's brows twitched lightly.Her phone screen dimmed as she let it lower onto her lap gently.“Yes,” she said calmly. “Why?”Her simple response unsettled the group of nosy women. They exchanged looks again, hesitation flickering in their eyes, as if no one wanted to be the first target.Finally, the woman at the front folded her arms and sniffed.“Well… we were just curious. It’s not very common for a mother to be so… distant.”As she spoke, she glanced over her shoulder for support. Another woman stepped in almost immediately, eyes sliding to Isabelle’s face.“Your child is out there waiting for the race, but you’re… sitting here with another man.” Her tone was dripping with false concern as she folded her arms. “I remember last time, your son ran to Miss Tiffany instead of you. It caused quite a stir.”Isabelle’s interest finally stirred at that.That had been one of the most painful moments she’d had with Ryan.Her fists slowly tightened, but she kept her expression neutral
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty EightBy the time the car rolled to a stop outside Crescent Kindergarten, Isabelle had finally regained most of her composure.Aimee dangled her legs lightly in her seat; Riven unbuckled her and helped her down. The school grounds were bustling with parents chatting, teachers directing families, and children running in circles. The morning sun cast long shadows over the field, and the air buzzed with weekend energy.As soon as they stepped through the gate—“Mr. Thorne! Miss Monroe!”Miss Donna spotted them instantly.The teacher practically lit up as she hurried over, waving. “Aimee! You came early!”Aimee smiled shyly and held onto Isabelle’s hand.Miss Donna leaned down and praised warmly, “She’s been doing so well lately. Much better than before! She even sits with her classmates sometimes. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”Aimee glanced up at Isabelle and Riven, hesitating before giving a small, shy nod.Isabelle’s eyes softened. “Really? That’s wonderful… I’m so happy to hear that.”Miss
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Chapter: Chapter Eighty SevenLater that morning, Isabelle trudged listlessly down the stairs for breakfast. She had finally remembered what happened the night before and that realization only made her want to dig a hole and bury herself in it.How could she have grabbed him… and asked him to stay?Her face burned but she managed to keep calm. She kept her gaze fixed straight ahead like a soldier marching to her death.But surprisingly, she didn't need to panic because Riven was not at the table.Only, Aimee was already at the table nibbling on toast, swinging her legs under the chair. The little girl looked up and blinked at her with wide, innocent eyes.Isabelle was immediately relieved and her face brightened up. “... Good morning,” she greeted the girl as she took a seat opposite her. Aimee tilted her head with a smile, nodding back in greeting.Isabelle exhaled as she looked around the dining before asking Aimee, whisperingly, “Where is your daddy?”The girl looked around cluelessly before shaking her head
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Until The End: The Love Survival Protocol
Esme Wynter’s marriage to Lennox Mercer was written like a business plan. He gave her protection and power; she gave him peace and a convenient alliance.
She told herself she didn’t need love.
He made it clear he didn’t believe in it.
But when the test site collapsed, Lennox threw himself over her without hesitation—
and Esme’s last memory was his heartbeat against hers before everything went dark.
When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by blinding white light, unable to move forward, and unable to return.
Then a guide told her she and him were not fated, and their connection had become a curse, one that doomed them both whenever they tried to love.
And then came the rules:
You must not fall in love with him.
You must ensure he finds his destined partner in each lifetime.
You must not intervene beyond your designated role.
Break them, and one—or both—will die.
Fail all five lifetimes, and your souls would be erased forever.
Each time Esme awakens, she forgets the last.
Each time, she meets him again—
as a king, a freedom fighter, a general, a mercenary.
And each time, her heart betrays her before her mind can remember.
And in his own distant eyes, there is the hidden craving for her love, like a man trying to recall a dream he’s not supposed to have.
She was never meant to fall for him again.
But perhaps…
he never stopped loving her.
