D'angelo Russell Girlfriend

Dans un bar, Léa Bernard a entendu Théo Marchand dire : « Léa est très belle. Je l'ai courtisée à l'époque, c'est parce qu'elle ressemble un peu à Élise Fontaine. Toutes ces années, j'ai toujours cherché l'ombre d'Élise en elle. » C'était alors qu'elle a compris qu'elle n'avait été qu'un simple substitut. Ce soir-là, elle a composé ce numéro qu'elle n'avait pas appelé depuis longtemps. « Allô, papa, j'accepte de rentrer à la maison pour le mariage arrangé. » Plus tard, Théo a revu ce visage qu'il avait tant désiré lors d'un banquet, et quand il a appris la véritable identité de Léa, il a complètement perdu la tête… Le jour où Léa avait refusé le mariage arrangé et avait quitté la maison, Alex Dubois s'était tenu devant la fenêtre, faisant tourner son vin rouge, un regard indéchiffrable dans les yeux, « Léa, un jour tu reviendras sagement à mes côtés. » On disait qu'Alex, l'héritier de la famille la plus puissante de Rivélys, était froid, austère et indifférent aux femmes, et Léa l'avait cru sans réserve. Ce n'était que plus tard que Léa a découvert à quel point Alex était fou derrière son apparence calme et austère.

Lance Angelo Reynolds got his heart broken by loving a woman who isn't meant for him. And this is the reason why he doesn't believe in love anymore. He will just enjoy his single life by flirting and going out with different women without any strings attached because love is just a shit for him. But fate has other plan for him when his world collided with the feisty Dr. Rhian Leigh Acozta. Everything in his life changed including his perception about love.

After I married Riccardo, the Don of the Moretti family, he paraded a string of mistresses in front of me. He never gave me a second glance. But on our tenth anniversary—right after my father’s death—he suddenly promised me half of his empire. The catch? In return, he planned to seize control of all my family’s arms-dealing routes. That pissed off his favorite mistress. She cornered him on his yacht, demanding he take his words back. Then she fell overboard and died. An “accident.” After she died, Riccardo went insane. He took it all out on me. He tied me to the back of his yacht. He dragged me through the sea, a human anchor, until the rocks shattered my legs, crippling me for life. I became the family’s shame. Then, as I lay helpless, he finished the job with poison. Then I opened my eyes. I was back on the day Angelo Marino—the head of our rival family—proposed to me. In my last life, my family forced me to say no. He came for me, a one-man army. He killed Riccardo, but died in the process. This time, I looked at his kind face and nodded. Yes. But as we embraced, Riccardo appeared. He ripped me from Angelo's arms and claimed me as his own. That’s when I realized the cruelest joke of all. My monster was back, too.

À 62 ans, Daphné Delacroix est une figure incontournable de la haute société parisienne. Veuve et désœuvrée, elle a un nouveau projet : mettre fin au célibat de ses trois fils, qu'elle juge "malheureux" ou "mal-orientés". Son but est simple : trouver trois belles-filles dignes du nom Delacroix avant la fin de l'année. Pour orchestrer sa quête matrimoniale, Daphné rédige un Cahier Secret, un registre impitoyable où elle consigne les profils idéaux de ses futures belles-filles, avec des critères allant du pedigree social aux perspectives d'héritage. Cependant, ses trois fils résistent à ses manœuvres avec une détermination désarmante : Alexandre, l'aîné, avocat d'affaires glacial, voit le mariage comme une fusion d'entreprises, non comme une histoire d'amour. Benjamin, le cadet, photographe bohème, rejette le monde de sa mère et fuit l'engagement comme la peste. Cédric, le benjamin, professeur de lycée trop sensible, est si terrifié par la séduction qu'il se réfugie dans la poésie et la timidité. La Saison des Épouses est lancée lors d'un grand gala de bienfaisance, où Daphné déploie ses stratagèmes pour mettre en contact ses fils avec ses candidates choisies (la banquière influente, la restauratrice d'art stable, la bibliothécaire délicate). Mais l'amour, même quand il est planifié par une main de fer, a l'art de dérailler. Entre les fils qui s'échappent, les candidates parfaites qui se révèlent être de terribles choix, et l'irruption de femmes que Daphné n'aurait jamais osé inscrire dans son Cahier Secret, la quête du bonheur devient une comédie de mœurs endiablée. Ce roman raconte l'histoire hilarante et touchante d'une mère obsédée par la perfection qui doit, malgré elle, accepter que l'amour ne se dicte pas, mais se trouve là où on l'attend le moins.

