Cry Or Better Yet Beg

On the eve of my engagement banquet, news broke that my fiancé had fathered a child with his mistress, and it spread like wildfire. Before I could confront him, Jayden Ford brushed it off casually. "It was just an accident. Focus on organizing the engagement banquet first. Besides, your dad’s in the late stages of stomach cancer. Calling off the engagement now won’t do either family any good." That night, he skipped the banquet but posted a photo of a swaddled newborn on social media. When I video-called him, he was bottle-feeding the baby. "I’ve been busy taking care of the kid. You know how it is. Our family lineage has always been sparse and dwindling, and the child takes priority." He wiped milk from the baby’s mouth. "But don’t worry. Once he’s a month old, I’ll send him to the overseas. Just show up on holidays and pretend to be his mom. The title of Mrs. Ford will always be yours." I stared at the matching diamond ring on his finger and couldn’t help but laugh. "Jayden, this engagement is off." He scoffed, "You're really throwing a tantrum over something like this? Don’t be so childish." I hung up on him and called his father—Charles Ford—directly. "I heard you’re looking for a new wife? Why not consider me?" I ran a hand over my belly and smiled. "After all, I’ve got a naturally fertile body. I can give you as many sons as you want." So much for being the sole heir. I’ll make sure he has plenty of brothers to keep him company.

Dariana thought she would be riding the high of being a newlywed; jet setting on a month long honeymoon and only referring to the love of her life as “Her Husband”. But life had other plans. Now she finds herself unwed and in a slightly taboo, complicated-ish relationship with the city’s most notorious playboy. But you know what they say: “the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else”.

Ariel and I married into the Jahn family—and got knocked up around the same time. I landed Edmond, the older brother and a hotshot forensic pathologist. She got Philip, the cop. At six months pregnant, I started bleeding. Instead of rushing me to the ER, Edmond dragged me into an OR. "Keyla was in a car crash. Messed up her leg. Whatever this is, deal with it later. Help her first." Ariel tried yanking me out, but Philip was already outside, blocking the door. "Keyla's the patient. If you've got an ounce of medical ethics, you'll save her." We were trapped. So, we did the surgery. Then Keyla had someone cut us open and dump our bodies in the woods. We died hating them all. Edmond and Philip didn't figure it out till they dug us up—too little, way too late.

The Curran Pack was the strongest and most feared pack in Europe and the whole of Asia. And it wasn't the strongest and the most feared because of their strong warriors or the fact that the most powerful Chief Prestiess came from the clan but because of the pack leader Alpha Alston Curran.Alston was powerful, strong and the strongest there was. He was willful, irrational, irritable, unpredictable and was without a mate.With his mother's worrying increasing every day, she goes to visit the Chief Priestess for help and after so many divinations for so many years, she finally saw something.Arya Jenkins life has been bliss from when she had been born; rich parents, the perfect boyfriend, the best friends there was and was at the top of the social ladder and that was until they went on a school trip and Arya finds out that her whole life might have been a lie.

Lucas Ashton and I have secretly dated for five years. We're preparing to announce our relationship during a business dinner. However, he doesn't mention a word of it during the dinner. Instead, he leans close to me and whispers half-jokingly, "I'm sick of sleeping with you and want to call it quits. Shall we not disclose our relationship?" I smile and nod. Then, I point at Emily Lane, his first love. "This is Lucas' girlfriend." In my past life, I pleaded with him not to leave me. All that got me was torment and death.

I break up with Ansel Wright when his enemies chase him for debt payment, and I start dating a rich man. Ansel says he loves me and begs me not to break up. He weeps and continues that he cannot live without me; I am in another man's arms as I pour whiskey on him and say scornfully, "Ansel, stop pestering me! I never want to hide with you and live without money again!" He leaves with a despondent look on his face. Six years later, he returns to Wall Street as a finance giant that everyone in New York takes notice of. The moment he gets back to the country, he brings his fiancée to show off to me, but he cannot find me, no matter how hard he tries, because I die the day he returns to the country.

In my previous life, my parents doted on my frail, sickly younger sister. For her sake, they chose a hawk beastman willing to settle in a human city as her husband. Me? They cast me into the deep sea, marrying me off to a giant shark beastman. When the apocalypse came and torrential rains drowned every human city, my parents and sister were left clinging to a rotting plank, adrift on the endless ocean. I couldn't bear to watch them die. With my giant shark husband, I dragged them down into the deep sea to safety. But resentment festered. Seeing me live comfortably while my shark beastman hunted day after day, my parents grew furious that my sister's life paled in comparison to mine. In their jealousy, they laced the fish we ate with poison and killed me. Now, given another chance at life, they've decided my sister should marry the giant shark beastman instead. My biased parents believe she will finally enjoy the blessings they once denied her. But what they don't know is this: after the cataclysm, fish become scarce. And a giant shark… does not survive on scraps. He needs flesh.

"In case you didn't know princess, YOU–ARE–MINE!" His resonant voice whispered deep in her oblong–shaped ear. His hot body pressed against hers. "I'm YOURS!" Goosebumps waved—focus was lost" "YES!" ••• Amethyst Corvus is an enchanting offspring of a wizard named Alcina of the NIXIE 'LAOPE FOUNTAIN. Her mother was brutally executed right before her sinfully alluring emerald eyes. Raised by a village of FAUNS that her mother entrusted her to. Just like any other tribe of FAUNS, the rules were oppressive and strict. She had to rough it up until maturing the age of twenty-one. Growing up with no more information, nothing but RETALIATION—the terminology 'love' was never anywhere close to being in her witchy vocabulary until she was claimed after exchanging an accidental kiss with a renewed ALPHA MALE of the FRIDOLF PACK. Liam Fluss, a werewolf raised by a well-known and powerful EPHRAIM. The strongest Alpha FRIDOLF has ever had—charming and two faced. A witch she was, Amethyst intended to retaliate for her mother's death. As days marched by, love grew and she starts to fear that her mate will learn that she is a witch involved in the killings of his parents. Will he leave or continue obsessing over her after finding out?

Harus kah pernikahan ini berakhir? Mencintainya sejak dulu tak mengubah perasaannya. Berada di sampingnya tak berarti apa pun. Harus kah diakhiri cinta pertama ini yang tidak mungkin menjadi cinta terakhir?

After six years by Archie Valez’s side, everything changed when his uncle died—and Archie took over the family legacy… and with it, the responsibility of caring for his “young” aunt, Betty Cruz, whose age was practically the same as Archie’s. Still, whatever Betty wanted, Archie delivered. I just never thought it would include a baby. Betty said she wanted a baby with the Valez bloodline. And with the uncle gone, Archie was the only one left to do the job. So he gave her that, too. “Just wait a little longer,” he would say to me, “Sabrina. As soon as she’s pregnant.” What started as once a month turned into once a week… Then it became a nightly routine. Of almost eight months that we lived in New York, Archie went to Betty over a hundred times. And she finally got pregnant. Shortly after, the Valez family announced that Archie would be marrying Betty. “Mommy,” my daughter asked softly, climbing onto the couch beside me. Elly—our Elly. My Elly. The daughter Archie never had time for. “Is someone getting married?” I held her close and kissed her hair. “Yes, sweetheart. Daddy’s finally marrying the love of his life.” Elly blinked at the screen. “But what about us?” I smiled. “We’re going home, baby,” I whispered in her ear. Archie forgot that I was Sabrina Marcellus. And the Marcellus women didn’t beg for rings. And certainly not love after betrayal.