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Chapter: The Tyrant and The Moon-Bound Consort [18]The door slammed open. "UP! All of you!" Maude's voice cracked through the dormitory like a whip, jolting every girl awake. Groans and gasps filled the room as the servants scrambled out of their bunks, bleary-eyed and disoriented. This time, they were more organized than the day before. Esme woke immediately, but her body protested. Her head throbbed faintly, a dull, persistent ache from too little sleep. Her limbs felt heavy, sluggish, like they were weighed down by iron. She pushed herself upright slowly, blinking against the harsh morning light streaming through the narrow windows. Dreary. That was the only word for how she felt. But she didn't let it show. She climbed down from her bunk, her movements steady and controlled despite the exhaustion clinging to her. Below, Linny was already awake, watching her with wide, worried eyes. The other girls rushed around, throwing on their uniforms, splashing cold water on their faces, braiding their hair hastily. Esme pulled o
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Chapter: The Tyrant and The Moon-Bound Consort [17]"Wait."Esme's voice cut through the silence.He stopped.Didn't turn immediately. Just paused mid-step, one hand resting lightly on the doorframe, silhouetted against the faint glow of the corridor beyond.Then, slowly, he glanced back over his shoulder."Yes?"Esme hesitated.She didn't know why she'd called out. The words had left her mouth before she'd thought them through.But now that she had his attention, she couldn't just stand there in silence."Will you... tell anyone? About this?"In the dim light, she could just make out the curve of his grin."That I got thrown by a servant half my size?"A soft laugh escaped him."No. That would be embarrassing."Relief washed over her. One less thing to worry about.He hadn't told her who he was, but she already had a vague guess. It would be unfortunate if he reported her for throwing him. She couldn't afford any more attention from Maude.As the thought crossed her mind, her gaze fell on his face again, thoughtful.He looked around u
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Chapter: The Tyrant and The Moon-Bound Consort [16]Esme dropped the lantern, grabbed the figure's arm, pivoted— —and threw them over her shoulder in a clean, fluid motion. Thud. The figure hit the floor hard, the impact echoing through the hall. Esme stepped back immediately, breathing fast, her fists still raised, expression full of alertness. The lantern had rolled a few feet away, still flickering from time to time. Its light gradually caught the figure's face. It was a young man. Maybe about twenty-two. He had slightly disheveled black hair which fell across his forehead, sharp prominent features, and pale skin. His eyes were widened, but not with fear. With surprise. And something like fascination. After the shock of being slammed into the ground quickly receded, he flipped over to look at her. He was sprawled on the floor, propped on one elbow, staring up at her. Esme stared back alertly, her mind running in circles already. The stranger seemed further amused by her reaction. A low, breathless laugh escaped his lip
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Chapter: Chapter Twenty"Seraphine..."Esme didn't turn.She looked as calm as usual, but perhaps out of guilt, Linny felt that she seemed rather oppressive and unapproachable even from the back.Her voice instantly broke, stuttering."I'm so sorry—I didn't mean—I was just—"Esme's voice was cold and monotonous."You lied."Linny flinched as if she'd been slapped."I was scared—"Esme finally turned to look at her.Her expression was calm. Her eyes were hard, distant."I know."That made Linny feel even more helpless, and she wept harder.After a moment, she looked at Esme carefully."Then—"Esme cut in. "That doesn't change what happened."Linny's mouth instantly shut. The tears spilled faster, her shoulders shaking."I'm sorry—I'm so sorry—"Esme didn't soften.She just stood there, watching her with that same cold, detached expression."Go to bed, Linny."Linny immediately panicked. Her voice came out desperate and pleading."Let me help—I'll come to the storage hall—I'll help you clean—""No.""Please—"
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Chapter: Chapter NineteenIda stumbled backward, arms flailing as she fought to catch her balance. Her boot slipped on the wet stone, and for a moment, it looked like she'd fall.She didn't.She caught herself against the wall, chest heaving, face flushed crimson.Her companion gasped loudly, a hand flying to her mouth.It only took a moment for Ida to recover.Her eyes blazed as she whirled on Esme."You again?!" she spat. "Do you have a death wish?!"Esme didn't answer.She crouched beside Linny, her focus entirely on the trembling girl. Linny's hand was still pressed against her chest, fingers curled protectively. Angry, dark, swollen red marks lined her knuckles where Ida's boot had ground down."Are you hurt?" Esme asked quietly, her lips pressing into a thin line once she saw the marks littered over Linny's skin.Linny nodded, tears streaming freely now. She tried to speak, but only a choked sound came out.Esme's jaw tightened.Behind her, Ida was seething, pointing a shaking finger at Esme."You just a
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Chapter: Chapter EighteenDawn.The door slammed open.The sound cracked through the shed like a whip, jolting every girl from sleep. A few gasped. One sat up so fast she nearly toppled from her bunk.Maude stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the predawn darkness, a single lantern casting harsh shadows across her face."UP! All of you! You have until the incense burns halfway to assemble outside."She didn't wait for responses. The door slammed shut again with the same brutal finality.Chaos erupted immediately.The girls jolted awake and scrambled panickedly from their bunks, blankets tangling around their legs. Someone tripped with a muffled curse. Another knocked her head against the bunk frame with a sharp cry. Within seconds, the shed filled with frantic rustling as everyone rushed to get ready.Esme was already sitting up by the time Maude finished speaking.She had never been a deep sleeper, and her internal clock was set to 5 a.m. Not to mention, the bed was made of planks—nothing like the soft,
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