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Forced to marry her childhood crush, she finds herself loving him more. She had high hopes for their marriage and wanted to make it work out. But he dashed her hopes when he brought divorce papers home as a gift on their first anniversary. She loved him. But she wouldn't force herself on him. It's his loss for treating her like trash because of a two-faced woman. She maintained her composure, signed the papers, and left him. He thought that he had no feelings for her. But why did he feel like he had lost something very dear to him? Only after she had traveled abroad did he realize what he had lost. Was it too late? Would he get her back or lose her forever?

I was eight months pregnant when my water broke—the same day as the birthday of my husband’s adopted son. To keep my child from being born on the same day as his adopted son, he forced me to wait until after midnight. He refused to take me to the hospital and locked me in the basement. Adrian Shaw looked down at me. His eyes were dark and hostile. “Elena, you're really good at picking the timing, huh? Of all days, you had to go into labor on Evan’s birthday.” I begged him to take me to the hospital. A trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, and his voice turned cold. “You’re still trying to lie to me? I asked a doctor. Even if your water breaks, you don’t give birth right away. Some women don’t deliver for three days. “All this scheming is just to secure your position as Mrs. Shaw, so your child can compete with Evan for his birthday and his place. You've really thought this through.” I took a deep breath as despair washed over me. “The baby I’m carrying is yours too! Adrian, I’m begging you. Please, for the child’s sake, save her. As long as the baby is safe, I promise I’ll never show up in front of you again.” His expression darkened. He bent down, grabbed my chin, and replied harshly, “Don’t play games with me. “As long as you stay here quietly until after midnight, I’ll take you to the hospital. Once the baby’s born, you can finally use the child to secure your place and truly marry into the Shaw family.” Later, when my contractions grew unbearable and I cried out in pain, he found me too noisy and took Evan and his mother out to celebrate instead. By the time he remembered me and asked whether I had a boy or a girl, his secretary’s face paled. “Mrs. Shaw is… gone.”

One year ago, my life changed forever. I lost everything in one day, starting with catching my best friend and husband in his office, and they weren’t just talking. From that moment, everything fell apart. I believed I would never get over it. I believed it would break me, but I refuse to kneel in defeat. One year later, and I am back stronger than ever. I am back for revenge. I am not the weak woman I used to be. I have changed a lot in the last year. Now, I am going to make my ex-husband and ex-best friend regret what they did. What better way to do that than to go after my ex-husband’s enemy? His half-brother from another mother. The one he hates the most, the one he is jealous of. I plan on teaching my ex-husband a lesson he won’t forget. I am coming for him. I am coming for both, and they have no idea. Karma is a bitch, and it is coming right at them. What I didn’t expect was to end up getting a second chance of my own.

I caught my husband cheating on me again on our third wedding anniversary. Minutes earlier, I had found out I was pregnant with his child. For three years, I loved Alexander Banks with everything I had. For three years, I forgave things no wife should forgive. That day, I finally ran out of chances to give. So I left. He never knew I was pregnant. He never knew I gave birth to twins. And he never knew one of them was stolen from me. Four years later, fate brings us together again. But what happens when Alexander Banks looks into the face of my son... and realizes he's looking at his own?

On our wedding anniversary, I canceled all my meetings and made a reservation at a restaurant. That evening, my wife, the renowned investigative journalist Amaya Shaw, called me. “Efim, I’m sorry! I just received a tip from a source. It’s urgent. “It involves inside information about a well-known company. I have to go verify it immediately!” But the next day, I saw that Javor Furey, the junior she had brought along, had posted a collage on his social media. The central photo showed Amaya wearing a childish birthday hat. Her head was pressed against Javor’s, as they made a wish together in front of a cake covered in candles. This was the caption. [Thanks, my dear Ms. Shaw! Even in the midst of her busy schedule chasing big stories, she remembered to give me this surprise birthday!] [Chasing big stories.] I stared at those three words. Then, I glanced at the limited-edition bag on our dining table. It was the one she had been raving about for half a year. It was the anniversary gift I had prepared for her. I felt absurd. I commented just two words under that post. [How touching.] Her call came in almost the second I hit send. She sounded furious. “Efim, do you have to be so sarcastic? “It’s just an anniversary. How old are you? Why are you still celebrating such childish anniversaries?” From our first year of marriage to the present, her “tip-offs from informants” and “special circumstances” always took precedence over our promises. This time, she could not even be bothered to come up with a plausible excuse. I did not say anything. I hung up and blocked her number. This marriage was over.

