American Face

He lost his memory. She lost her heart. Now, the past wants them both dead. When Amara Kane pulls a wounded stranger from a burning car, she doesn’t expect him to be Liam Steele—billionaire tech heir, missing CEO, and the man with a target on his back. With no memory of who he is or who wants him dead, Liam finds himself hiding in the one place no one would expect: her tiny apartment. What starts as survival quickly turns into something deeper. Secrets unravel. Passion ignites. And just when Liam proposes and Amara dares to believe in love again… he vanishes without a word—leaving her pregnant and alone. But Liam didn’t just leave. He was taken. Now, Amara must face the truth: she’s not just protecting their unborn child—she’s holding the key to a conspiracy worth killing for.

After I came back to life, the first thing I did was hand that five-carat diamond ring—yes, the one my husband gave me—to his mother. The very woman who spent years picking me apart like it was her favorite pastime. In my last life, that ring was a custom New Year's gift. He paid a ridiculous amount for it. I actually thought it meant something. One afternoon, I was out shopping when I walked right into a bridal party taking pictures. The bride glanced at my hand, saw the ring, and her entire expression changed. She stormed over and slapped me, accusing me of being a shameless mistress trying to steal her man. I stood there, completely stunned. She was wearing the exact same ring. Before I could explain, her friends grabbed me. They dragged me aside, tore my clothes, hit me, and stomped on my hand until I couldn't move my fingers. They carved the word "mistress" into my face and paraded me through the street like some kind of public disgrace. I died there on the pavement. When my husband finally appeared, he didn't fight for me. He just signed off on a settlement, as if my life were nothing more than a piece of paperwork. Widowed that morning, married to the bride by nightfall. His mother instantly welcomed the new woman, all because she was pregnant. And then I opened my eyes again… back on the very day he first placed that diamond ring in my hand.

Mirabella had built her life around love, trust, and devotion, believing that her marriage to Ethan was the very definition of a perfect union. Despite struggling with infertility, she held onto the dream of a future filled with happiness, willing to sacrifice anything for the man she loved. However, her world is irreversibly shattered when she unexpectedly walks in on Ethan in bed with her older sister, Sienna—the one person she had always trusted. Instead of guilt or remorse, Ethan throws divorce papers in her face, blaming her for her inability to conceive, while Sienna mocks and humiliates her, making it clear that Mirabella has been replaced. Left homeless, heartbroken, and utterly betrayed by those she once considered her entire world, Mirabella spirals into despair, her once-glamorous life crumbling around her. As she drowns in hopelessness, a powerful yet mysterious ally steps forward, offering her the support, resources, and guidance she needs to rise from the ashes of her past. Fueled by pain but strengthened by newfound determination, Mirabella reinvents herself, stepping into a world of power, influence, and ruthless ambition. No longer the fragile woman Ethan and Sienna discarded, she meticulously orchestrates a masterful plan to reclaim her dignity and dismantle the lives of those who wronged her. But as Ethan and Sienna’s world begins to crumble under the weight of their own greed and deception, Mirabella is faced with an unexpected realization—true power is not in revenge but in the ability to walk away. Will she take her vengeance to the bitter end, or will she choose to embrace a new beginning, where her happiness is no longer tied to the past?

I spent six months and a quarter million dollars to secure a week in Sicily. But when my husband’s childhood obsession, Chiara, cried nostalgia into his ear, Dante didn’t hesitate. He removed my name from the armored motorcade roster and replaced it with hers. He told me to take a commercial flight alone through rival family territory—a route where three associates had “disappeared” last month. The entire famiglia supported Dante’s decision without a single thought for my safety. So I changed my itinerary. I boarded a plane to Monaco instead of Palermo. I spent three months at the roulette tables, ignoring their frantic calls. That was when the famiglia started to bleed…

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've always known I'm not worthy of Claire. I hope you can understand."

