Fall In Love With Him

Everyone is envious of my flawless husband, Samuel Copeland, who indulges in everything I say. But what they are unaware of is the fact that he has betrayed me thrice. The first time is when he cheated on me with his secretary, Tiffany Finch. He fires her and explains to me repeatedly that it's just a misunderstanding. I choose to believe him. The second time is when I'm at my pregnancy checkup at the hospital, alone. Then, I end up seeing him accompanying Tiffany on her pregnancy checkup when he's supposed to be on a business trip. I have a huge fight with Samuel over it and almost had a miscarriage. Frightened out of his wits, he makes Tiffany get an abortion, then sends her away overnight. He pleads with me for half a year before I agree to return home for our child's sake. The last thing I expect is for him to cheat on me a third time, when he actually brings our child to acknowledge Tiffany as his mother. Angered, I fail to avoid the car that's coming right in my direction. In the end, I die a tragic death in a traffic accident. The next time I open my eyes, I have returned to the day when Samuel accompanies Tiffany on her pregnancy checkup. This time, I am prepared with a divorce agreement as I have decided to let them have their way. Yet, Samuel gives up everything he has, just so that he can beg me to change my mind.

Amanda Courtney had loved Riley Griffin for eleven years. She’d been Mrs. Griffin for three. But Riley Griffin had ignored all her efforts, always treating her with indifference, staying out late, and never introducing her to his friends—people knew he was married, but no one even knew who his bride was. Amanda had thought that was just how he was, until Faye Aiken returned. Only then did she realize how Riley acted around someone he truly cared about. Heartbroken, Amanda decided to divorce him and live for herself from then on. It wasn’t until Amanda left that Riley realized what a failure of a husband he’d been. He pleaded with Amanda for a second chance, gripping her hand tightly. “I’ll wait for you as long as it takes.” “Oh, but I won’t be waiting for you anymore,” Amanda couldn’t care less. The roles were reversed, but would Amanda, who had long since lost faith in Riley, have a change of heart?

After I help my boyfriend register his company and successfully land his first deal, he finally decides to make our relationship public. But his junior from college, who's always had this weird hostility toward me for no reason, beats me to it by sliding into the seat next to him. She leans against my boyfriend's chest, her voice smug and satisfied. "Didn't you say you'd wait until the company officially launched? So why the rush now?" My boyfriend says nothing. Instead, he hands her a share certificate and announces to the entire room that she's the company's largest shareholder. The room explodes. Everyone starts whistling and cheering them on. The junior takes the opportunity to kick me while I'm down, throwing insults my way. My boyfriend doesn't just fail to stop her. He actually joins in with his own snide remarks. "Sure, you helped me set up the company and brought in our first client, but she's the one who can actually take us somewhere." I don't get angry. I graciously acknowledge the junior's new position. I want to see how far they would get without me, their biggest asset and most valuable connection.

“My boss owns my debt,” Zara whispers. “I don’t get to leave.” Trapped in Manhattan’s seductive nightlife, Zara Carter dances for survival under the control of a powerful strip club that owns her future. Until he walks in—Nat Wolfe. Billionaire. Possessive. Dangerous. And devastatingly irresistible. “I could change your life,” he murmurs. “And what would it cost me?” “Everything. Starting with you.” One reckless night turns into an intoxicating arrangement—a private affair drenched in lust, secrets, and control. Nat offers her freedom, but on his terms. His world is dark, filled with obsession, dominance, and pleasure she’s never known. But as enemies close in and his promises blur the line between protection and possession, Zara must ask herself: Is she being saved... or owned? “Do you belong to him?” She doesn’t know. But her body has already answered.

On the day I was declared pregnant, I ran into my husband in the ob-gyn. He was with his long-lost love for a prenatal checkup. "I'm not going home tonight. As you can see, I have business to attend to," Lawrence said quietly as he left with an arm wrapped around Melissa. I fell silent and booked an abortion surgery. Everyone around us thought I was a simp for Lawrence. They thought I wouldn't leave, no matter how badly he mistreated me. He had the same thought. No one knew that I only married him to repay a debt. That debt was now repaid. Ten years was up, and I could finally end this abominable marriage.

