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The classified project I was working on wrapped up ahead of schedule, so I made sure to get back on my daughter's birthday. When I walked in, a girl I had never seen before was wearing my daughter's princess dress, a crown perched on her head. She sat in front of a cake as tall as she was, eyes closed, making a wish. I frowned and stepped closer. "Who are you? Why are you wearing my daughter's dress? Where's Heidi?" Before she could answer, two housemaids rushed out and started yelling at me. "Where the hell did you come from? How dare you talk to our boss's daughter like that? If you know what's good for you, get out! When the boss gets back, you won't like what happens." I stood there, confused. Boss? The boss's daughter? In this house, wasn't it just me and my daughter, Heidi Foster? I barely had time to speak before they shoved me toward the front door. In the middle of the pushing, something caught my eye. Off to the side, chained to a pillar, was Heidi. The girl I used to hold like she was the most precious thing in the world was now sprawled on the ground, digging through a dog bowl for food. A thick iron chain was locked around her neck, and her body was covered in bruises. My vision tightened. "Heidi, what happened to you?" The moment our eyes met, her hollow gaze filled with tears. She shrank back, then let out a soft bark at me, like a frightened dog. The maids looked at her with open disgust. One of them sneered, "Our boss said that that little thing was born to live like a dog. You have to keep her chained up if you want her to behave."

“Sign it.” Axton’s calm voice echoed in the room. The kind of calm that made silence deafening. He pushed the divorce papers across the polished desk, his expression cold and composed. The pen rolled until it stopped in front of her hand. Isla’s fingers trembled slightly as she picked it up. The golden ring on her finger glinted under the office light, a cruel reminder of everything that was about to end. Three years of marriage, three years of smiles and unspoken tenderness, now reduced to a signature line. They had never married for love, binded by a contract signed for convenience, destined to expire the moment it no longer served its purpose. And yet somewhere along the way, Isla had forgotten it was only temporary.

A villain is gone, but new ones always arise, waiting for the right moment to strike. She died in a way no one had ever expected or could ever have imagined. But, she left something behind. Something precious which miraculously ended in my arms. In my care. And as life continued to move on without her, I grew to realize something. Every human’s heart is twisted deep within and broken, as they wait for the right person to heal them, or the wrong person to break them more. This is me, Adira. And this time, it isn't only my story. **** Book 1: Heart of a Betrayed Wife.

Before I could shove my wife, Cheryl Craig, into the ocean, I turned myself in. The security guard frowned. "What? Are you saying that you're going to kill someone on this cruise?" I nodded. "It's 5:05 p.m. right now. In 20 minutes, I'll push my wife off this cruise ship. You need to arrest me, now." He stared at me like I had lost my mind. "You've got to be kidding! I've never seen anyone confess before the crime." He waved me off and started to walk away, so I had no choice but to start smashing things in the lobby. Only when the cuffs snapped around my wrists did I finally breathe again. In my last life, Cheryl was pushed off this very ship and fell into the ocean. Before I could even finish arranging her funeral, the police came for me. The ship's security footage clearly showed me pushing her overboard, but at that exact time, I was in a room with my father. There was no way I could've done it. I asked my father to testify for me, but he said I had already been planning to kill Cheryl for the insurance money because my company was falling apart. In the end, I was sentenced to death for murder. Even as I faced execution, I still couldn't understand it. I didn't do it, so why did everyone insist that I had? When I opened my eyes again, I was back to before Cheryl fell into the ocean.

The highly pack can't be possibly mix with the mere lycan. That's the rule within the Moonless Pack, but how can a woman who despise everything surely accept such a rule? Her name is Shallyeah, leave behind the ordinary world with bitterness in her heart. For the sake of her father happiness, she will become someone important in the Moonless Pack in no time. But how can she resist... to break the rules she despise even from the start? Mated with the Lycan is the end of her, and the happiness of his father. But she's tired for all the disappointment to just let the hell loose without grandeur of exit!

No woman wants to get pregnant by accident even though a child is wonderful to have. Even in cases of accidental pregnancy, the woman is aware of when she was intimate with a man. The story can not be told differently when it comes to artificial insemination. Now what would you do if you just woke up to find yourself in a strange home and three months pregnant when all you remember is celebrating getting your long-awaited scholarship to go study and become the dietician you always wanted to be? Well, Ana woke up to find herself in such a situation and also miles away from home with no means to return. Who are these people, how is she pregnant without being intimate with any man and who is the father? Let's read this amazing story of Ana in Woke Up Pregnant.

Fresh out of a shattering divorce, Sarah Nakitende has put her life together on her own terms and on her own conditions. However, her life takes a dramatic turn when a stranger literally runs into her and spills a cup of coffee all over her. The stranger, an artist named Amon Kato, sees beauty in the world that Sarah has learned to see only in terms of danger and risk. Theirs is an immediate, unsettling, and dangerous connection. As Sarah starts to think of a future that does not define her in terms of survival, her past starts to catch up with her. Her ex-husband returns, seeking to reclaim the power that she has managed to take away from him. He wants to take back the power that she has managed to claim for herself. Sarah is forced to choose between healing and being on her own. Some loves to ask you to feel. This one demands you fight. And not everyone walks away unscathed. Eight months have passed since Sarah Kato’s nine-year-old daughter died from cancer, and she’s barely making it through each day. Her grief has destroyed her marriage, torn her son apart, and changed her once-warm family into a cold and empty space. Each day is a battle to survive, and each breathes makes a conscious decision to keep going. When Sarah finds a way to channel her grief into a memorial fundraiser to celebrate her daughter’s life, hope begins to return for the first time since her death. However, this hope comes at a price: her teenage son’s grief turns violent, her marriage teeters on the brink of collapse, and just when her family seems to be coming together again, Sarah finds out she’s pregnant again.

Fashion meets Romance in this compelling drama! Meet Amelia Kurt, a young girl who dreams of being a well known fashion designer. Then there's Ryan Oswald, the billionaire CEO who is going to make it all happen. The two meet under unfavorable circumstances and start on a bad foot. Can they ride it out and achieve their happy ending or are they not meant to be?

My story revolves around Molly who conspires with Samantha, the wife of a prominent TV host to expose him for being unfaithful so that she could make his competition to rise which ironically is the fact that The TV host Charlie is a show host for a cheaters show.

Within the circle, everyone knew I had been Leo’s most devoted, submissive admirer. For thirteen years, I chased him relentlessly, transforming myself from an uneducated, middle-school-dropout, illegitimate child of a wealthy family into an Ivy League economics master’s graduate. Only then did his mother finally acknowledge me, and I became Mrs. Smith. However, after the wedding, I no longer meddled in Leo’s company, cooked, or served him. While he stayed up late planning strategies for his first love, I traveled the world with friends. He would accompany her to Paris fashion shows, and I celebrated my cat’s birthday at home. I understood that a commercial marriage could never produce love. Everything I had poured my heart into was just my own foolish obsession. In my past life, I handled his company’s internal conflicts for him. Yet, he frowned, scolding, “You’re reaching too far.” I cooked soups for his stomach ailments, only to see him hand them off to his overworked first love, brushing it off, “She works harder than I do.” Even on the day I had a car accident, he lit fireworks across the city just to see her smile. I begged him, but he looked down at me from above. “Nicole, what we have is only a transaction.” Then, I opened my eyes and found myself back at our engagement banquet, watching him leave midway to comfort his heartbroken first love. This time, I did not chase after him. Instead, I picked up the microphone and said before all the guests. “Sorry, everyone. My engagement with Leo is canceled.”