Araki Forgot Novels & Stories

"Y-you slapped me…" The words come out broken as the pain and disbelief set in. Deric actually hit me. The man who went against the whole world to defend me just slapped me, right in front of everyone. "I thank the heavens that I don’t remember a vicious woman like you!" He sneers. •°•°•°•°•° An accident turned Arella’s life upside down. After two years in a coma, she wakes up to find her husband with another woman and the life she knew completely changed. In her darkest moment, Arella meets Lincoln, a powerful billionaire whose touch awakens her in ways she never expected. One night of raw passion stirs desires neither can ignore, leaving Arella torn between the past she lost and the future he offers. As her past and future collide, Arella must decide: hold on to what’s lost or take a chance on a new life and love. But when her past comes rushing back, will she make the right choice?

Liana Elizabeth Rose of the prestigious Rose family woke gasping—remembering everything. At first, she thought it was a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe heaven, maybe hell, or wherever people go when life has been cruel enough to steal their breath. But the room was the same. The curtains were the same. The smooth, unscarred skin she touched was the same. As if the last five years of betrayal and humiliation had never etched themselves into her. Then the panic hit. She remembered. Every. Single. Thing. The cold metal of prison bars. Her husband Adrian’s dead, beautiful eyes accusing her of the accident. The trial. The cousin who framed her. The family who abandoned her. The little brother who no longer remembered her voice. Her death. And the cruelest truth: she wasn’t even from this world. It was a book a stupid novel her roommate had recommended. She died inside a story she didn’t write. And now, she woke up at the moment everything began to crumble. Fine. Sharpen her mind. Feed her ambition. And when the plot tried to drag her back, she’d pull harder. Then there was him—Adrian. From his point of view, the world shifted. Her scent. Her voice. Her existence. Everything about her crawled under his skin, sank into his bloodstream, coiled around his bones. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t want to. He only knew: if she breathed, he wanted it. If she moved, he followed. Obsession wasn’t a symptom—it was his nature. And Liana? She had rewritten herself into the one thing he could never let go of. This time, she wasn’t the victim. She wasn’t a plot device. She was the storm. And Adrian? Learning, too late, that even possession has a price.

Three days before her wedding, Aurora Vale, the young heiress of a luxury fashion empire, walks into her fiancé’s office—only to find him kissing his ex-lover. And then she hears the words that shatter her world: “You know I’m only marrying her for the company.” Without a scene or a scandal, Aurora disappears that night. She leaves behind her diamond ring and a single note: “I’m giving you my dream and my love. May you be satisfied with what’s left.” Three years later, she returns under a new name—no longer the heartbroken bride, but the powerful CEO of a rival brand threatening to destroy Liam Cross’s empire. When they meet again in the boardroom, Liam is stunned. Not only has she become the woman he can’t control… but beside her stands a little boy with eyes exactly like his. Now he’ll do anything to win her back. But Aurora isn’t the same woman he betrayed. Between love, revenge, and a secret that could ruin them both— which will she choose?

She was his forgotten wife. He was her biggest mistake. Four years later, she returns — richer, colder, and carrying his secret. For three years, Yessica did everything right. She made his breakfast, celebrated their anniversaries alone, and loved a man who barely knew her name. When she nearly bled to death during a pregnancy complication — calling Lewis four times while he finished a business meeting — she finally understood: she was never a wife. She was a convenience. So she left. With nothing but the baby growing inside her and a borrowed £50,000, she built Bellamy Holdings into a £500 million empire. She became the woman no one could ignore. Now she's back. And so is Lewis Silverthorn — shattered, desperate, and staring at a four-year-old daughter with his exact gray eyes. He wants forgiveness. He wants his family. But Yessica built her walls from the rubble of his neglect, and a charming rival named Rafferty Montague is offering her everything Lewis never could. Worse — someone has been pulling strings all along. A betrayal runs deeper than either of them imagined, and this time, it could cost them everything. Can a man undo three years of silence with a lifetime of trying? Or is some love too broken to survive?

Six years ago, Betty Cooper thought marrying billionaire Nathaniel Blackwell would be her fairytale ending. Instead, it became her prison. He blames her for ruining his life and for the scandal that cost him the love of his life. She blames herself for still loving a man who only looks at her with hate. “How long will you punish me?” I whisper through clenched teeth. “Six years, Nathaniel… isn’t that enough?” His eyes burn through me as he spits back, “You cost me the most important thing in my life when you drugged me that night, Betty. And I’m going to make sure you lose something just as important before I’m done with you.” But when the truth finally comes out, and Nathaniel realizes he’s been wrong all along, it might already be too late. Because this time, Betty’s not the one begging for love… He is.

They killed her family. They forgot to check the wardrobe. Fifteen years later, she's inside their empire—and they invited her in themselves. The Salvatores don't make mistakes. Except once. #CrimsonPen

Stella was heartbroken, she is pregnant and her husband who was supposed to love and cherish her and took in his first love Mary who was also pregnant and forgot about her existence, he forgot her peanut allergy just because the first love loves peanuts causing her to end up in the hospital. Andrew her husband kicked her out of the master bedroom to stay in it with his first love and then when she thought he had done enough, he exchanged her and gave her to kidnappers to get Mary to safety and she lost her child in the struggle but a mafia boss came to rescue her. “Marry me and be my contract wife for a year, I will pay you well,” Jonathan the mafia boss said and she accepted.

She was my wife by law… and my mistress by lust. But what happens when the two collide—naked and unfiltered? I told myself it would be the last time. But when Ava walked into my office in heels and nothing under her coat, my resolve shattered. She tasted like fire— Bent over my desk, her moans swallowed by my kisses, I forgot my vows. I forgot Lydia. Until Lydia texted Ava back. Until they both showed up… and neither of them came to fight. A sizzling tale of temptation, secrets, and a love triangle so twisted, it can only end one way: with all of them in one bed—and nothing between them.

I'm getting married soon—but not to my boyfriend of six years, Soren Cruz. He's the mafia boss based in Mehico and is currently busy "working" with his new underboss, Thea Ramirez. Lately, he's been so swamped with work that he completely forgot about me and our promise to get married on our sixth anniversary. At the Christmas party, he ordered Thea's favorite almond cake. He forgot I'm allergic to almonds. While his friends were messing around, a slice of cake hit me right in the face. I fainted on the spot. When I woke up, I told Mom I didn't want to marry Soren anymore. I'm going back.

In the tenth year of my marriage to a genius pianist, I came down with a strange illness. A month ago, my husband missed my birthday party to care for his ailing sister-in-law. Night after night, I had waited for him to return home. But that night I forgot to wait at all and went to bed early. Half a month ago, he attended an important performance with his sister-in-law. I had always been petty and prone to jealousy, yet this time I didn't get angry. I simply went home in silence. Three days ago, I fell seriously ill with a burning fever. My husband rushed back from out of town in a panic—but only to tend to his sister-in-law, whose hand had been scalded. When we ran into each other at the hospital, I was strangely calm. I, who used to be fiercely jealous, felt nothing at all. I forgot the promise we had made to grow old together. I even forgot how he once fretted over me for days when I'd scraped a bit of skin. It wasn't until he said he wanted to bring his sister-in-law home and take care of her for the rest of his life that I—my memories riddled with holes—summoned the system at last. "I want to go home."