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Winter’s life crumbled upon learning the husband who promised to be with her until the end was now divorcing her. Despite the hurt and pain in her chest at the sudden announcement, she still signed the divorce paper even after knowing she would be having a child with Calcifer. Three years had passed, Winter and Calcifer’s path path crossed, and this time her ex-husband had found out she was hiding his child from him. But now, Calcifer had promised he would get them back while Winter promised she would never let her ex-husband her hurt again and her baby for the second time. Which of them will win this time? ******* Loving the Billionaire Series (Stand-Alone Book) Book 1: Mommy, I Want My Daddy Book 2: Forget About Me, Billionaire Book 3: My Ex-Husband's Temptation

Wayne Anderson is a highly successful man. A billionaire. A business tycoon. But there was one stain in his story - he was once married and his wife cheated on him. They divorced and it was a messy affair. It has been a few years since that happened and Wayne has been putting all his focus on his empire. That is, until he meets Andrea Payne. She seems ordinarily clumsy but she has this air of confidence about her as she kept proposing business ventures one after another to him.

Edward and I held our engagement party in Las Vegas. Everything seemed perfect—until someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. One of Edward's female coworkers looked me straight in the eye. "I am pregnant. It is your fiancé's baby." Laughter burst out around us. Everyone thought it was a joke—except Edward. After the trip, we returned home. He looked uneasy. "I'm the father of Juliet's baby," he admitted. "Don't overthink it. We were on a business trip and got too drunk with a client. We accidentally spent the night together. "She is from a British aristocratic family. Reputation matters a lot to her. She will never marry me. She only wants to have the baby and raise it alone." "So what are you saying?" I asked. "I am the father. I have to take responsibility. I will stay in the apartment I rented for her and take care of her pregnancy on weekdays, and come home on weekends. "Our wedding will be delayed. We will get married after the baby is borned." I gave a small smile. So he had it all planned out. He was just here to inform me. He let out a sigh of relief, picked up his Rimowa suitcase, and walked out without looking back. I wiped the tears off my face and began packing away all the memories of our relationship. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. The voice on the other end sounded messy and emotional. "Margot, I freaking love you. Don't marry him. Marry me instead." I froze for a second, then replied, "Okay."

Jocelyn Campbell had it all — power, love, and family. Until the night before her wedding, when it all went up in flames. Her perfect fiancé in bed with her cousin. Her empire hanging by a thread. Her heart shattered. Then came Daniel Steele — Ethan’s cold, vengeful stepbrother, a man who turns destruction into an art form. He offers her salvation, but at a price: marry me. What begins as a ruthless alliance to crush their mutual enemies soon ignites into something far more dangerous — desire. But in a world ruled by greed and betrayal, love isn’t just forbidden. It’s lethal.

Danica Ravens and her sister Rebecca were well loved by their parents and their pack. They enjoyed a wonderful life filled with hope and promise. On Danica's 18th birthday she looked anticipated finding her mate but instead, in one brief moment her whole future went up in flames.

Seven years ago, Althea Marquez was ready to share life-changing news with Mikhael Bryce Henderson—the love of her life—when she discovered he had returned to his ex. Heartbroken, Althea fled abroad to raise their child alone. Now back in the Philippines, Althea is shocked to find her new boss is none other than Mikhael, now a powerful CEO. Furious and confused by her sudden disappearance, Mikhael demands answers, but Althea remains cold and distant. As secrets from their past come to light, including the startling revelation of Althea's father's connection to Mikhael, both are forced to confront painful truths. To make matters worse, Mikhael's ex-fiancée re-enters his life, determined to win him back. Amidst betrayal, hidden enemies, and unresolved feelings, Althea and Mikhael must decide whether to fight for their rekindled love or let the past tear them apart once more.

La veille du mariage, l'amie d'enfance de mon fiancé m'a percutée et j'ai eu une hémorragie grave, ma vie a été mise en danger. Ma meilleure amie lui a téléphoné, mais mon fiancé n'a pas répondu. Il a seulement laissé un message. « Élise a attrapé un rhume, je n'ai pas le temps. » Mon amie a ensuite appelé son petit ami, un acteur très influent. Mais il a dit : « Élise est malade, c'est à ce moment-là qu'elle a le plus besoin de moi. » Après avoir été opérée et réanimée toute la nuit. Nous nous sommes regardées dans la chambre d'hôpital et avons dit d'une seule voix : « Je ne veux plus me marier. » Mais nous ne nous sommes pas attendues à ça : Quand les deux hommes ont reçu l'annonce de l'annulation du mariage, ils ont complètement perdu la tête.

Ma sœur et moi avons eu un accident de voiture. Mon cœur s'est rompu et j'ai eu besoin d'une opération immédiate pour survivre. Ma mère, qui était la directrice de son hôpital, a envoyé tous les médecins examiner ma sœur seulement pour vérifier son état. Elle n'a presque pas été blessée. Je l'ai suppliée de me sauver mais elle a perdu patience. Elle a crié : « Ce n'est pas le moment de détourner l'attention de ta sœur ! Elle a failli avoir une fracture. » Puis je suis morte. Je me suis souvenu de l'endroit où cela est arrivé. C'était une salle d'opération glaciale.

Ils s’aiment comme on se noie : sans retenue, sans air, sachant que chaque vague les rapproche du fond. Leurs jours sont des nuits blanches, leurs caresses des batailles, leurs silences des aveux trop lourds. Puis un matin, sans un mot, elle part. Non par lassitude, mais par lucidité. Certains incendies sont trop beaux pour devenir des cendres. Elle emporte l’incendie entier dans sa poitrine. Une cicatrice à vif qui, désormais, éclaire toutes ses nuits. L’amour passe. L’intensité, elle, demeure.

« Quelques instants suspendus dans le temps, quelques instants durant lesquels elle veut croire que tout est encore possible, mais elle voit l’avion s’éloigner sans qu’il l’ait rejointe. Un cri strident déchire le silence, son propre cri sans doute, puis le noir. Le noir absolu. Combien de temps est-elle restée allongée là, en plein soleil, abandonnée de tous ? »