After Married

A promise that Phyllis Lu made when she was only five years old will lead her to marry her superstar idol. If she was in love with the said idol, she would be extremely happy. However, her heart is with someone else. She had an unrequited love with her internet friend, whom she had never even met. How will she lead a married life if she has another person in her heart?

"You're applying to be Noah's nanny," he said smoothly, his towering presence closing in on me. I felt the heat of his breath against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Yes, sir," I answered, keeping my voice steady. "I'll do my best to take care of him." But the truth was far from innocent. Becoming his son's nanny was only a cover—seducing him was my aim! ********** Elena Williams had lost everything: her child, her freedom, and five years of her life locked away in a psychiatric hospital by the very family that betrayed her. Now, they lived comfortably, protected by wealth and power, while she plotted her revenge. To bring them down, Elena needed an ally even more formidable than her enemies. Enter Justin Hunt—an enigmatic billionaire with the influence and strength to tip the scales. He was her ticket to vengeance, and she was willing to risk it all to capture his attention... even if it meant playing a dangerous game of seduction.

What would you do if your husband had an affair with a younger woman? In Riley Allen's case, she tried to salvage her marriage, but she quickly realized it was not worth fighting for. She gave up on her marriage and the career she carefully built. Riley figured that moving on was her sweet revenge. What better way to move on than to marry her ex-husband's past rival, Adrian King? With Adrian's help, Riley got her well-deserved vengeance. She felt she found a genuine ally in her new husband. Later, she uncovered Adrian's secrets—and they revolved around Riley. Will the secrets drive them apart, or will they seal the missing piece of their contract marriage? *** "Why did you marry me, Adrian? Answer me!" Riley demanded with tears in her eyes. Adrian looked at Riley and answered, "Because it was meant to be."

There were rules to their marriage. Lily was given the life of luxury and everything she could possibly want to live while her husband held the power and control over her fairytale life. It was a game of beauty and dominance. Lily Blakely: I had no other option but to do the unthinkable. I sold my soul to a billionaire heir, rich and spoiled. My dignity held under the heels of his shiny leather shoes and my heart in his hand. And I had done it all to save my father's life. He didn't know that. For him, I was the gold digger of highest order, one he despised the most. And yes, I didn't expect him to fall in love with me ever. He swore that he wouldn't. Daniel Rutherford: She was as beautiful as cunning. The kind I hated the most. A young, independent girl who sold herself for a life of riches and standard. I wanted nothing more than to stay a thousand miles away from her. But I seemed to fail in doing so the moment she got close enough to touch. I wanted her to repel me, yet every time she was near me I got attracted to her in a way I dreaded. I wanted to push her away, but to my utter disdain I wanted to fuck her even more.

Pregnant with the employer's son and forced to abort the fetus in his content, Amelie Anderson, a girl working on a rich family decided to escape to the village where she was grandfather's grandimacy, on the father's advice. In her escape, amelie successfully conceives and gives birth to a very handsome, healthy baby boy, inheriting his father, Jonathan Hayes. The consequences of raising a baby alone are not easy. Would Amelie be able to raise a baby boy by herself?

A night of being drunk had gotten her entangled with the most desired bachelor. The handsome sexy Chris Evans. Ivy had only planned to have fun but After that night, she had become his. Chris Evans had come knocking on her door, claiming she belongs to him. She couldn't believe she had been drawn into the world of the elite in the country. Chris was born with a silver spoon but at 27, he had upgraded to a shiny golden spoon. He was a big name in the world of the rich. The world of the highest and richest. On that list, he was number one. No one comes close to him. Chris had lost his control for the first time in his life and that was because of a drunk girl in a red gown. That had never happened which means, she belonged to him and no one else. He had to have her at all costs and that meant, taking her... What would happen when she jumps into a relationship faster than she had planned and the attraction keeps getting stronger? How would they control the urge?

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

Meski hanya pernikahan kontrak, Elena adalah istri sempurna dalam segala hal. Pintar, patuh, dan dihormati. Ia baik pada semua orang dan setia pada suaminya. Ia puas menjalani hidup seperti itu, meski terus-menerus ditagih soal kehamilan. Sampai suatu hari, suaminya pulang membawa selingkuhan dan menuntut perceraian. "Baiklah," kata Elena tenang, "Aku akan menceraikanmu." Mata Rafael berbinar mendengar kata-kata istrinya. Namun, ia terkejut karena Elena belum selesai. "Tapi jangan kaget kalau kau menerima undangan pernikahanku berikutnya." Semua orang terkejut, Elena benar-benar menikah lagi, dengan pria yang lebih muda dan, ternyata, lebih kaya! Dan ia memastikan mantan suaminya menyesal telah kehilangan dukungan wanita seperti dirinya.

..Saw my hubby, but I was in another woman's body, and this time he wasn't my husband, his uncle was. ~ A voice suddenly cut through the silence. “Oh my goodness, you're finally awake Mrs. Blackwood!” Mrs Blackwood? That was.. I tried to speak, but my voice was a mere whisper. The nurse, a kind faced woman with a warm smile, helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. As I sipped, fragments of memories began to resurface. A car crash.. screams? and Kenneth's face? But why couldn't I put two and two together? "Can you help me to the toilet?" I asked the nurse, my voice still weak. The nurse nodded and assisted me out of bed and my legs trembled beneath me as I walked, unaccustomed to bearing my weight after such a long time of bederiding Once in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, expecting to see my own reflection but the face staring back at me was unfamiliar, younger and prettier. A jolt of fear immediately coursed through me. Who was this person? "Mrs. Victoria Blackwood?” I heard the nurse call out from behind and it dawned on me.. that name belonged to Alexander Blackwood's wife, my husband's uncle! A wave of panic washed over me. What was happening? Why was I in this body? I stumbled backward, the nurse catching me by my waist. "Steady Mrs. Blackwood. You're still recovering." But I wasn't recovering. I was lost. Trapped in a stranger's life.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.