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“There's a part of me wanting to loathe him for eternity. But he lost his memories of me, and I have to get it back.” – Sam "I love him. He's mine! And I will never let him go!" - Stacy "I'm fine as long as I come towards you again, like that day." - Zach "How can I love somebody who loves somebody else?" - Ethan When Samantha Lee found out her longtime boyfriend, Zachary Gonzales, has a mistress behind her back, every memory they shared inside a 10-year relationship lost all its sense. She left him abandoned in their house soon after she realized her lover’s mistress was a friend of hers in the past. A month after, Samantha got astonished when she found out he suffered from a car accident. ---- UPDATES EVERY WEDNESDAYS AND THURSDAYS [GMT+8]!

Calvin walked unsteadily towards Emily with a sly grin. A faint smile remained on his lips until Calvin stood right in front of Emily. "Is there something wrong if I change clothes in my own room?" Calvin stopped right in front of Hasna without breaking their eye contact at all. "After all, we are husband and wife, it's fine for me to be naked in front of you, right?" Calvin teased as he pried open Emily's hands which were still covering her face. "I'm not ready yet, Calvin, will you shut up your finches first?" Emily demanded, still keeping both hands covering her eyes. "Hahaha, this is Emily's eagle, not a finch," Calvin corrected because he felt insulted if the heirloom weapon he had carefully guarded for 29 years was called a finch. "Come on, open it! Take a look at my eagle!"

A corset changed everything. Damian Steele didn’t expect that. Nicole was his assistant, the definition of off-limits. But one moment she’s fine, and then the next he’s cutting a wretched corset off her body. He’s ached for her for years, but he can’t ignore it any longer. He wants her. He needs her. And he won’t let anything stand in his way. Nicole Avery just can’t seem to completely untangle herself from her crappy ex-husband. The last thing she needed to do was fall for another toxic man. When her boss’s desire for her becomes unignorable, she leans into his touch. Maybe a harmless little fling will be good for her. She knows what he’s like, so it’s not like she’ll be like the other women and fall for his charm…right?

They don’t know me as Kaelyn Amric. Most of the pack doesn’t even know my name. I’m just the Alpha Prince’s twin sister. And that was always fine for them. But I wanted more. I wanted to be seen as me. Then he vanished. And with him, so did my life. Now, I’m heading to Storm Academy, an all boys school, disguised to find him. The only thing I still have is my name. But even that… isn’t really mine anymore. I was no longer an Amric, I was a nobody, an Altair. **** A girl. In an all boys academy? How did she become my roommate? And how would she make me keep her secret? She's reckless, too bold for her own good. And yet, somehow, she's my problem now. *Day 96 of Kaiven being missing. Regretfully yours, Evren.*

My son accidentally burns my husband's first love's hand. My husband cruelly breaks my son's hand to teach him a lesson. He's in so much pain that he can't see straight and falls into a lake. Blood dyes the water red. I hold him close as I sob and call my husband, pleading for help. My husband doesn't care, though. "It's just a broken hand—he'll be fine once it's set in a cast. He'll only do worse things in the future if he's not taught a lesson now!" Later, my son drowns in the lake because he's not rescued in time. My husband loses his mind when he sees his body. "How could he have died when he only had a broken hand?"

"Mom, please stop searching for a lover. I don't want Fathe r's condition to deteriorate further due to your behavior. Ot herwise, I will destroy any relationship you have with any m an!" Chelsea admonished, giving a warning. She had lost c ount of how many warnings she had given, given the nume rous men her mother had approached for money, despite h er father's serious illness. "It's up to you, do whatever you want. I don't care anymore because I can't bear to live in poverty," the mother replied c almly, indifferent to Chelsea's feelings. "Fine, if that's what you want. I swear I will marry one of yo ur most meaningful lovers!" Chelsea promised her mother when the pain had taken over her.

Julian's world was shattered the night she planned to share the joyous news of her pregnancy with her husband. Instead, he blindsided her with divorce papers and a heartless rejection. "You can go to hell with whatever good news you have to say." Devastated, Julian signed the papers and vanished from his life, vowing never to return. But the web of fate gets entangled. When her life and that of her unborn child hang in the balance, the last person she wants to turn to is her ruthless ex-husband. Yet, he's the only one who can save them. His proposition is laced with a mix of desperation and guilt. "Keep your hatred aside, Julian. Come back to me. I can save you and our baby." Julian seizes the opportunity but on her terms. "Fine but this time, I will call the shots and make the rules "

In the shadows of Italy's underworld, one rule reigns: 'Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer.' Alessandro Morano, a Mafia Godfather, walks a thin line between loyalty and deception. When Amelia Cooper enters his life, Alessandro must choose: Protect his empire or risk everything for love.

My sister gets into an accident and needs an emergency blood transfusion when I'm six months pregnant. After a round of tests, my blood is the only suitable one. I'm exhausted and too skinny after being tormented by morning sickness. I have to say no. However, my family forces me to do it. I have no strength to resist; I can only beg my husband for help. To my devastation, he stands by and watches me coldly. "It's fine for you to donate some blood since you're so healthy. Queenie isn't the same as you—she has a bright future ahead, so we can't let anything affect that." I pass out after the blood donation. The first thing I do when I wake up is make an appointment for an abortion.

I was in the office bathroom stall when I heard them trash-talking me. The intern I'd trained for three months whined, "She's a heartless witch—like a robot with zero brain cells." I was about to swing the door open when another voice jumped in, laughing. "Documents incomplete." "Receipts don't match." "No signature? Denied." "Seriously, we've all memorized the freaking rulebot's script!" Once they were gone, I headed back to my desk. The intern stormed in and slammed a fat stack of reimbursement forms in front of me. "Don't go on another power trip and block everyone's claims." I skimmed the obviously fake receipts. Normally, I'd tear into her. But this time, I just smiled. "My head's killing me. Can't read the fine print."