Annabel once believed her bond with Damian, the Beta of their pack, was unbreakable. But his infidelity shatters her, and she finds herself entangled in a dangerous relationship with Elijah, Damian’s mysterious uncle. As Damian's cruelty pushes her away, Elijah’s possessiveness draws her in, forcing her to navigate a treacherous path between these two powerful men. Caught between love, hate, and control, Annabel begins to discover a strength within herself that she never knew existed. As tensions rise within the pack and old enemies resurface. She must decide whether to embrace the power Elijah offers or find a way to break free from the chains that bind her—even if it means facing Damian’s wrath. Annabel’s journey is one of survival and self-discovery. Once seen as a weak wolf, she evolves into a force to be reckoned with, determined to reclaim her life and identity. But with every choice comes a cost, and Annabel must decide if she will conquer the darkness that threatens to consume her—or be consumed by it.

My fiancé's older brother was into girls with tiny waists. He wanted to marry my foster sister—the one with the twenty-one-inch waist. Their wedding? Same day Eric and I were supposed to get hitched. When he found out, Eric begged me to swap with Briana. "Lena, it's always been Briana. If your family hadn't found you, she wouldn't have had to play fake heiress, and I wouldn't be stuck with you." I stayed quiet. He kept digging. "Chill. My brother won't even touch you. Once the dust settles, I'll bring you back—as my side piece." Staring at that fake, slimy smile, I felt a little out of it. Last time, I told him no—and still ended up married to him, beaten until I died. Then I woke up. Same day. Same plea from Eric. This time, I handed them exactly what they wanted. "Fine. I'll marry him." Eric lit up like he'd won. Didn't last long. Next thing I knew, he was out in the rain, on his knees, clutching his head, sobbing, begging me to leave his brother and come back.

The kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos as turmoil grips its very core. Stricken by a fatal illness, the King knows his time to rule is slipping away, urging him to seek a worthy successor. Yet, his heart yearns for the one person he cannot have Michael, a trusted confidante and devoted shield, who shares a bond of love forbidden by the kingdom's laws. Discover a tale of forbidden love, untold secrets, and the relentless pursuit of a legacy.

I died on my wedding night. Then I woke up—with revenge in my veins and my killer’s uncle in my bed. Betrayed by my husband and murdered by the man I once loved, I get a second chance—reborn one year before my death. This time, I’m done playing nice. I crash my own engagement by announcing an affair with the one man my ex fears: his powerful, brooding billionaire uncle. But what started as a game of revenge spirals into something dangerously real… and I’m carrying his child. Lies. Lust. Loyalty twisted beyond recognition. This time, I’m rewriting the rules—starting with my last name.

On the day we were supposed to get engaged, my fiance, Christopher Vittorino, slid the ring—that was supposed to be mine—onto Lina Sorenzo, my stepsister's finger, right in front of the entire family. Christopher's uncle, Don Mark Vittorino, was the one who had specifically ordered his subordinates to deliver the ring that symbolizes the wearer's status as the future Donna of the Vittorino family to Christopher himself. I could only stare at Christopher's deep blue eyes in disbelief. Just as I was about to question him, he just gazed at me with a stony expression. Even his tone was cold and rigid. "The Don intends to send me to Maravena for the next five years to develop my own business there. Once I return, I'll take over the family business. "You don't have any skills at all, Isla. If you stay with me, you'll just be a hindrance to me and cause me unwanted trouble. "Lina, on the other hand, is fluent in Maravenese. Not to mention, she knows how to expand the family business overseas. She will serve as a brilliant assistant for me." After that, Christopher took Lina's hand and left the venue with her, not caring about the fact that the leaders of the other branch families as well as the elders kept murmuring among themselves. Because of that, I ended up becoming the laughingstock of the entire family. Five years later, Christopher and Lina return to the country. When he spots me showing up at a family gathering held by Mark with a ruby ring that signifies my status as the Donna on my finger, his expression changes instantly. "I can't believe you learned to steal, Isla!" I just ignore Christopher's accusations in favor of looking for the Black Rose Medal that my son, Toby Vittorino, has lost. That medal is a gift he received on his fourth birthday from Mark. Poor Toby has been sobbing for a long time because of its disappearance. I need to hurry up and find it as soon as possible.