I hid behind a thick tree trunk and watched silently as a grizzly bear attacked my husband. In my previous life, I was a guide. I led my husband—an environmental photographer—and his female colleague into a nature reserve to film wildlife. While scouting the route, I discovered a nursing grizzly bear and immediately warned them not to take any photos and to retreat slowly. To my shock, they intentionally bumped into me, causing my right leg to be cut and bleed. The scent of blood enraged the bear, and it charged straight at me, sinking its massive jaws into my abdomen. After the bear left, my husband calmly stripped me of all my equipment. Then, wrapping his arms around his female colleague, he kissed her. He turned to me with a sinister smile creeping across his face. "Kate," he said, "I'll be honest. I never loved you. You're dying. Now, all your assets will be mine." I bled out and died. When I opened my eyes again, it was the morning of the day we entered the mountains.

I was only ten years old when Timoteo Panno found me on the streets of Sirithi. He's the Don of the Panno family, the strongest mafia family in the country. He's also the one who taught me how to protect myself. When I turn 18 years old, I become his lover as well as the weapon he's most proud of. Timoteo isn't interested in other women. I'm the only one staying by his side for many years. We've been with each other for four years. Everyone thinks I'll eventually become the Madre of the Panno family. That is, until Nadia Bellucci accidentally kills her fiance and desperately needs a clean identity to wash herself of all suspicions. As she clutches her chest that houses her heart, which is now weakened from the time she has saved Timoteo's life, she whines coquettishly, "Timoteo, I don't want to go to prison…" With a smile on his face, Timoteo doesn't hesitate to push me out as the scapegoat to take the blame for Nadia. "You've always been a pawn who gets abandoned all the time, so you might as well do it one more time."

We all have an inspiration to live. We all have that one person who keeps us from fighting and moving. That someone who keeps our heart beating. That someone who keeps on giving us a blissful morning. But what if one morning while laying in the dark, the person you loved the most is the person you can't remember anymore? Fall Navarez never thought that this day would come. Never did he think of losing the memories of that someone in his head. Later did he realize, he came up with a question: "Who's Grace?" There's a lot of variations in their testimonies. Some have scarlet threads attached. Some had loose strings which means a dead end. Fall Navarez didn't know what story he had to believe. He wanted to believe them all, but every person he asked, died the day after. "Grace is your girlfriend, Fall." "Hell no! Grace is your wife." "That would be gross, but I only know was that Grace is your sister." "Oh my God, you really don't know, do you? Grace is your f*ckin' psychologist!" Why would Fall had a psychologist, assuming that Grace is indeed one? "You're hell-bent, Fall! You're crazy!" "Who's Grace?! Answer now or I'll f*cking kill you!" He smirked. "As you did to your mother?" he held his tongue and spit saliva at Fall. "Hell yeah! YOU KILLED YOUR F*CKING MOTHER!" Maybe there's someone who's deceiving. Maybe someone had asked them to deceive Fall! But wait, where was the lie? To the you-killed-Grace part or the Grace-is-your-mother part? Hmm, did Grace really fall from grace? "Put the gun in your mouth. . . pull the trigger." FALL FROM GRACE by ANONYGLITCH

"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Tyron," Lizelle's bitter words seemed to burn her heart. The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being. What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up? People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?

Zuleika… Lanvini Alpha-born, dangerously unhinged, and hotter than sin. With eyes that flash gold when his wolf rises and tattoos that feel more like symbols than ink, he’s the kind of male my parents warned me about. The kind bred to conquer. Heir to the Darkfire Pack. Sworn enemy to mine. And the most powerful wolf on campus. I’m Mistborn—descended from the sacred bloodline of Silvermist. My wolf was supposed to awaken under the moon’s blessing, not from a stolen touch in the dark. But the moment Lanvin brushed against me, something ancient stirred in my bones. My wolf chose him. He’s my natural-born enemy. So why does every part of me want to kneel? Lanvin… She doesn’t know what she is. Doesn’t know the power coiled beneath her skin—or the chaos it could bring. Zuleika is Mistborn. The inner-blood of the Silvermist Pack. Sacred. Protected. Forbidden. She’s also my best friend’s sister. And my fated mate. I felt it the second our wolves brushed souls. A connection no Alpha could sever. Not even my father. But a bond between Silvermist and Darkfire? It’s treason. The kind that starts wars. Still, I’d risk exile. I’d burn my title, my pack, the very laws that raised me—because my wolf won’t let her go. And if fate dares stand between us, I’ll tear the moon from the sky to make her mine.