Lallan Sweets

Hubert Parker and I had been together since our teenage years. We went from innocent first love to planning a lifetime together. But a week before our wedding, he died in a sudden accident. I cried until I nearly passed out, only to see strange messages flashing before my eyes. [Can someone please tell the poor female lead he’s not really dead?] [Hubert’s secret lover ran away after hearing about his wedding. He faked his death that very night and flew overseas to chase her. The female lead’s crying by his grave while the mistress is crying in his bed. This is killing me!] [What a pity. When he finally came back, she knew nothing and still married him with a smile…] Half a month later, news spread across Ashford that I was engaged to the heir of one of the city’s most powerful families. One of Hubert’s closest friends confronted me in disbelief. “It hasn’t even been that long since Hubert passed, and you’ve already found someone new?” “He’s gone. I can’t spend the rest of my life in mourning, can I?”

"You have a thing for kissing, don't you?" "Try starving for 3 years with your craving staring right at you. You would have this crude desire too" Romance is that one topic that triggers anxiety in Sarah Patel–A sweet and sexy realtor who had just landed a milestone in her life, a new house. Who could be better to guide her in the topic if it wasn't for her childhood best friend, Michelle Ricci– A hot Italian version of a psychiatrist. They have shared all the sweets and sours their 26 years of life have to offer. Mike's attachment to her has blossomed into something a little bit more tangible during his 3 years of overseas stay. Confessing his feelings to himself is one thing but confessing to her and earning her love in return is a whole other thing, especially with her insecurities in life, rooted deep by childhood abuse. To make matters worse, Suman Mehtra, a rich businessman barges into the picture; also after her hand in marriage. Things take the worse turn possible when Mike's moments of anger get his best and pulls Sarah down a hell path. Will he ever own her love to be cherished as his sweetheart–forever and after?

After my husband's death, I retained all his personal accounts and our marriage certificate. Since then, Chuck Smith had been wooing me persistently, declaring that he would give me all his love to overcome the pain of loss. He would search the entire city for some sweets that I mentioned on a whim, and he deleted every woman's number from his phone while keeping me updated on his location in real time. But just as his feelings reached me, and I was ready to marry him, I found Chuck getting frisky with his new secretary in the basement parking lot…

The day my birth parents found me, the reunion banquet they threw turned into their funeral. My parents and their adopted daughter, Leila, died of food poisoning that night. The only one who survived was my older brother, Alpha Kian. He didn’t like sweets, so he never touched the cake. The cake that I handed to them myself. “So you want to take Leila’s place. “You’re just jealous because she got all our love! “She was the only one who ever accepted you, and you still killed her!” Those were Kian’s exact words as he shouted at me right outside the hospital room. From that day on, I became a sinner. To make up for it, I barely slept four hours a night and worked five jobs just to buy back the villa the rival pack seized during the chaos. However, the day I finally saved up enough, I saw my dead parents throwing a birthday party for Leila in that very villa. Kian stood among them, looking at her with a warmth I didn’t recognize. My mother said, “Isn’t today also Lily’s birthday? It’s been eight years. Maybe it’s time to forgive her.” However, Kian didn’t hesitate to refuse. “No. Even though Leila sniffed out the wolfsbane and saved you, we agreed that Lily gets ten years. “We can’t risk her ever trying to poison Leila again. Not even a day less.” I clutched the diagnosis paper from the clinic tightly and laughed through my tears. I knew I wouldn’t get to ten years. I was already dying.

On our eighth anniversary, Claire Young announced that she had already registered her marriage with her childhood friend. She took him home, ordering me around as if it was only natural. "Move to another room. Stan loves sunshine." "Stan doesn't like sweets, so don't bake any when you're at home. He'd be upset if he saw it." I kept quiet through it all and bought a ticket to leave. My friend wanted to help me out of the predicament, but she didn't think it was a big deal. "He's just being dramatic again. Let him be—he'd be caving in just a few days." Everyone laughed at that, and quietly made bets as to when I'd come crawling back to Claire's feet. None of them knew I was already inducted into the national weapons program, and that I was really leaving.

They say that marriage is a happy ending to everyone's life. However, not all fairy tales end happily ever after. Charlotte Hayes, a top model in Los Angeles, married actor Jake Hayes for two years. He was as delightful as sweets in public, but he was abusive at home. "Have an affair with me," she told Damien Yves Étienne, a billionaire, after discovering his hidden identity as a mafia boss. "Don't you want me to keep quiet about your secret? Have an affair with me in exchange for silence." Sentimental tempers flare. A woman fleeing an abusive marriage and meeting the billionaire boss of her husband. Charlotte grows to love, and her husband discovers the valuable lesson that abusers do not win. With that, milady's affair begins.