What Are The Best Songs For The Broken-Hearted?

Fernando hates the gold-diggers. He was traumatized by his ex-fiancee, who traded him for someone richer. Do you know what hurts more? His ex-fiancee traded him for his own father! Even if Fernando wanted to lose his temper and get angry, he chose to stay away. So he returned to Isla Marupok, where he met the beautiful but grumpy Carmelita. Most importantly, he discovered that she was a gold digger and was targeting the island's wealthy DOMs. That's when Fernando got the idea of taking revenge on all the gold-diggers, and his first victim was Carmelita. Fernando pretended to be a carried in the port and being poor. Before he could carry out his plan, he was surprised when Carmelita proposed to him. Fernando could not help doubting, but he continued to pretend and accepted the woman's proposal on one condition. What's that? Carmelita has to court him first.

Fairytales don't exist; there is no such thing as happy endings, not for Thomas Evergreen. He witnessed too much death at a young age for that. How could he dream of sunshine and rainbows when all he saw was the blood of innocents tainting the world around him? Thomas lived through nightmares most couldn't begin to imagine. The memories of his past always followed him wherever he went, and if he managed to push them from his mind, the scars on his body made him remember just how cruel the fates truly were. No, for Thomas, he was a dead man walking, numb to the outside world. His only mission now was to keep his wolf in check and prevent anyone from meeting their untimely demise by pissing him off. He had gained a small piece of control in his life; he had finally found a sliver of calm amongst all the chaos. But all of that is about to change. Fate was coming once more, and this time she brought betrayals, lies, and one stubborn she-wolf that would push him past his breaking point. Will Thomas survive the new trials thrown his way? Or would he crash burn, taking everyone he ever cared about with him?

My mate, Charalambos, was the heir to the Nightshade Pack. To take over as Alpha, he was sent to Noctis City, the capital city, for special training. When he left, my stepsister, Francesca, insisted on going with him. He refused at first, but she forced his hand, threatening a hunger strike until he gave in. Eventually, he allowed her to accompany him as his assistant. This went on for three years. Throughout those three years, our mate bond stayed strong. I never felt the slightest hint of betrayal. He constantly reassured me through our mind-link. "You're the only one for me." At some point, I started receiving photos anonymously. Francesca kissed him in the face, but he never refused. Once, Charalambos and I were on a video call in the dark, and I could hear Francesca’s breathless voice clearly while she whispered his name in the heat of it. Three years later, the day he returned to the pack, I saw her walking behind him. She had been with pup for five months, and there was a smug, victorious smile on her face. He looked at me apologetically. Guilt was written all over his face. "I'm sorry. I’ve only ever loved you. Once the pup comes, you can raise it." I was done. I had waited for three years. I made up my mind to reject him.

She destroyed me once. Now I own her. Ten years ago, Cassy Beaumont humiliated me in front of everyone, read my love letter aloud, made them laugh at the maid's daughter who dared to dream. Three hours later, my father died from the stress her family caused him. Now Cassy's world has crumbled. Her father's empire exposed as fraud. Her fortune gone. Her sister facing fifteen years in prison. And she's desperate enough to walk into The Gilded Cage, the city's most exclusive auction house, to sell the only thing she has left. I paid four million dollars for one night with her. She thought it was just one night. She didn't read the fine print. For the next year, Cassy Beaumont belongs to me. Body and soul. And I'm going to make sure she understands exactly what she took from me. I'm going to break her. Rebuild her. Make her beg. And when she finally realizes she can't live without me? That's when I'll decide if she deserves forgiveness. Or if some ruins are meant to stay broken.

“Give it” I ordered, gesturing to my mask and lingerie. “Give them to me.” Something playful trotted in his eyes. “Take them” he toyed. I lunged in, and he leaned back, shifting to the side until I collapsed first against the cotton sheets. I turned to look at him, and he towered on top of me, looking down in a way that rolled spikes over my flesh. I could feel the heat from his body, and as if he noticed, he leaned closer. Until his breath steadied over my neck. “Max—” “What?” He said it so innocently. Like he didn't know what he was going. Like he… “You're the one holding my shirt.” I suddenly noticed the silk feel to my hand. My fingers already starting to mindlessly wander over his buttons. Let go. Let go Bianca! Why won't I let go?! “Does that mean I have permission to this?” *** To make earns meet, a struggling college student creates an OnlyFans page with a hidden identity. Her secret pays the bills, keeps her in school, and protects the quiet, invisible life she’s built. Until one message ruins everything. “Hi, Bianca.” Someone knows who she is, behind the mask… and he wants to meet. The culprit, a man that belongs to her best friend. A longing that should be off limits… until it isn't. Caught between a darkness deeper than her wildest imaginations, a desire stronger than the control that slowly slips away, and a truth that could destroy her reputation, Bianca is forced into a dangerous game of control and temptation. Where saying no is never simple, and saying yes could cost her everything.

Five years of loyalty. Five years of managing his crises, protecting his name, asking for nothing. On their anniversary, Dominic walked a red carpet with another woman and a son Mara never knew existed. By morning, there was a settlement document beside her plate. They assumed she would sign quietly. They had never been paying attention. She was never the placeholder. She was the asset.