Rojan Angelo Santillan, the broken magnate who can't get over from his past relationship. He tries to escape from his broken heart in Isla Santillan Resort where he found Apple Valesco, a happy-go-lucky girl who gave him hope to forget the past, move on and to love again. Handa kaya siyang sumugal ulit at subukang buksan muli ang puso o hahayaan niyang ikulong ang sarili sa mapait na nakaraan? The Broken Magnate By Thomas Esguerra

“Ten Million," someone shouted from the audience again and Isabel's heart picked its speed. "Twenty-five Million!" A dark voice sounded through the auction room followed by a thick silence. Tears leaked from Isabel's eyes as she heard the auctioneer tapping the hammer against the wooden board. "Anyone else for this virgin beauty?" “Twenty-five million and the beauty is sold at table number twenty-five. None other than the most eligible and alluring billionaire of the country, Viso D'angelo!" Shockingly she met his eyes and her entire existence stilled. How come, the man whose existence and eminence stirs the souls of people, becomes her owner? Not to forget He was the mysterious man whom she had been looking for years for her revenge. BONKERS This is the term they whispered about him all over the country but no one is courageous enough to mouth off this name to anyone. He emanates power, wealth and the baggage of illicit deeds. He rules Italy with his puissant wings spread around. The most potent weapon He has is, Himself. VISO D'ANGELO. But Everything falls apart When a certain woman comes into his emotionless, sinfulband immoral life and makes him accustomed to the life He never dreamt to resonate ever. What if She powerfully socks up his essence and leaves him with nothing but a dry well? Would He ever realize what He did to her and himself? Well, He is not someone who cries over something. He will go to every extent to get what He wants. He will use every fucking dense way to fulfill his Dark dry well with her Nector. Because Innocent Beauty caught the eyes of a Twisted Beast and it was the start of their Chaotic Love Story..

When she woke up from being comatose for several months due to a car accident she was involved in, one night she dreamt about a strange faraway, yet magnificent land, which was then followed by a strange occurrence that led her and her parents to their death, and just woke up one day in a completely different world called Utopia — a world where magic and fantasy exist. Determined to find her way back home, she never expected to discover the secrets and mysteries hidden in that world. A mystery that could answer the mystery of her identity, and a mystery that might change her whole life. Discovering more of its secrets and mysteries, it dawned upon her that Royal Academy wasn’t just a fantastical dream, to begin with, but a place where she could see and feel that she belonged. So, wear your cloaks now, and join Green as she engages in an action-packed adventure to unveil the mysteries she discovered.

Une femme de 38 ans, forte et indépendante, dirige un café dans une petite ville. Un jour, un jeune homme mystérieux de 22 ans arrive. Il devient client régulier. Entre eux, une connexion étrange se crée. L’attirance devient impossible à ignorer. Mais un soir, une vérité tombe : Ce jeune homme est le meilleur ami de son fils. Et le fils ignore tout.

Adrian Foster once walked away from a life most men would kill to possess—a life of privilege, prestige, and unchallenged influence. He moved within elite circles where power whispered his name, where security convoys shadowed his every step, and where surveillance was the price of importance. But the weight of status became suffocating. The constant scrutiny, the political entanglements, the invisible chains disguised as honor—he grew tired of them all. So he chose disappearance over dominance. Simplicity over spectacle. He stepped away from the throne of influence and allowed the world to believe he had fallen. He married into the Lane family seeking nothing more than quiet peace. Instead, he found humiliation. For three long years, he endured their scorn. He was treated as a burden, a useless son-in-law with no ambition, no backbone, no worth. He was slapped, insulted, dismissed—reduced to something small in a house that never saw his true height. But the Adrian they discarded is not the Adrian who exists. What they saw was a mask. Adrian is operating under a hidden mandate—one far greater than pride or marriage. He left his homeland not out of weakness, but strategy. He buried his name, his power, and his legacy to move unseen. There is an enemy rising in the shadows, a calculated plot designed to destabilize his nation to dust. And to uncover it, he had to disappear. He had to lose himself. Because he will be the man who stands between his homeland and the darkness threatening to consume it.

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la médaille du service distingué de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon venaient de terminer la fête de remise du diplôme qu'ils avaient organisée pour ma sœur. Pendant que ma sœur Élise publiait une photo de famille chaleureuse sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre sous-sol, appuyant sur mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler à l'aide. La seule personne qui a répondu était mon compagnon, Richard. Tout ce qu'il a dit, c'était : « Sophie, arrête de faire des histoires. La fête de remise du diplôme d'Élise est importante. Assez de crises de colère ! » C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils faisaient cela. Je gisais dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons immobiles. Ils pensaient que je faisais juste une scène, que je me cachais quelque part, que s'ils me donnaient une leçon, je reviendrais en rampant. Mais ils ne savaient pas, j'étais à la maison tout ce temps. J'étais déjà morte.