On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend invited me onto a cruise ship heading for the open sea. “Quinn, just endure it. The Godfather loves blonde, blue-eyed beauties like you. “Once you please him, all my gambling debts will be wiped clean!" At the auction, I was locked inside a golden cage. The starting bid was $3 million. Just as despair drove me to bite my tongue, the bulletproof glass of the most mysterious private box on the second floor exploded outward. The mafia godfather stepped through the shattered glass. Shards crunched beneath his feet, and smoke curled from the muzzle of his gun. He looked exactly like my ex-boyfriend from five years ago. Back then, he was a bodyguard I had once slapped in public and kicked to the curb like an abandoned dog. His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my chin, smiling with an icy menace. "Sophia, you're not getting away this time."

Arielle was killed by her husband and cousin after their wedding because she discovered that the two of them cheated on her and wanted to snatch all of her wealth. But she didn't die, instead, she surprisingly found herself the day Tyron proposed to her, six months before their wedding. She thought that God pitied her for dying unjustly and gave her a second chance to change her fate. This time, she promised that what happened to her would not be repeated so she planned to expose the evil deeds of her ex-husband and cousin. At the same time, she entangled with Gun, the mysterious man whom she meets and hires to be his bodyguard and the stranger she had a one-night-stand. They both fall in love with each other despite the huge differences in their personalities and status in society. But what if she discovered that Gun was the CEO of the rival company of her father and he had a selfish reason for approaching her? And will she succeed in revealing the true face of her ex-husband and cousin or end up being killed by them once again?

When His Majesty King Dominic Thornfield was attacked, my husband, Roland Wentworth, Commander of the Royal Guard, was busy placating his first love, Vivian Sinclair, who had stormed off in a fit of anger. I did not light the signal flare in my hand. Instead, I used my heavily pregnant body as a human shield to protect the King and help him escape. In my past life, I had lit that flare. Roland abandoned Vivian to rush back and save the King. He was rewarded for his loyal service by being made a Duke Protector. However, Vivian fell into a trap and died on the spot. On the surface, Roland said nothing. Yet, on the very day I went into labor, he threw me into the Beast Dungeon. My face twisted in agony as I demanded to know why. Roland merely glanced at me coldly and said, "His Majesty had plenty of guards around him, so why did it have to be me who came back? You must have done it on purpose, only caring about power and wealth. If you hadn't lit that flare, Vivian wouldn't have died. Whatever suffering Vivian endured, I'll make you pay it back tenfold!" In the end, I was torn apart and devoured by the beasts. Even the child in my womb was consumed completely. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the King was attacked.

Five years ago, Isla Wilde Montgomery was the perfect wife, elegant, loyal, and madly in love with her husband, billionaire tycoon Lucian Blackwell. But when tragedy struck and she miscarried their child, Lucian’s silence and his family's cold betrayal broke her. Branded a disgrace, Isla vanished from his life without a trace. Now, she’s back, not as his wife, but as the icy CEO of a global fashion empire. Stronger, colder, and untouchable, Isla returns to the elite business world with one mission: to reclaim her name and make those who destroyed her pay, including Lucian, the man she once loved. Lucian never stopped wondering why Isla left. But the woman who’s returned is no longer the warm girl he married. She’s a storm in heels, and she’s forcing him to face the truth he buried deep inside him. In a world where love is a dangerous game, can two broken hearts survive the wreckage of their dark past? Or will their love story end exactly the way it began… in flames?

The day before our wedding, Luke Murray got wasted. On the ride home, he looked right at me and slurred, "Cassie, don't bring the kid to the ceremony. Arya can't know I'm the dad." I hit the brakes. Hard. He smacked into the seatback, halfway sobering up. When he finally realized it was me, he just... froze. Then he said real slow, "Guess you heard. Wedding's off—for now. Cassie doesn't want marriage, but the kid's mine, so I gotta step up. She's your bestie, right? You probably feel bad she's doing this alone. So once he's in school, I'll come back and marry you." I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "...That's fine. I don't mind." He didn't say a word when we got home—just grabbed his suitcase and left. I wiped the last tear off my face, sat on the bed, and just stared at nothing. Then my phone lit up. My childhood friend's voice cracked on the other end. "Arya, don't marry him. Please." I didn't say anything for a sec. "Okay."