Ars Goetia

After seven years of marriage, my husband grew tired of our quiet life and took a college student as his mistress. That fragile, pitiable girl held Alain Roth so completely he didn't come home for an entire month, no matter how I begged. On our son's third birthday, I came to their villa, holding the feverish child and pleading for him to return. Inside, he stayed lost in passion with her. Jeff Roth drew his last breath in my arms while their pleasure echoed through the night. At the funeral, Alain held me and wept, swearing he would return to the family and love only me. I agreed, driven solely by Jeff's dying wish. Four years later, a video from his old kindergarten surfaced, showing Alain with a radiant Mabel Flores and a three-year-old boy. The boy smiled brightly at the camera, lifting a trophy high. "Mom, Dad, we're the happiest family in the world!"

After being in love with Dylan for seven years, I planned to propose to him at his birthday party. But then I overheard him speaking to his friend in Italian: "You like Lydia? I'll give her to you. I'm tired of her anyway. Sarah is better—she's a dancer, young and sexy." He thought I couldn’t understand, but he didn’t know that I had learned Italian for him. I threw away the ring I had designed for him, tore apart the wedding suit I had sewn and left. Our friends were all speculating how long it would take before I came back. Dylan sneered with disdain, "She’s just an orphan with no family. Where could she go without me? Three days at most." But to his surprise, I never returned and found a new home.

My husband, Kieran, is the heir to the Thompson family. In the three years of our arranged marriage, he has never once touched me. I told myself he was just cold and guarded, that I could find a way into his heart, little by little. Then one day he came home drunk, pinned me to the bed for the first time, and called out his first love's name. "Camilla, all these years... I've thought of you every second of every day..." That was when I knew. All the passion and love he possessed was already spent on another woman. I pushed him away, burned every photo of us, and went to a high-end club in New York full of handsome male models. Nine months later, I walked into the airport with my newborn baby in my arms. Later, Kieran searched the world for me, his eyes bloodshot. He asked in a trembling voice why I never told him I was pregnant, why I wouldn't let him see our baby. I glanced at him and gave a light, breezy smile. "Who said the baby was yours?"

For the hundredth time, my dad hints at us that he really wants to become a grandfather during New Year Eve's dinner. Lydia Cooper, my wife who has insisted on living a childless life for the past decade, just smiles before placing more food on his plate. After dinner, she ducks out to the balcony and murmurs into her phone, "Be good, now. Mommy will visit you a few days later." I can feel my blood running cold in my veins as I stand in the living room with a glass of water. As I approach Lydia, I do my best to keep my voice light and teasing. "I just heard you say the word 'mommy.' Do you have an illegitimate child out there somewhere?" Lydia rubs her nose, her tone now awkward. "You might be hearing things. It was just my friend's child…" My heart plunges into my stomach pit at her words. I've been in love with Lydia for ten years. It's only natural that I know how she acts whenever she's lying.

Cinta yang salah akan berakhir dengan kesalahan. Maka, sadari dulu kesalahan itu sebelum egomu mengatakan kau yang paling tersakiti disini. Ingatlah, kesakitan itu bisa juga berubah menjadi dendam maupun yang paling mengerikan adalah kata 'Obsesi'. Lalu, apa kabar dengan kata cinta dan ketulusan? -> Li Qiao Feng

Vienna finally walked out of her late ex’s shadow. She met Warren, fell in love, and married him in a flash. Until his “no-blood-relation” stepsister moved in, stirring drama, planting doubts, making Vienna question if there was something forbidden between them. Dealing with the stepsister already drained her. Then came the twist—The heart beating in Warren’s chest belonged to her ex. The misunderstanding ran deep. They both thought they were just each other’s "replacement."Divorce. Separation. Until the truth surfaced. And so did a surprise pregnancy test. Warren stared at the report, tears falling. This time—he’s not letting Vienna go again.

I was his wife. His obligation. His biggest mistake. For three years, I stayed silent, watching Liam love another woman while I wasted away beside him. But when he let our baby die without lifting a finger, everything inside me shattered. I walked away—but not to disappear. I walked into a new life. One where I’d find strength, answers… and someone who’d remind me what it feels like to be seen. But the past isn’t done with me. And neither is Liam. Because what ties us together runs deeper than we ever knew. And the man I’m beginning to fall for? He might be the one thing that unravels it all. A heartbreak billionaire romance about betrayal, identity, and a love buried in the ashes of the past.

Alessandra Moore built her reputation on discipline, control, and teaching political scandals — not becoming one. A respected Political Science professor known for dissecting presidential downfalls, she understands exactly how careers are ruined. What she never expected was to be undone by two of her own students — the infamous varsity baseball twins dominating campus headlines. Liam is the golden face of varsity baseball — charming, dominant, untouchable. Ethan is the quieter shadow at his side — deaf, reserved, and far more dangerous in his silence than anyone realizes. They rule the field in different ways. Both are completely forbidden. When a single drunken moment explodes into a campus-wide scandal, Alessandra is dragged into the spotlight — facing public humiliation, NCAA scrutiny, and a university ethics investigation that threatens to destroy everything she has built. But scandals don’t just expose secrets — they reveal desires. As media pressure mounts and gossip spreads across campus, Alessandra must decide whether the fallout will ruin her… or bind her irrevocably to the varsity twins who started it all. On a campus obsessed with power, image, and control — who truly owns the narrative? Tropes: reverse age gap, forbidden romance, professor x student, campus scandal, varsity baseball, twins romance, love triangle, viral controversy, sports romance, slow burn, power dynamic, public humiliation, college drama, emotional tension, spicy romance.

For three years of marriage, Mark Powell had a talent for one thing—twisting the knife in Lisa Simpson’s heart. His parents never approved of her. Her mentor had been disappointed in her. Still, Lisa kept believing that if she loved him enough, if she gave him everything she had, she could warm his heart. It took her three years to realize the truth. The woman Mark had never let go of was his younger brother’s fiancée. What a joke. She’d wanted a child. She thought maybe then she could at least stay by his side and grow old with him. Instead, she was told she wasn’t even qualified to have his baby. That was the real punchline. On their wedding anniversary, Lisa finally walked away for good. She went back to research. She won major awards. She made a name for herself and brought honor to her country. She was glowing. Brilliant, successful men circled around her. There was no shortage of people eager to win her over. Three years later, Lisa stepped out of the maternity ward, a baby in her arms. Mark suddenly rushed in front of her like he’d lost his mind. “You were pregnant?” Lisa smiled faintly and looked down at him. “I had a baby. What does that have to do with my ex-husband?”

Braving a downpour, I delivered a lavish food order, anticipating the hefty commission and a $100 tip. Laughter suddenly echoed from the villa. Someone started, "He really believes your car crash left you paralyzed? He's hustling deliveries to support you and even pawned his dad's heirloom?" Another said, "What if he discovers you're actually a billionaire heiress, just playing poor? He'd probably break down in tears." Jessica Stark toyed with her wine glass. "Guys like him are wired to serve, especially since he always outshone Mark in our school days. This is his comeuppance." I stood in the relentless rain, a bitter chuckle escaping my lips. Turned out, her two-year charade of paralysis was merely to avenge her childhood sweetheart. Her broken legs, deceased parents, and helpless tears were all meticulously crafted lies. Disillusioned, I dialed my estranged tycoon mother. "You win. I'll go through with the arranged marriage."