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On their third wedding anniversary, Maisie Bardot expectantly announces her pregnancy to her husband, Andrew Clarke. All she receives in return is a check for a billion dollars, a divorce agreement, and an order to get an abortion.To protect her pregnancy, Maisie flees.Five years later, she returns as a miracle doctor with two adorable children in tow. Countless admirers flock to her side.Andrew regrets divorcing Maisie. He'll do whatever it takes to win her and the children back again.Yes, whatever it takes.

To save Zander Lewis, I lost the ability to walk. As a result, my dream of dancing was shattered forever. Yet, Zander went on to marry Jenna Walsh—the same woman who stole my spot in the dance program. The betrayal cut so deep that I suffered from severe depression. That was when Jenna's uncle in name, Sean Walsh, appeared and pulled me out of the darkness. He stayed by my side for a long time, helping me heal and even working tirelessly to treat my legs.   Just when I thought I could stand on my own again, I discovered the awful truth—it had all been part of his and Zander's plan. They never wanted me to reclaim my place; they wanted to ensure Jenna's glory remained untouched. They were even planning to use the same ruthless methods to make sure I could never walk again. My heart shattered as I watched them, two despicable men plotting everything for Jenna's sake. At that moment, I gave up on love completely. I did not scream or cry. I simply played along, letting them believe I was still trapped in their game. When I finally broke free from that deceitful marriage, he came after me, begging in tears for another chance. 

"บนระเบียงที่สูงเสียดฟ้า ท่ามกลางแสงไฟของเมือง เธอเฝ้ามองโลกเบื้องล่าง ราวกับกำลังถามหาสักที่ ที่หัวใจได้พักพิง ท่ามกลางความวุ่นวายที่ไม่มีวันจบสิ้น เธอโหยหาความสงบและรักแท้มาเติมเต็มช่องว่างในหัวใจ"

On my wedding night, Sean Boswell was with his first love when I suffered a miscarriage as my kidnappers tortured me. I begged endlessly for him to save me, only for him to laugh, "You were just demanding a divorce in the morning, and now you're faking a kidnapping so that I'd come back? Is that the only thing you can do?" Eventually, when I gave up and stopped clinging on being Mrs. Boswell, he chased me to the airport, pleading with a crack in his voice, "Just stay, Anna. Let's make things how it used to be."

After four years of marriage, James Lawson, who had never posted anything on social media, unexpectedly updated his status: "What an adorable little foodie!" The attached photo showed a young woman wearing pink cat ears, eating at a Korean BBQ restaurant. Her cheeks were flushed red from the spicy food as she stuck out her tongue. It was Sophie Jones, a new content creator at his company. Within a minute, our mutual friend commented: "Dude, you forgot to switch accounts!" Just like that, James's new post disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, only to show up moments later on Sophie's feed. Then James's name lit up my phone screen. In the past, I would have already taken screenshots and called him first to confront him. It would have inevitably ended in a heated argument. But this time, I calmly watched his call go to voicemail without answering.

กฎการเป็นเมียของเฮคเตอร์มีอยู่ข้อเดียวคือ'เชื่อฟังผัว'แต่เหมือนมันจะใช้ไม่ได้กับเธอ

I manage to drag Jared Sheppard from death's door. Since then, I've accompanied him from his poorest times all the way to the current moment, when he's now worth tens of millions of dollars. On the day his company goes public, he gets engaged to another woman. "Gabrielle, she's different from you. She's an actual princess of the elite. I need to give her an official title, so I can't fool around with you anymore." I never bothered defending myself. It's time for this farce to end, anyway. After all, there's still a man waiting for me at home, who's been calling me his princess since I was a little girl.

Axel Elcort is one of New York's most eligible bachelors as he runs and owns a multi-million dollar company, is a well-known business tycoon, and is the Alpha of White Claw Pack. He's a reserved, cold man who loves only his pack and business. Despite his high status and god-kissed attributes, he is lonely and yearns for a mate. Leal Horryn is a workaholic office lady with a stable salary in New York. She's in a relationship with her two-year live-in partner who's dominating the court as the state's most sought-after prosecutor. She's content with her simple life and greets every morning with a smile. That is until everything started falling apart. Heartbroken and jobless, Leal wanders to the streets of New York where she gets lured inside a company building by an addictive scent. What if two roads from heaven and land meet? Will they hug each other tightly and not let go despite the life-threatening challenges planted in their journey, or will they give up—failing to reach each other from the very start?

After I'm abducted, I call my mother, a policewoman, for help. However, she hangs up on me and stays by my adoptive sister's side. "Go to hell if you're so keen on it!" she snaps. I calmly watch as the abductors pluck my nails and torment me until none of my skin is left unharmed. In my past life, my mother actually came to my rescue. She left my adoptive sister by the roadside, and the latter ended up being violated and murdered. From then on, I became a criminal in my mother's eyes. She received an anonymous text on my adoptive sister's death anniversary. "I bet a good girl like you wouldn't want your mother to know you hired us to abduct you, right?" She thought I orchestrated the abduction because I wanted to vie for her attention. She thought that was the cause of my adoptive sister's death. "I've saved people all my life. I never would've expected my flesh and blood to be such a shameless monster! You should go to hell as atonement for killing Charlene!" She sewed my mouth shut, shattered every bone in my body, and threw my ashes into a junkyard. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back to the day my mother makes her choice.

The maid's daughter, who grew up in my home, had the nerve to act like an heiress. On her birthday, she invited every kid from school for a full-on rager at my family's villa. When I suggested they take it to a hotel, she lost it. "You don't get to tell me what to do! My friends can party wherever they want!" She added, "The ten-layer cake my parents ordered for me is on the way. Why don't you park yourself by the door and wait for it, huh?" Her crew circled up, laughing and pointing at me. But I'd lived through this before. Nothing about her little act rattled me. I turned to the butler and told him to lock the gate. Then, I went to Rambo's cage. "Hey, buddy," I said, opening it up. "See those trespassers?" I pointed at the crowd. "I'm counting to three. If they're still here, don't let a single one get away."