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When Alpha Adrian asked Flora to give up her dream to be by his side, she willingly accepted it and did So. When he forgot her birthday for three years in a row and said he was sorry, she forgave him every time. When he hurt her feelings time and time again, showing her he was more interested in her body than her soul, she stomached it and rationalized in her head that someday his love would mean more. But when he strode into the venue of their wedding and told her he was calling it off instead of saying ‘I do’ to her because of his ex-girlfriend. Flora realised the truth she had been denying herself all these years. She is and will never be anything to Alpha Adrian so when Adrian comes asking for forgiveness this time around, will she forgive him?

“Agatha.”“I’m not Agatha.”“Where’s the baby?”“There’s no baby.”“You aborted the baby?! How could you?!”“I’m not Agatha, and there’s no baby.”“Agatha…”Violet Wickham knew very clearly that she did not have amnesia, but for some reason, this man just kept thinking that she was Agatha River post-plastic surgery. He somehow even proved that they were once in a relationship. Violet fought back, but she was never able to escape from Lucius Davis’s control. She became his Agatha and had to accept the love meant for the beloved woman he had punished but lost. As time passed, she slowly forgot that she was Violet Wickham and loved Lucius with her heart and soul. But one day, he suddenly said, “I just got news. You’re not Agatha. You can leave whenever you want now.”

On my 30th birthday, my boyfriend of seven years asked to meet at the City Hall. He even told me to bring my ID and wear a wedding dress. But when I showed up just as he asked, he was laughing and looked really excited. “Pay up, pay up! I told you all. No matter how embarrassing it is, Wrenna will always do what I say!” I just looked at him wordlessly. Matthew Young raised his eyebrows at me. “Come on, it was just a joke. You’re not mad, are you?” When I stayed quiet, he got annoyed. “Alright, alright. I said I’d marry you, and I will. Just not right now.” His good-for-nothing friends started laughing and making fun of me. They said I was his simp and would never get angry. And they were right. I was not angry. I did not come here today for him anyway. After everyone left, I walked into the City Hall. “Sorry I’m late. Let’s go get married.”

” Sometimes, the truth can shatter everything we thought we knew.” Genevieve Tiu, the owner of the million-seller fashion brand” Eve’s Apple,” has been in a secret but great three-year relationship with his Trainee boyfriend, Stefan Aragon, but Stefan Aragon decided to break up with Genevieve on the day of his debut in Cascade, with no particular reason as to why he decided to do so. On that same day, a stranger offered her a yellow umbrella to save her from getting sick in the rain. Not knowing that, the Stranger is a friend of her brother and same as his ex, a known idol named Rowan from Oasis. But the thing is Genevieve has no intention of letting someone enter her life with the same profession as his ex as she is busy on knowing her ex’s reason, but there is more than Rowan that Genevieve didn’t know. Rowan is a particle of his past that she no longer remembers, and Stefan is the big reason for that. Yet the twist is not yet done, because there is also a truth that Stefan doesn’t know about her ex-girlfriend. As Genevieve pursues to know the reason why his boyfriend left, she discovers the truth that was too hard to accept, but what if the truth is more than Genevieve that Stefan doesn’t know about? Did he really alter her destiny, or wasn’t the destiny hers to begin with? Love can be a rollercoaster ride, filled with twists and turns we never saw coming. Genevieve’s heartbreak leads her on a path of uncovering hidden truths that have altered her life. Will she choose forgiveness and a second chance, or will she choose to reclaim her destiny?

Vous savez ce que c'est qu'être une paria ? Si non, vous avez bien de la chance, parce que moi je sais. Solitude perpétuelle, ennui mortel, je me suis faite à l'idée. Mais, pour la première fois depuis le divorce de mes parents il y a moins d’un an, tout mon monde de persona non grata est chamboulé avec l’arrivée du nouveau psychologue, qui me prend en charge sous la pression du proviseur. J'ai beau protester, je n'ai pas le choix : me voilà obligée de coopérer. Cela dit, il n'est pas le seul à s'être mis en tête de m'aider. Son fils, Vince, sublime spécimen masculin, est déterminé à faire de moi une ex-paria. Et je pourrais bien craquer !

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.

When my husband returned home to visit his parents, I noticed that he forgot to bring back the specialties he had bought. I ran after him, only to find him getting out of a car in a suit. His childhood friend stepped forward to welcome him. They held hands and smiled as they looked into each other’s eyes. They looked like a happy, newlywed couple. Only when my husband saw me standing not too far away did he hurriedly distance himself from his childhood friend. “Her mother’s critically ill, and her mother’s only wish is to see her get married. I’m just helping her.” I simply smiled. I pushed him right back to his childhood friend’s side and started cheering with everyone else. “When’s the baby coming?! I’ll be sure to wrap a nice gift!”

The Devil You Called Grimace. Hunger. Love like a curse. They say some doors open only once. She opened hers with three red candles, a drop of blood, and a whisper. Lonely nights, overdue rent, and a heart too heavy to carry — that’s all it took to call him through. Malik. The man made of smoke, shadow, and everything her prayers forgot to protect her from. He came smiling, with promises sweet as sin — protection, money, revenge. Every favor he gave her tasted like salvation until she realized he was feeding on her, one piece at a time. A memory here. A dream there. Her laughter swallowed whole. Now he’s the warmth in her sheets and the whisper in her nightmares. The devil she named, the lover she can’t unmake. Because Malik wasn’t summoned. He was chosen. And love — the kind that burns red under candlelight — always demands a body to keep it alive.

Alice Smith longed to turn the tortuous days of loving Camila into a happy ending but you know how the universe isn't always on your side, a fiasco named Jake appeared.  He came like a domestic cat and settled in as a wild tiger, a predator domineering over the masses, his soft side captured camila´s heart that she forgot family and her one and only best friend Alice. Camila didn't realize she had entered the territory of the wild tiger until she looked around her and realized everyone had either died or left her . A love so beautiful it cannot be defined by mere mortals' views on affection, a love that isn't stained by societal norms and rules. No matter how broken, Alice could not give up on her love. Brandishing her swords against all odds she went up against the wild tiger with the power of love.

Valentine's Day. I was stuck on ER duty at Brighton City Hospital. Theodore Madoff, who was supposed to be working late, strolled in carrying his student—Cecilia Kuntzer. She had red marks everywhere and that smug little smirk. "Relax, Mrs. Madoff. Just stomach pain. Lucky me, Prof. Madoff rushed me here." Theo pushed me to treat her. Turns out? She was pregnant. From rough intercourse. And the dad? Theo. My husband. The same guy who'd sworn off kids with me for ten years. Felt like a punch to the gut. But I still saved her baby. Next day, she uploaded a video—ID in hand, cheesy PowerPoint, accusing me of malpractice. Claimed I killed her kid. Then Theo asked for a divorce. Priscilla—his mom—stormed the hospital, shrieking about her dead grandbaby. She brought a mob. All these "righteous" strangers who stabbed me to death. Right there in the ER. I died with my eyes wide open. Then—bam—I woke up. Valentine's Day. Again.