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Love is around and sometimes where you least expect it! Trey Comstock is a guitarist in one of the world’s hottest rock bands: Feisty. Bailey Kline carries a noble and important last name but outside of that, she’s got nothing going in her life. Both are at very different points in their lives trying to find themselves and find love. They meet while Trent is in the process of divorcing another and Bailey sees an opportunity to take advantage of him for her own financial gain. But will her attempt to get ahead in life pan out? Will Trent see right through her scheme or will he perhaps go along with it just to test her? She's in for a surprise when she finds out he's been using her the entire time as well! Find out as these two push and pull each other to the brink! **This is a five part mini-series and while the stories continue in order they can be read as a stand alone. You will follow them better however, reading in order. A new one will come out every four-six weeks until complete. This is part two, Trey's story.**

Quatre années de mariage. Sa seule signature m'a rendue libre. Il n'a jamais su ce qu'il signait. Je suis Sophie Moreau, l'épouse invisible de Julien Moreau, héritier de la famille mafieuse la plus puissante de la ville. Mais le jour où Victoria, son amour d'enfance, brillante et privilégiée, est revenue, j'ai enfin compris : je n'avais toujours été qu'une passagère. Alors, j'ai joué mon dernier coup. J'ai glissé les papiers sur son bureau — un divorce habilement déguisé en simples formulaires universitaires. Julien a signé sans même y jeter un second regard, sa plume griffonnant la page avec autant de désinvolture qu'il en avait eu pour notre mariage. Il n'a pas vu qu'il mettait fin à notre mariage. Mais je suis partie avec bien plus que ma liberté. Sous mon manteau, je portais l'héritier qu'il n'avait jamais imaginé… un secret qui pourrait le détruire le jour où il comprendrait ce qu'il avait perdu. À présent, Julien, qui ne m'avait jamais remarquée, retourne le monde pour me retrouver. Du sommet de son penthouse jusqu'aux bas-fonds, il fouille chaque recoin, soulève chaque pierre. Sauf que je ne suis pas une proie apeurée qui attend qu'on la capture. Je me suis reconstruite hors de sa portée — là où aucun membre de Moreau ne peut me suivre. Cette fois, je ne supplierai pas pour son amour. C'est lui qui suppliera pour le mien.

In her previous life, Zoey was killed before realizing that she had misidentified the man who saved her life back then. After being reborn, she kicked away the scumbag man and vowed to take back all the honors she once gifted to her enemies. The most important thing, firmly hold onto the scumbag's uncle's disabled thighs. Some people say: That Zoey, has nothing but borrowing Russell's influence. Financial tycoons, medical godfathers, beautiful movie queens, and tech gurus have all come forward: "Sorry, our zoey never rely on men." The whole network is in an uproar! Everyone is guessing what their relationship was. The next day the video came out, a certain disabled guy not only stood up, but also blocked the little petite wife in the corner, "Zoey, you are mine!"

I was once Fiona's consigliere. I put the Falcone Family in her hands，helping her become the untouchable Don. And when a rival family put out a hit, I took the car bomb meant for her. It cost me my eyes. She knelt by my hospital bed and swore a blood oath. She would be my eyes. I would be her only husband. Later, after an operation by a top surgeon, my eyes recovered. I couldn't wait to rush home to surprise her. But when I pushed open the door, I saw her tangled together with Leo, her bodyguard, on the desk I had custom-made for her. Fiona was pressed against Leo in revealing clothing, her face flushed. Crumpled white tissues littered the floor. Between ragged breaths, she called Leo’s name repeatedly. "Fiona, why are you still keeping that useless blind fuck around? Let me take care of him for you." "Leo, shut up. I need more time. Now, get inside me. That's all that matters." The Chicago winter rain was bone-chilling that night. I completely gave up. After walking out of the house in just my shirt, I pulled out my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Sicily. I will cut ties completely with this family and with her.

Blaire Quincy has dedicated the past few years to being the perfect wife, loving one man and one man alone. Jacob Sylvan. But at the end of the day, he chose another. Betrayed by her entire family and one true love, the truth became glaring to Blaire and fed up of everything, she declared for a divorce and isolated herself. Years later, she reappeared but what they never expected was that she was no longer the Blaire Quincy they once knew.

Betrayed by her husband and family, Renee’s world shatters when she discovers her husband has been cheating on her with her sister. Even worse, her parents knew about it and had been scheming with her husband to steal her empire. Renee decides to take charge of her life and leave her cheating husband and family. But, what happens when her husband suddenly shows up with the ripped divorce papers and refuses to let her go? What happens when she is faced with an old friend from the past? Will she forgive her husband or will she take a new path?

The wealthiest young woman in the whole NY City, Jenna Anderson, once married the wealthiest man in the country but eventually, their marriage fail due to many misunderstandings and a lack of communication. After the divorce, a lot of things change drastically, Rex Hidalgo realizes his true feelings for his ex-wife. Will there be a second chance in their love or will Jenna fall into another man's arms?

I never thought my last name would cost me my freedom. One scandal. One signature. And now I’m married to a man colder than the vows we exchanged. Koven Elrik Mavros doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control, contracts, and consequences. And I just happened to be the loophole he needed. But I’m not the kind of woman who bows. I bite back even when it hurts. Now, we’re trapped in a marriage meant to break us. But the more he pushes, the more I see the cracks in his armor. This was supposed to end in divorce. So why does it feel like everything's just beginning?

Gray Series 5 (Arison Gray's Story-Eldest Son of Jett Jamison Gray and Arya Armani) Dahil sa sakit na endometriosis ni Serene Choi ay niloko siya ng ex-husband niyang si Dylan West. Nagawa pa nitong buntisin ang babae nito kaya walang pag-aalinlangan siyang nakipaghiwalay rito. Dala ng pagkapoot sa dati niyang asawa ay nagpunta sa bar si Serene. Nagpakalasing siya at nakipagniig sa isang lalaking hindi niya inaasahan--si Arison, ang binatang dati niyang tinuruan na nagmula sa mayamang angkan ng mga Armani at Gray. Sampung taon ang agwat nila sa isa't-isa pero dahil sa nangyari sa kanila ay hindi na rin nagawang iwasan ni Serene ang lalaking may malaking pagkagusto sa kaniya noon pa man. Mas nagulantang ang mundo niya nang malaman niyang nagdadalang-tao siya! Hindi lang isa o dalawa kung hindi tatlong sanggol ang nasa sinapupunan niya at sa mas hindi inaasahang pagkakataon ay inaya siya bigla ng kasal ni Arison--bagay na mas ikinagulat niya. Magiging maayos kaya ang pagsasama nina Serene at Arison sa kabila ng malaking agwat nila sa edad? Talaga bang may happily ever after matapos ang pakikipag-diborsyo niya sa maling tao? Matatanggap kaya siya ng buong angkan ni Arison? Magtutuloy-tuloy na kaya ang kaniyang kaligayahan o patitikimin lamang siya ng kaunting ginhawa kapalit ng mas miserableng buhay?

Three years of marriage, and I'd become known in our social circle as the ultimate doormat. My husband staying out all night, his silent treatment, bringing his first love home to flaunt in my face—through it all, I'd smile and make him hangover soup, keeping the house spotless. Everyone thought I loved him to the point of madness. Even he believed it. Until the day of the divorce, when he begged me with tears in his eyes not to leave—and then watched "me" collapse rigid to the floor after a power outage, revealing a charging port on the back of my neck. He lost his mind. Meanwhile, the real me was lying on a beach in the Maldives, running my fingers through the hair of a gorgeous twenty-something with a six-pack, cheerfully pressing the "factory reset" button.