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Her stepsister and boyfriend were secretly collecting their marriage certificate within the Civil Affairs Bureau. At the same time, she was looking at a man that had gotten dumped just like her outside the Civil Affairs Bureau. “Sir, we have both been dumped. Why don’t we register for a marriage certificate as well?” “Alright.” “Sure.” “Deal!” An improper couple like them got along well, but they were also both scumbags. He showered her with love in front of everyone else, but he did not show her any love when no one was around. After their divorce, he was left soulless and dejected. He suddenly came to a realization and embarked on a long journey to pursue his wife.Skyler Moore: Wifey, come home with me! Jocelyn White: Let me correct you. I’m your ex-wife! We do not share a home as well!Skyler Moore: In that case, return everything that you have stolen from me!Jocelyn White: What did I steal?Skyler Moore: My heart! Jocelyn White: …She received a huge shock. She almost thought that he wanted to take their son away.

After a 12-year absence, Austin returns to the horse farm in Wyoming she has always considered her true home. But things have changed, and the farm she inherited comes with some enemies - one of them being the Carter family. Cortland Carter now handles his family's affairs and is determined to get the water rights back from his neighbor, who won them from his grandfather in a poker game. Fate has a funny way of bringing people together, and when Austin saves Cortland's niece, the two finally meet. Despite the feud between their families, they both feel a mutual attraction that cannot be denied. But with their families at odds, is there any hope for a future together? "Coming Home" is a heartwarming tale of love and betrayal.

After falling into serious debt from a gambling, alcohol and drug addiction, Camilla’s Father, Francis, sells her to the Mafia Don, Baron, to pay off his debt. This causes Camilla’s life to go downhill and dark secrets from the past are revealed.

夫は、私を愛していない。娘のことも、もっと愛していない。 娘が生まれてから、もう六年が経つ。それなのに、夫は一度も娘を抱きしめたことがない。 医者は言った。彼は「感情障害」だと。ただ、人並みに愛し方を知らないだけだと。 けれど、あの人——彼の初恋の人が戻ってきた日、夫は珍しく、私たちに微笑みかけたのだった。 そして、信じられないことに、娘にプレゼントまで買って帰ってきた。 私は、やっと心を開いてくれたのだと思った。これから少しずつ、父親になってくれるのだと。 そう思っていた。 でも—— その夜、娘と一緒に見てしまった。夫のスマホのロック画面に設定された写真を。 画面に映っていたのは、満面の笑みを浮かべた夫。片腕には前歯の抜けた女の子を抱え、もう片方の手では、彼の初恋の手をしっかりと握っていた。 娘は、そっと私の手を握りしめた。潤んだ瞳が、何かを訴えるように震えていた。 「ママ……もう、出て行こうか？でも……パパに、あと三回だけチャンスをあげてもいい？」 「その三回で、パパがやっぱり私たちを選んでくれなかったら……そしたら、一緒に行こうね」

私と紀戸八雲（きど やくも）との結婚は、最初から秘密だった。 結婚したことを隠してきたこの3年間、私は外に言えないくらい誇れない妻として八雲のそばにいた。 外から見れば、八雲は東市協和病院第一の執刀医で、冷酷無情で、唯我独尊の存在だ。いわゆる高嶺の花である。 したし私は、ただそのそばに立っているちっぽけな麻酔科のインターン生だった。 無数の真夜中で、私はいつも1人で家でその人の帰りを待っていた。広い部屋の中、寒くてたまらなかった。 自分がもっと頑張れば、もっと優しくなれば、いつかきっと振り向いてくれると思い込んでいた。 しかし現実は無慈悲で、残酷だった。 「あの人のところにもう行かないでくれない？」私は八雲の裾をギュッと掴んで、細い声で何度もお願いをしていた。 なのに八雲ただ笑った。その笑い声から明らかな嫌味を感じた。「ただの契約なのに、紀戸の奥さんは随分役に入り込んでるね」 * 月日が経ち、八雲のあの娘の前でしか表れない優しさを見てきた。 何も言わずに、私は静かに離婚協議書1枚だけ残して、家を出た。 それから、白銀の東市で、知れ渡ったあの紀戸先生は雪に埋もれた道端で膝をついて、涙目で復縁をお願いしてきた。「優月（ゆづき）、離婚しないでくれ」 その頬からぽつりと落ちた涙は、私の目から、すでに雪のような冷たいものになった。淡々と微笑みながら、私はこう答えた。 「もしかして紀戸先生も役に入り込んでるの？ごめんね、芝居に付き合う暇はないの。契約期限はもう過ぎたわ。告白したいなら、まず列に並んでちょうだい」

"I was supposed to Stay Gone." ...He married me. He gave me a diamond ring with sweet words… and a lie. I thought it was love. But I was just holding her place. The woman whose lies he believed. Now she’s awake. And I don’t know who I am to him anymore. A wife? A stranger? Or just a body keeping what belongs to her  safe? They broke me. But this time, I’m not the same woman they left behind.

Left all alone with too huge a responsibility for anyone to manage, Maria is determined to fight against all odds and come out successful. As fate would have it, love found her, when she least expected it. In fact, she wasn't even asking for it.

“Who would have thought goody two shoes Tatiana Olivera is a nasty sl*t who fantasies about f*ck*ng her step brother?” Hasan continues his teasing. He inserts in middle finger in my mouth and I greedily s*ck on it, picturing it to be his c*ck. Hasan’s mouth parts open, his brows cresting as he watches me s*ck his middle finger like a kid sucking on a candy cane. I frowned when he pulled out his middle finger. He grabs my chin with a fierceness that sent me on edge. “Open your mouth.” He orders and I obey. He takes in a deep breath as though calming himself and before I knew it, hot liquid drops into my mouth. Did.. did he just spit in my mouth? It tastes divine. It tastes like him. And I want more. “Swallow.” I meet his gaze as I gulp down his saliva. A proud smile appears on his face. “There’s my good little sl*t.” ***** I hate Hasan Olivera. I can’t stand him. The way he walks into the room like he owns the place, the smug smirk that says he already knows what I am thinking. He’s insufferably cocky, sharp-tongued, insanely hot and fully aware of it. And those eyes? Dark, knowing, endlessly amused by the fact that, no matter how much I pretend otherwise, I’m completely drawn to him. I want him to f*ck me. I want him to claim me. I want him to be mine because I belong to him. But he's my step brother. And I hate my step brother. -------

“I hope you won't do anything to disappoint me. If not, I will tell you the consequences of your mistakes.” That was the warning Ryan Gonzalez gave Agnes on his first day at work. He is arrogant and cold, he possesses the most power and wealth in New York City. And Agnes unfortunately made fun of him and dragged him to bed. She woke up and was scared so she ran away, but then fate forced her to approach Ryan at all costs. Will he remember who she is after a few months? Was his distaste a manifestation of his silent revenge on her?

“I think you’ll find out soon enough, Seraphina, that I’m not one to take no for an answer.” I don’t flinch when he steps closer. My eyes shut against their will as I tried to swallow the anger running through my veins at his words. “Certainly not orders from daddy's gi—” Slap! ***** When Seraphina is forced into a marriage with Lazaro to secure peace between their feuding families, sparks fly—both of desire and destruction. Lazaro doesn’t believe in love, only in possession. Seraphina refuses to be owned. As enemies close in and secrets unravel, the line between hatred and hunger blurs. -----