Eight Dates

In the two years after Bradley Vaughn's so-called "memory loss," we divorced seven times—all to keep his childhood crush Vivian Monroe happy. Number eight? Because Vivian got pregnant. "You can't have kids anyway. Once Vivian has the baby, we'll get back together. You can raise the kid." That was his usual ice-cold line as he slid the papers across the table. That night, he kicked me out—said Vivian got nauseous just seeing me. I moved into another house. Alone. In the rain. Even after I landed in the ER from a near assault, he didn't bother asking if I was okay. Then one day, I spotted him at a clinic with Vivian. He rubbed her belly and laughed, "So what if she finds out I faked the amnesia? She can't live without me. Toss her a bone, she'll come crawling." I looked away, steady. Then my phone buzzed. [How did your checkup go?]

The day I was eight months pregnant, my family dragged me into a hospital. My stepsister had lied about carrying the child of A City’s most powerful heir. To preserve a marriage alliance worth billions, my father decided I would give birth early—so my baby could cover up her lie. I ran. If that child was born under their control, my life would never belong to me again. But I didn’t realize the conspiracy surrounding me ran far deeper than I had imagined. And after that unexpected night, there was one terrifying truth I couldn’t escape— I didn’t even know who the father of my baby was. Until one day, the most powerful and dangerous business tycoon in A City appeared before me. His gaze fell on the child in my arms, cold and commanding. “Woman,” he said quietly, “would you care to explain why my child is with you?” And just like that, a bond neither of us could escape began.

"Leave this country and don't ever come back!" Being the sole survivor of her family's tragic car accident, a mysterious man gave Stephanie Ruan a chance to flee for her life. Eight years later, Stephanie Ruan returned to the country as the director of an internationally renowned publishing firm. Upon knowing that her family's car accident is related to the prestigious Zhong Family, her best bet is to get close to Javier Zhong to find out the truth and avenge her family members. "I want to be your fiancé." With her new identity and strong character, she fearlessly plotted against the most powerful and ruthless man in the country, Javier Zhong. Unlike other women whose biggest dream is to marry him, Stephanie Ruan spat out those words with much unwillingness. Of course, to scheme against such a dangerous man, there would be risks and sacrifices involved. She could either be killed by him or... unexpectedly fall deeply in love with him? Whichever the result is, Stephanie Ruan knows that once she enters this game, there is no turning back!

Galata Ferrari has been married for eight years to Matteo Sebastini, the man she has loved for as long as she can remember, to whom she has dedicated her entire life, and for whose sake she set aside all her goals. With a three-year-old child and another pregnancy, she believes her life is exactly as she always dreamed, until she overhears a conversation between her husband and his best friend. He reveals that he married her out of spite, believing that the woman he truly loved had betrayed him. However, this woman returns, and with her return, the happiness Galata felt collapses like a house of cards, as he realizes he is still in love with his ex-girlfriend. Matteo finds himself torn between love and duty; he thinks he will ultimately choose love, but later he realizes his true feelings. By then, it is too late, and the divorce has already been signed. What will Matteo do to win back his true love? Will Galata return to him, or will she dedicate herself to achieving all the goals she had left behind?

Freya loved the wrong Alpha for eight years. She gave him her body, her loyalty, her soul—and in return, he kissed her with someone else's name. When she finally walked away, she believed she'd found peace—and love—in Silvano, the Alpha who saved her. But years later, on her birthday, silence greeted her again. “Bella,” she whispered to her daughter, “did you forget Mommy’s birthday?” “Not now, Mommy. I'm making a gift for Aunt Aurora. Daddy helped.” The name landed like a wound reopening. Freya once survived being ‘the other woman’. Now, fate flipped the roles—and the silence, late-night absences, and missed calls feel all too familiar. As betrayal knocks again, she must choose: bury herself in heartbreak once more—or rise, not for love, but for herself. When even your mate forgets your worth, how many times must you walk away before you stop coming back? This time—maybe for the last time—she won’t look back.

