Hidden Identity Exclusive Love 網路小說與故事

I spent three years being the perfect wife. Three years of silence, of soft smiles, of putting his coffee exactly how he liked it while he was buried inside my sister. Then one night I opened the wrong door. “Harder, Gabriel… fuck, say my name.” Hannah’s voice. My husband’s name. My sister’s body arched under him on the sheets I had bought for our anniversary. Three years of lies collapsed in a single moan. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I walked out, locked the door behind me, and made a new promise to myself: if they could take what was mine without mercy, I would take everything they never saw coming. I didn’t know the stranger who pulled me into the dark that same night was Alexander Hale—the richest, most dangerous man in the city. I only knew that when he looked at me and said, “Tell me what they did to you… and I’ll make sure you never feel small again,” something inside me finally stopped apologizing. This is not a story about forgiveness. This is the story of how I learned to moan someone else’s name louder than my sister ever moaned my husband’s.

I walked down the aisle to marry the man I was supposed to hate. Adrian Blackwood was older, powerful, devastatingly attractive—and the last man I should have wanted. He was also the man I once caught leaving my mother’s bedroom. So when he offered to save my dying family business in exchange for marrying me, I knew exactly what I was getting into. Or so I thought. Because the moment Adrian became my husband, the rules changed. His hands lingered too long. His eyes followed me when he thought I wasn't looking. Every heated argument between us seemed to end with us standing far too close, fighting an attraction neither of us was willing to name. And the worst part? I wanted him. But Adrian wasn't the only one keeping secrets. My father didn't die in an accident. My mother knows why. And Adrian has been protecting the truth for sixteen years. Now forbidden desire is pulling me deeper into a marriage built on lies, while someone is determined to make sure I never discover what really happened the night my father died. I married my mother's secret lover. Now I'm falling into his bed, his secrets, and a passion I was never supposed to feel. But when I uncover the truth, I may discover that the man I thought stole my mother's heart has been protecting mine all along. He was my mother's forbidden secret. Now he's my husband. And I can't decide what's more dangerous—wanting him or discovering why he chose me.

"I think we should break up." Dani Costa said it to a stranger at a red light. A guy on a motorcycle, visor down, face hidden. A joke, thrown out the window of her beat-up Civic on graduation night. She never expected him to lift that visor and show her a pair of dark, amused eyes. She never expected to see him again. She does. Three days later, at an underground drift race, she finds him on the starting line. He's Rook, the ghost racer nobody can beat, the heir to a fortune she can't imagine. And Roman Castellano doesn't just want to race her. He wants to know her. What Dani doesn't know is that Roman has six weeks before his uncle takes everything. Before an arranged marriage seals his fate. Before the family name she's falling for becomes the thing that destroys her father's shop. She doesn't know he's been given a bride. She doesn't know men like his uncle don't lose. She knows he makes her laugh. She knows he looks at her like she's the only light in a dark room. She knows she should run. She doesn't. Break Up With Me is a high-heat mafia romance about a girl who builds race cars in secret and the boy whose last name could burn her world to the ground. Told in a clean, cinematic voice, it's a story about choosing someone when the price is everything you've ever built. I