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Kristhina from France and a 14-year-old girl who is going to live a forbidden love with her teacher. Her parents are very reserved and this love is forbidden at all costs, as everything is forbidden and good for her to get involved with him and they stayed together until her final decision comes. But amidst the conflict, coming and going, she meets a young man, who will make her heart beat faster. And will they separate will they ever be together again. João Almeida and a young math student is going to do an internship at a school and see a girl ... without knowing that she would be his student. he is enchanted by her. Jack Spatula is a young model, who left everything to live in another country and pursue a modeling career. His life changes completely, at a dance where he will meet his new work partner, without knowing who the girl was, he is surprised by the beauty and delicacy of the girl and falls in love with her. I invite you to embark on this journey of love, and come find out what the surprise of life has in store for Kristhina, will she have lived a great love? and who should she stay with? come find out with me.

I'm his wife. I am his baby's mother. I want to be his love but all I am to him is a responsibility. He was in love with my step-sister but she betrayed him and married another man. One Drunken mistake, forced us to marry each other. He promised me to give everything except love. But all I want is love. Will he ever accept me as his wife? Or this marriage always remain a compromise wife?

Please... don't do this." Only he could hear me. but he ignored my plea . i know he can hear but he didn't listen. god please stop this I don't want to be with him please god but seems like god also couldn't hear me or he doesn't want to hear me . The priest's voice echoed through the quiet hall, solemn and commanding "Do you take Mr. Advika Rathod to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, honor, and cherish her for as long as you both shall live?" "Yes, I do." The priest then turned to me. . "Do you take Aviraj Ranawat to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, honor, and cherish him for as long as you both shall live?" I opened my mouth to deny, to scream, but his cold, piercing stare froze me in place. My heart thudded violently in my chest, and my voice came out as a broken whisper: "Ye... yes... I... do..." The priest pronounced, "You are husband and wife. You may now kiss." --------------------- Author's Note This book is a work created entirely by me. Every character, scene, emotion, and storyline comes from my own imagination and effort. Please do not copy, reproduce, or claim any part of this work as your own. Respect the time, creativity, and dedication that went into building this story. Content & Age Warning (18+) This book is strictly intended for mature readers aged 18 and above. It contains intense themes, emotionally heavy situations, dark elements, and mature relationship dynamics that may not be suitable for younger audiences. Reader discretion is strongly advised. If you are sensitive to possessive behavior, morally grey characters, psychological tension, violence, or mature romantic situations, please proceed with caution. you acknowledge that you understand the nature of this content and are comfortable engaging with mature themes.

I leave my boyfriend without a word when he's at his lowest. He later makes a name for himself and forces me to marry him. Our relationship goes viral online and becomes the subject of everyone's envy. They all say he's desperately in love with me, but he later sleeps with other women in our bed. I fall from grace and become the city's biggest laughingstock. I don't cause a scene. Instead, I move into the guest bedroom and leave the master bedroom for them. He's furious as he grips my neck roughly. He bites my lips, drawing blood. "Why aren't you mad?" Because I'm sick. I don't have the time to wait for him to see the error of his ways anymore.

Isabella is the youngest between her and her sister Ruby. Isabella always had a crush on Ace Anderson. So, when her bestfriend got her a ticket to his show she couldn't let that opportunity pass. Ace is a well-known model, not only that but he worked for his father's multi-millionaire business. Imagine how she felt when he confessed his feelings for her. Only Ace had a sinister motive, and he was not the man she thought he was. His attitude towards her took a whole turn when they got married not only was he distant, but he was also abusive. The question is why? Not only that but he has a big secret that he is keeping from Isabella Will Isabella forgive him or will a mystery man sweep her off her feet and save her.

After I become successful in life, I sue my wife, Hazel Cooper, also known as the woman who had supported me through thick and thin. She gets down on her knees and pleads with me tearfully not to divorce her, only for me to shove her away. My neighbors call me an ungrateful bastard. They keep spitting at me and throwing feces at my doorstep. Even the Internet users gang up on me and bully me on the Internet. But when the court trial is over, everyone kneels before me, looking extremely remorseful.

He was her life and everything. Even though she knew he never cared about her , she never stopped loving him. He kept cheating on her and she knew it. But she loved him too much to leave him. She thought that it was her fault that he didn't love her anymore so she started punishing herself. He is the arrogant careless billionaire. He has everything he wants. He knows that he has a wife who loves him so much but that doesn't stop him from sleeping with other girls. One thing he doesn't know is that he is not only breaking her but him too. This story is about Damon Salvatore and his unwanted wife Nina.

Ajeng was forced to become Evan Braun's second wife by Ella, Evan's wife and Ajeng's best friend. Of course, Ajeng flatly refused the crazy proposal. But Ella insisted that Ajeng marry her husband. "Take care of my baby after she's born," Ella pleaded. "Don't be ridiculous! You'll definitely recover!" Ajeng snapped angrily. Ajeng thought Ella was just joking around. But one situation forced Ajeng to reluctantly accept Ella's offer because only that woman could help her. What happened to Ajeng after becoming Evan's second wife? Was she able to face Ella's family, who now hated her for becoming Ella's rival?

I was married to my husband for ten years, but our relationship had long been a façade. In front of his family, he acted like the perfect husband, keeping up appearances. Behind my back, he would have an affair with Mindy Benson, seeking excitement. One day, while I was working at the hospital, my husband brought Mindy here for a prenatal checkup. “The baby is already eight months along. Where is the father?” “Tyler, the doctor is asking for you.” Mindy clung to him, and the two looked like quite a pair. Our eyes met, and I managed a bitter smile. This time, I would no longer go along with the charade.

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.