“Your marriage is like a fairytale, exquisite dinner dates, designer gowns, a husband who made the world believe in love.” they said. She smiled, knowing everything was a lie. If only they knew that behind the diamonds, the laughter, and the perfect photographs were scars she still pretended not to see. Anne-Marie Duval was born into a world of luxury and riches — heiress to Duval Scents, Paris’s most coveted perfume empire. Married to her childhood love, Louis Trottier, Anne-Marie believed her husband was perfect until she discovered he was more of a demon than human. Desperate to save her marriage and father's name , she offers him everything: her heart, her possessions, even a child but that only worsened everything. On the night that was meant to celebrate two years of forced love and marriage, Anne-Marie’s world crumbles before her eyes. Heavily pregnant, she never expected her anniversary party to turn into a public humiliation. The man she loved calls her a slut and declares his new mistress before everyone. When she wakes up, it’s not her husband by her side but a stranger her father sent to protect her. And waiting for her are divorce papers, scandalous headlines, and the cruel reality that the man she once trusted has stripped her of everything—even the company her father left her. Now, broken but not defeated, Florence vows to reclaim her dignity, her freedom, and make Louis Trottier pay for everything he had done. He may have destroyed their marriage but she will decide how their story ends. Will she succeed in her revenge plan or will the turn out of a new love story distract her? Find out..

On New Year's Eve, my older brother, Casper Shaw, attempted to expose me as a fraud and announced that Jenny Ford was the real heiress to the family. He pulled out a paternity test result and threw it in my face. "Open your eyes and take a look! Jenny is the Shaw family's real daughter. You're just a fake who has taken Jenny's place for so many years, yet you still have the nerve to sit here and eat New Year's Eve dinner with us!" Then, he pushed Jenny in front of us, revealing a face that looked exactly like my mom, Theresa. Everyone froze. I lunged for the report, but suddenly, a stream of floating comments rolled past above Jenny's head. [Is the female lead finally going back to her rich family and starting a sweet romance with her fake older brother?] [Not yet. Right now, they still think they're siblings. They only get together later, once the misunderstandings are cleared up.] [Am I the only one who feels bad for the female supporting character? She's the biggest victim in the whole book. She takes all the female lead's hatred that should have gone to her fake brother, and she gets treated as the fake heiress and sent to the Ford family to suffer on top of that.] I looked at Jenny's face and compared it to my own—we almost looked like twins. I checked our ID cards again, confirming that our dates of birth were exactly the same. "Seriously? Ever think that you might be the real impostor here who was switched at birth?"

Anushka grew up in the vast tea plantations of Darjeeling, North Bengal. And like eight or ten ordinary girls, she was fastidious and fickle, but from the age of ten, she had a overcome many obstacles to fight relentlessly against the odds of fate. But she overcome these adversities very well. All of a sudden, Anushka's marriage started to struggle, her father objected at first, but under the pressure of her grandmother, Anushka was finally married to the son of an elite family of Kolkata. On the day of the wedding, Anushka came to know that 'Amarnath' and 'Anjali' are not her parents. Anushka's groom ' Rahul' unfortunately died on the day after the wedding like seventy two hours later. It took him a long time to erase this cruel past and start a new life. The collaboration of 'Nithin Sir' came to the city after the finale exam of the school with very good results to conquer her own destiny by fulfilling her dreams. Andright here her life takes a turn or another new drama begins which surpasses even life..... To know the rest, you have to read this incredibly novel.

Tristan Moreno and I are asked when we're getting married when we attend a class reunion. "We're undecided." "1st of October." Our answers come simultaneously. His head shoots up, and he looks at me with anger and disbelief. I ignore him and explain to my classmates, "I'm getting married on the 1st of October. You're all invited." I know what Tristan wants to ask me. He and I have dated for eight years, but he's never discussed marriage with me. He drags me to a corner, looking furious. "Didn't we agree to put marriage on hold? Do you take pleasure in forcing me into this?" I pry his fingers off my wrist and say, "You can put it on hold for as long as you want. That doesn't stop me from getting married." He's long since gotten bored of me—he's found a younger woman but thinks he's done well in keeping it a secret. Fortunately, he's not the man I'm marrying.

In my previous life, I was eight months pregnant when my mother-in-law and husband forcibly dragged me to grab decorative gift boxes from the Christmas tree. I told them there was nothing inside, but my mother-in-law slapped me across the face while my husband pulled me into the crowd. A stampede broke out. They clutched their gift boxes and fled to save themselves, while my child and I were trampled to death. They eagerly tore open all the gift boxes with high hopes, only to find exactly nothing, just like I'd warned them. But as I lay dying, I noticed something in the final gift box. A Black Widow spider with an hourglass pattern on its belly crawled onto my mother-in-law's hand. This spider carries deadly venom. Anyone bitten either dies or suffers permanent disability. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on Christmas Day. This time, watching my mother-in-law and husband gear up to fight over those Christmas gift boxes, I won't try to stop them!