Caught Cheating

Aura never expected that the injured man she picked up at her doorstep would turn out to be her mate. At the time, she had just caught her fiancé cheating, and in a moment of heartbreak, ended up spending the night with the stranger. But soon after, that man became a wanted fugitive in their pack, only to later be revealed as none other than Atlas, the newly crowned Alpha King . Betrayed by her fiancé, Aura agreed to Atlas’s strange request: to visit his palace once a week. She thought perhaps they would gradually build a sweet and fated love story. But Atlas grew cold. Their weekly meetings revolved around one thing only—sex. What Aura didn’t know was that Atlas carried a curse: The skin hunger.

Amanda's life came crashing when she caught her husband cheating on her, worse was her family was in full support of her husbands actions and even arranged her step sister to him. Amanda was enraged, she didn't know how to get back at them for their betrayal and to stabilize her mother's company until she met Lucas who was willing to help her with whatever she needed. The only catch was, she has to marry him. Amanda goes all in with her exhusbands rival, but as times goes on feelings start to get attached. Would they stick together after all that has been said and done? Would the secret Lucas has kept so dearly destroy his newly found relationship?

[𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 4] She had a one-night-stand with a stranger after she caught her boyfriend cheating with her own half-sister. After two years... Her family business fall into bankruptcy. To save their family's company, her father arrange a marriage for her, to a grandson of his best friend—LV Rutherford. A rumor cold, playboy and ruthless billionaire. LV Rutherford faced with familial pressure to marry his ex-girlfriend but his hearts belong to a woman he bedded two years ago that's why he had to enter into a contractual marriage with Zaharah Rosemaxine Sevilla. What if LV found out that the woman he bedded two years ago is his wife? Will he let her go? Or Zaharah Rosemaxine Sevilla become forever wife of LV RUTHERFORD?

In eight years together, my boyfriend—Shayne Raffield—blocked me eighty-eight times. This time? Because I missed his call. At my best friend's birthday party. Usually, I'd panic-order a gift, then stand outside his office, head down, ready to beg. But today? I blocked him first. The Chat Feed popped up, loud as ever: [Nooo, Ley-Bae, don't block Shay-Shay! He's just got abandonment issues. Comfort him!] [Shay's heart = shattered; Eyes = red. Ley, go! One pout and he's yours again!] Then Shayne called. Didn't say a word. Just breathed for ten seconds and hung up. The Chat Feed freaked out. [AHHHH SHAY LOVES LEY SO MUCH HE JUST SUCKS AT SAYING IT. THIS COWARD'S GONNA LOSE HIS GIRL.]

I drag my suitcase out of the airport and walk straight into a massive billboard. "Welcome back, Jennifer Palmer, the great love of Ivan Olsen's life." The entire Internet praises him for having waited faithfully for ten years. A star-struck reporter shoves a microphone in my face and asks, "Ms. Palmer, are you moved that Mr. Olsen has remained celibate for you all this time?" I blink in confusion at her question. "Who's Ivan?"

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.

When my wife brought her lover home for the fifth time, I decided enough was enough. I said nothing, not a word of complaint or protest. Instead, I superglued the windows shut and locked the bedroom door from the outside. From the bedroom came the muffled sounds of her little escapade, breathless and feverish, carrying through the walls like a shameful melody no one asked to hear. Calmly, I sat in the living room, picked up the phone, and called my mother-in-law. "Jessie," I said, putting on my best tone of urgency, "it's bad—real bad! Your daughter's locked herself in the bedroom and says she's gonna end it all!"

I accidentally wear the gown Miles Graham prepared for his childhood sweetheart. To my horror, he forces me to take it off in public. "I prepared this for Nora—do you think you're worthy of wearing it? Take it off! You're dirtying it!" He knows I have serious PTSD after almost being violated, yet he insults me with those words. I look at him tearfully and beg him not to say anymore. That's when the gown's zip bursts open. My PTSD acts up. I'm so overwhelmed that I collapse on the floor and have a seizure. Miles dismisses everyone and takes Nora out on a date. He leaves me lying there in humiliation. I call my mentor before being discharged from the hospital. "Ms. Gardner, I've decided to participate in the water conservation project in Affenheim."

We had been in love for years, and everyone believed that Henley was utterly devoted to me. Even I thought so—until the day I saw him in bed with a younger woman. I lost all will to live and chose the most peaceful way to end it all. When Henley found out I had donated my body, he completely lost his mind.

My wife, a doctor, treated our daughter like a walking blood bank. When our daughter passed away, she took it even further. She transplanted her corneas into her old flame’s son. Before our daughter’s body was even cold, she was out having dinner with her ex and his son. They were celebrating that the boy could see again. She even went so far as to secretly burn our daughter’s body to get rid of any evidence. By the time I got there, all I saw was my daughter's ashes being swallowed up by the flames. I told her I wanted a divorce. She just sneered, “It’s only a daughter. Are you really going to divorce me over this?” But later, she was down on her knees, begging me not to leave her.