Novel & Cerita Darling Love Me Once More

After a year of building a quiet life with her boyfriend Ryan, Elena’s world shatters when she discovers his betrayal. He didn’t just cheat. He chose power over love… trading an unmarried waitress for a wealthy, married CEO. What Ryan never realized was that Elena was never ordinary. She didn’t come from nothing. She ran from everything. And his betrayal becomes the spark that drives her back to the life she abandoned. A world of wealth, influence, dangerous alliances, and a past she thought she had escaped. As Elena reclaims her identity, she steps into a whirlwind of power struggles, buried secrets, and a man she once rejected… a man who now stands at the top of the world and wants her back.

They say the past shows you the truth. Mine lied. Two years of loving a man who couldn’t even say my name when it mattered. Two years of standing beside Marcus Voss while he climbed his way to the top—late nights, silent sacrifices, swallowing every doubt just so he could shine. And the night he finally did? He destroyed me. In front of five hundred people… and the entire world watching, he called another woman his future wife, it was not me…never me and then he served me the divorce papers on a cold platter. That should’ve been the end of me but it wasn’t. Because the man who found me that night… wasn’t a stranger. He was Damien Voss. Marcus’s father. Cold. Untouchable. I should have been afraid…Maybe I was. Now the world is watching again. Only this time, I’m not the woman being humiliated on stage. I am the one standing beside the man who owns it. I am the woman who seeks revenge in the most painful way ever. And when my ex-husband looks at me now—really looks—he finally sees what he threw away. Well, too late, loser. I’m not yours anymore. I’m becoming something far more dangerous. And this time? I won’t be the one who breaks.

She spent three years blind, pouring every ounce of love into her billionaire husband while doctors fought to restore her sight. On the day light finally returned, Clover Voss walked into Damian's office expecting joy and found his hand caressing his pregnant best friend's belly, whispering promises to their unborn child. Betrayed and heart shattered, she signs the divorce papers in fury and drowns the pain in tequila and one reckless night in the arms of a dangerous stranger–a ruthless mafia billionaire CEO who takes what he wants and never lets go. Now the world will watch as the woman he left in the dark rises, paints her pain into a masterpiece of revenge, and forces the mighty Damian Hale to his knees.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

I used to think he took my breath away. I lied—I was choking on his bullshit. “I never loved you, Valentina,” he said evenly. “And if you weren’t so dense, you’d have realized that three years ago.” His words cut through me like a razor blade. Not only had I been used—I had been discarded, tossed aside like a rag doll. Three months later, I’m the hotcake nobody can resist—desired not by one billionaire, but two, both ready to set the world on fire for me.

As New Year's Day approaches, a new hire who has only been with the company for six months, who is a mama's girl, calls the police and tries to have me arrested. She suspects our company is some kind of a scam. But the truth is, the company exceeded its performance targets this year. That is why I prepared a million-dollar year-end bonus, a ten-day premium trip to Graceland, and equity grants for my employees. Yet, she waves around a video her mother sends her, claiming that high-paying jobs like the one I offered are all traps. Not only that, she slanders my company all over the internet. Netizens become outraged and call me a scammer disguised as an entrepreneur. Having become the target of public criticism, I simply issue a notice, saying, "The company will immediately begin transfer procedures, and all perks are canceled." As soon as the announcement comes out, my employees, who have just taken out loans to buy homes and just gotten their visas for the trip, are completely stunned.

"I thought I was his wife. To him, I was just a placeholder for the woman he actually loved." For three years, Evelyn lived as a ghost. To the world, she was the penniless orphan who hit the jackpot by marrying the cold, ruthless billionaire Caleb Knight. She played the part of the perfect, drab wallflower, cooking his favorite meals, enduring his family’s sneers, and secretly using her hidden Sterling Empire connections to save his company from the brink of bankruptcy. But on their third anniversary, the fairy tale shattered. Instead of a gift, Caleb handed her divorce papers. "Seraphina is back," he said, his voice as cold as ice Humiliated and discarded, Evelyn signs the papers and vanishes without a trace, leaving behind a positive pregnancy test in the trash, a secret Caleb wasn't worth knowing. Two years later, Caleb Knight’s "luck" has run out. His empire is bleeding, and his only hope is a merger with the mysterious, untouchable Sterling Global Group. Gone is the shy, plain girl in the $10 dress. Standing there in couture diamonds, flanked by three of the world's most powerful men, is his ex-wife. She is radiant, she is powerful, and she returns with a little boy who looks just like him and a girl who shares her aura. "Evelyn?" Caleb gasps, falling to his knees. "I... I’ve been looking for you. Please, come home." She steps over his hand as if he were a piece of trash. "I’m sorry, Mr. Knight,"she purrs, her voice dripping with lethal indifference. "The wallflower you threw away is dead. This is the Empress speaking and she finds you quite... boring." He broke her heart. Now, she’s going to break his empire!

Every day, my son and husband finish all the house chores before I even get home. But only because they're bringing my husband's first love, Sally Sullivan, back for Thanksgiving, I pour boiling water on my son's face. I also kick both my son and husband out when it's 104°F outside. Desperate to save our son, my husband sprawls across the front porch, begging me to open the door. "Wanda, open the door! We need to save our son! I only invited Sally over because she saved you once back then. I didn't mean anything else by it!" "Mom, it hurts!" my son cries. "Mom, can't you kiss me? Mom…" Meanwhile, I'm slouching on the couch, snacking away as I watch TV. In the end, my husband can't take it anymore and brings me to the Bad Mom Court for trial. The moment my memories are extracted, the entire court bursts into tears.

An arranged marriage between the White and Green family landed Lucy into a very long nightmare she had never expect Being the wife of a very rich young CEO, she thought her life had finally taken the good turn. Least did she know her torturous life had just began The Green family married her as a tool for revenge on the White family. And when she finally discovers this, Lucy takes the hardest step of her life ever Turning the revenge into her biggest priority, Lucy makes up her mind not to spare any of the Green family, including her newly married husband

The appointment of Susan Moore as the Broadcasting Channel's executive director has forced out the station's more valued news anchor, sparking heated discussions throughout Hayworth. Susan herself is standing before me right now. She wants to sell her jewelry. As the manager of a luxury boutique store, I'm here to inspect the goods. "These are pieces my partner commissioned for me. I have so many that I'm tired of them." One of them is a diamond-encrusted necklace, featuring a pigeon-blood ruby in the center, worth a few million. There are also several similar gifts on the table, with the crocodile skin bag the least eye-catching one. I smiled. "Your husband must really love you." I set about verifying the purchaser's ID and signature as part of a routine procedure. However, I freeze in place at the sight of the name. "I'm not his wife," she replied, bringing the coffee cup to her lips. "We're just each other's first loves. He said he missed out on 15 years of my life, so he gave me 15 gifts. Isn't that romantic?" It is romantic, indeed. However, it's my father's signature. For 30-plus years, I assumed that my father was a dull man who had never once surprised my mother.