روايات وقصص إلكترونية عن Sweet Love وتضم Goodgirl وتدور في Reborn

"Elena, please. I made a mistake. We can start over—" My ex-husband was on his knees in my penthouse, tears streaming down his face. The same man who pushed me down the stairs. Who murdered my unborn daughters. Who watched me die. I looked at him—really looked at him—and felt nothing. "You want to apologize?" My voice was steady. Cold. "You should have thought of that before you killed our babies." His face crumpled. "Elena—" "It's too late to apologise." ★★★ When Damien pushed me down the stairs, I died knowing he'd destroyed me. My cheating husband and my best friend—his pregnant mistress—stood over my bleeding body and smiled. But death gave me a gift: I woke up three days before he destroyed my life. This time, I wouldn't be his victim. This time, I exposed his affair at our gender reveal party. Served him divorce papers in front of everyone. Took back everything he stole. Then Calloway Sterling appeared—the ruthless billionaire CEO my ex feared most. Six feet of dangerous power with storm-gray eyes. "Marry me. One year. He'll never touch you again." A contract marriage. Just revenge. Until Calloway's possessive touches felt too real. Until a paternity test proved he was my baby's father—not my ex-husband. "Three months ago, you went to a fertility clinic," Calloway told me. "The sample wasn't your ex-husband's. It was mine."

Anastasia was the forgotten daughter. Her wolf meant nothing. Her family despised her. And to top it all, her mate, Alpha Grey, chose her sister and killed her with her own blood. But the moon goddess was not that cruel. Reborn in the past, Anastasia swears not to make the same mistake twice. Grey refuses to let her go, Amelia is bent on destroying her again, and fate seems determined to repeat itself. Then comes Nicholas—Grey’s bastard half-brother. Dark-eyed, tattooed, and forbidden. The man who once whispered she was too good for his brother. The man who burns her with every glance, every touch. But can she give her heart to the bastard prince without losing herself? Can she resist Grey’s dangerous pull and Amelia’s endless schemes? Or will history repeat itself, no matter how hard she fights?

To save her husband, Arabella willingly risked her own life. But when she opened her eyes in the hospital, he was already gone. Her face was left disfigured. Her marriage was over. And the baby she gave birth to wasn't the male heir his family had desperately wanted. In their eyes, Arabella was no longer a wife. She was nothing more than a burden they were eager to cast aside. They believed her life was over. They were wrong. Because from the ashes of her shattered life, a new woman would rise. With a new identity, a new face, and a heart that no longer knew mercy, she would return to reclaim her dignity, protect her daughter, and make every person who had destroyed her pay for every one of their sins.

Alice Brent walks away from her wedding after discovering her fiancé’s betrayal, leaving him humiliated at the altar. In a moment that shocks the entire city, she turns around and marries his biggest hockey rival, Devon Shaun. What begins as an act of revenge meant to reclaim her pride quickly shifts into something far more dangerous and calculated, as Alice slowly realizes Devon didn’t accept her by chance, he has been waiting for her and for reasons she doesn’t yet understand.

The last thing Valentina Serra sees before she dies is the crack in the ceiling above her bed. She is 45 years old. She is not unhappy. That, she realizes in the last seconds of her first life, is the most devastating thing she could say about it. She opens her eyes in a university lecture hall in Barcelona. She is 20 years old. Her notebook is open, her pen is in her hand, and she can feel — with the precision of someone who has lived an entire life — exactly how much she is about to waste if she does nothing. She does something. Armed with 25 years of memory, Valentina sets out to close every loop she left open: the military commission she dismissed, the marketing career she let others architect for her, the relationship she stayed in long past its expiry date, and the mother she visited but never truly knew. One by one, she reaches for the life she talked herself out of the first time around. But the two people closest to her — the friends who have always been there, always supportive, always first to suggest the safer, smaller option — are watching. And when Valentina begins exceeding the quiet ceiling that they built for her, Isabel and David begin to coordinate. Then there is Ethan Cole. Washington D.C. Investment sector. Five years younger, which bothered her the first time. He will walk into her life again in Barcelona, and this time Valentina already knows what the long dinner and the careful conversation and the late-night walk along the Passeig de Gràcia will mean — if she doesn't talk herself out of it. She is not going to talk herself out of it.

They laughed while I ate. They poisoned the desserts I loved. They smiled as they watched me grow softer, slower, easier to erase. On the night of my engagement they slipped death into my champagne and walked away richer. I woke three years earlier in the same soft body, the same hungry mouth, and the same circle of smiling traitors. This time I do not shrink. I eat what I want. I race motorcycles until the world learns my name in smoke and rubber. And I set my sights on the one man who ever treated me like something precious—the billionaire uncle of the fiancé who murdered me. I will seduce him until his careful control shatters. I will take his power, his protection, and his body. Then I will use every scrap of it to make my stepsister and her lover bleed for every year they stole. Some women return for peace. I returned for blood, for victory, and for the man who will never again look at me with pity