6 Months Bible Reading Plan

Emma couldn't say she loved Luxstay in this life. And Luxstay in this life loves Emma with all her life. A marriage took place in name, Cupid's arrow shot accidentally hit two hearts that were beating intensely, creating a memorable emotional scene. It turned out that she was just a tool for him to take revenge from the start, it turned out that he didn't really love her in the first place. When she learned the truth of the past, Luxstay was in despair again. The last time of her life was meant for Luxstay to calm down, but at the last minute she was in danger because she took a bullet for Emma. When the warm rays of early spring landed on earth, Emma's nominal wife of two years left him. Five years after the death of his late wife, Emma lives as if half of her soul has been stripped. At his most desperate moment, when darkness engulfed his mind, he met her - a girl who looked exactly like Luxstay. “Five hundred million, become my secretary.”

(COMPLETED) Krystal Hunter died with a broken heart, a knife in her back, and one regret—she finally won the damn lottery right before she died. Ten million dollars, untouched, deposited in the bank… wasted. Or so she thought. Because when Krystal wakes up in a hospital bed—very much not dead—the world has gone to economic hell. The global economy has collapsed, the dollar has depreciated into dust... and her forgotten bank account? Now worth one hundred billion. With the world burning and billionaires falling like flies, Krystal is no longer the girl they betrayed. She’s richer than empires, hungrier than ever, and back to collect what she’s owed—with interest. Ex-lovers, fake friends, and bloodthirsty siblings beware: She died once. She’s not dying quietly again. A deliciously savage romantic revenge comedy about wealth, power, payback, and kissing someone hot while the economy collapses.

Harry Pate fails in his plan to secure a fortune from my family. He tries to drug me, hand me over to his friends, and even film it to control me. Luckily, a kind netizen overhears him plotting with his mistress at a restaurant. The netizen posts a missing person alert online. "Please share widely. Looking for Freya White. Her boyfriend is trying to drug and assault her." I see the post and quietly pour the drug into the pot they are about to drink from.

My younger sister was in a bad mood and went drinking at a bar, only to be dragged into a room by a few men. Not long after, she ended up pregnant. My husband, to protect her, actually suggested divorcing me so he could marry her instead. "Brooke only went to that bar because of me. I can't let people talk about her. Don't worry—once the baby is born and the paperwork is done, we'll remarry." I refused, but he heartlessly abandoned me, seven months pregnant, on the side of the highway. With my swollen belly, I walked for over an hour before finally making it off the road. There, I found my husband and my sister standing together, mocking me in my miserable state. "You wouldn't even help your own sister. Serves you right to suffer like this." "Noelle, don't be angry. I'm about to give birth, and Jensen only did it 'cause he was only worried about me." At that moment, I finally gave up completely. "Fine. Let's get divorced."

When I was eight months pregnant, I received an anonymous email. The attachment was a security camera recording. In a dimly lit VIP booth at a bar, my husband — a vampire who had lived for three hundred years — was holding a human woman in his arms, kissing her. At the end of the video, the woman smiled and asked him, "Adrian, do you really love me?" Adrian's voice was low. "Of course." "Even though you're human, I'll make you the happiest vampire bride in the world." He had said those exact words to me ten years ago. In that moment, my hand rested on my belly. The baby kicked once. As if reminding me. It was time to wake up.

When Vera Sinclair’s longtime boyfriend dumps her for the heiress she unknowingly replaced, she’s devastated but not broken. For years, she played the role of the perfect girlfriend, filling in the gaps while he pined for another woman. But now? She’s done being second best. Just when she thinks she’s free, a powerful billionaire, Asher Donovan enters the picture with an intriguing proposition. He needs a fiancée to silence his family’s constant matchmaking, and Vera, with her newfound indifference to love, is the perfect candidate. But Asher isn’t just any billionaire, he’s her ex’s former business rival, the one man who can make her ex regret ever letting her go. As Vera steps into the world of high society on her own terms, she realizes that being a “substitute” was never her destiny. She was meant to be someone’s first choice. And this time, love might just come with the sweetest revenge.

Layla Carson is the newest widow in town. After being sold to an old billionaire and enduring her firsts at his hands, she's scared of what life might throw at her next. But the billionaire's son is here with her. Her stepson, who is two years older than her, handsome as hell, and also insisting on sleeping in her bed sometimes. When Layla asks him why he's doing that, he simply leans low and whispers, "Don't act like you don't want me to." And that's odd because she doesn't, does she? Ryan hated his father. He still hates him even now that he's dead, so he wants to take the one thing he thinks his father might have actually loved, something named Layla, with bright green eyes and the kind of body that'd make men drool for days, except he's not the only one here for her. Two other Alphas are here too, and each one of them have their eyes set on the beautiful widow now looking for a man to care for her and tend to her deepest desires. Layla has four months to decide who she wants to be with forever. Is it the stepson she can't stop thinking about, who makes her heart race when she sees him? Or is it Damien and Alex, the first - who rejected her for all to see when she was eighteen? Or the latter - who was the one person she had trusted in her pack, the one who had said he would accept her no matter what, but who rejected her too when she needed him the most. Both of whom are now back and asking her to forgive, and love them again.

"What if she doesn't want me?" "You're made for each other. If she doesn't want you, then you'll convince her otherwise. Show her a side of you that no one gets to see, a side that I wouldn't even believe exists if I hadn't seen you with your mother." I swallow. "You're good, Logan. Don't let yourself miss out on the best thing you're going to have." *** When Ariana Flores said those words to Logan Smith, the son of the alpha and her bully, she didn't expect to be talking about herself. How could Logan be her mate? The moon goddess must be playing a very sick game with her. So she took matters into her own hands and rejected Logan as her mate. But Logan wouldn't give up without a fight, He used her very words against her and proposed that they make it work. Will 3 months be enough to convince Ariana that Logan is a changed man and he's willing to do anything for his mate?

My mom wants me to report every single detail in my life to her every day. I only get to receive my allowance once I do so. One phone call is equivalent to me receiving one cent. "My dear daughter, I love you so much, you know. Just let me know whatever you're doing every day. Only then can I relax." I don't have the heart to let my mom down, so every day I put all of my effort into coming up with something. That way, I can only gather enough money to buy the cheapest food in the cafeteria. But the food isn't enough to sustain me, leaving me hungry every day. Finally, I break down emotionally. That is, until I receive an allowance from my dad, who's supposed to be dead for many years…

Eight months into my pregnancy, my husband finally makes time from his police duties to go to a prenatal checkup with me for the first time. The moment we step into the hospital, his satellite-encrypted phone buzzes urgently. The caller ID flashes briefly, and just like that, the man who's always calm and collected panics. "Honey, it's a red alert. Another international fugitive just crossed the border. I… I'm sorry…" He's clearly anxious, yet his tone is firm, leaving no room for argument. After apologizing, he rushes off. As I watch his SUV speed out of sight, my fist clenches tightly, crumpling the prenatal checkup sheet. I flag down a cab, slide into the car, and swiftly instruct the driver, "Follow that car. Don't lose it." A Red Notice for a fugitive? What a joke. My father, who works at the National Security Agency, barely catches wind of a notice like that. Yet, somehow, a mere police chief who only assists with cases is suddenly tasked with catching a high-priority criminal. Fine, then. I can't wait to meet the superior who's given him such an urgent assignment.