What Are The Best Quotes From 'Can'T Hurt Me'?

On the day of my ninth wedding attempt, my fiancé, Lucas Yearwood, leaves me jilted again. This time, I follow him. I see him holding his adoptive sister's hand as they walk into the obstetrics department. "Lucas, I dreamed that we're having a boy—he's definitely going to be as handsome as you." Watching the two of them laugh and chat like that, I feel my blood freeze. After I chased Lucas for seven years, I got a chance to use a debt of gratitude to force a marriage contract out of him. I backed him into a corner to make him marry me. Everyone thinks I can't survive without him. But this time, I hand the marriage contract back and leave him without looking back. On my wedding day, he calls me. "Viv! Where are you right now?" I'm in the shower. My new husband picks up the call for me. "Do you have business with my wife?" Later, I hear Lucas turned all of Riverville upside down, digging through every trash can to find our marriage contract.

In a world where werewolves and vampires roam freely among humans, Lyra is a lonely, resourceful 19-year-old girl living in New York City. Her only goal is to raise enough money to flee to Canada, in order to put several states between her and Carlos, her stepfather and a gang leader, who has decided to make her his possession. In her race to win her freedom, she crosses paths with a huge animal that she thinks is a giant dog. Hypnotized by those eyes, is she really making the right choice by taking this injured beast home? Didn't she just bring the big bad wolf back into the fold? I saved a dying beast from the gutters of New York, never expecting him to be my salvation—or my ultimate undoing. Lyra has lived her life in the shadows of her sadistic stepfather, Carlos, a man who treats human lives as currency. Her only hope was a desperate escape to the north, a dream that felt possible only when she found a wounded, brindle-furred wolf. She nursed him, shared her meager meals with him, and felt an unbreakable bond forming in his intense, steely gaze. But the beast wasn't a dog. He was an Alpha—a powerful, non-human Lord who reclaimed his throne and left Lyra behind without a second glance. Now, captured by Carlos and thrown onto the auction block for the city’s supernatural elite, Lyra is just a "lot" to be sold to the highest bidder. As vampires and shifters place their stakes on her life, she realizes the world is far more dangerous than she ever imagined. Will the Alpha who discarded her return to claim his debt? Or is Lyra destined to be a broken plaything for the monsters in the dark?

Divorced and finally freed from all strings that were attached to her ex-husband, Robyn takes on the adventure of moving on from her past and learning to love all over again just to be brought right back into the dark space she's been trying to avoid.

Alyssa Taylor kept her true identity a secret during her marriage to Jasper Beckett. She thought her burning passion would warm his stone-cold heart, but after three years as promised, all he gives her is a divorce agreement. Disappointed, Alyssa goes through with the divorce and goes back to being the scion of the wealthy Taylor family.Not only is she filthy rich, but she’s also a skilled doctor, elite hacker, and champion fencer. At an auction, she spends money like water to embarrass the other woman who ruined her marriage, and in the business world, she snaps up all of her ex-husband’s deals. Stunned, Jasper questions her, “Alyssa, do you have to be so ruthless?” In answer, she only smiles and says, “This is nothing but a tiny fraction of what you did to me before!”

Pregnant and humiliated: this is how her husband, the successful businessman Maximilian Phillips, left her. Left to her own devices, Mariana struggles to overcome the tragedy and be a good mother. She did not expect, however, that the father of her child would be deeply sorry and willing to fight to win her back. Will she ever forgive him?

When I opened my eyes again, I was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the skyscraper by my stepbrother, Rocco. The man I had been infatuated with for a decade. He panted, his hot lips and tongue trailing along my collarbone as he murmured, "Don't go." In my past life, on the night I received my acceptance letter from London Business School, Rocco got blind drunk. Late that night, I gave in to his pleas for me to stay. I willingly gave myself to him. After a debauched night, his cherished fiancée, Clara, caught me walking out of his room the next morning, my clothes in disarray. She ran out in tears, her parting words ringing in the air, "I'll let you have each other." A month after she disappeared, the family search party found her engagement ring at the edge of a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff lay mangled remains, battered by the waves until they were unrecognizable. Rocco clutched that ring and didn't sleep all night. On the surface, he acted as if nothing had happened, even arranging a trip for me to Sicily, telling me to go and relax. The night I landed, I was kidnapped by assassins from a rival family. I screamed for him to pay the ransom, only to hear him give the order himself over the phone: "Don't make her death a quick one. The Costello princess? She's nothing but a damn liability. Torture her. Break every bone in her body. " "This is what she owes Clara." You like playing games, Rocco. But in this life, I refuse to play along.