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I spent five years chasing Tyler Watson, only to get kidnapped right in front of him. He just stood there and watched. As a result, I suffered. After I escaped, he acted all high and mighty and proposed to make up for his tiny bit of guilt. The second we got our marriage certificate, the Simp System’s voice rang in my head. “Congrats, host! You’ve completed your mission.” Just like that, my sanity finally returned. While Tyler waited in a hotel for me to bring him contraceptives, I went live to expose his cheating. For good measure, I even called the anti-vice office to report my dear husband for soliciting prostitutes.

My wife, Lindsey Kelsey, suffers from an aversion to intimacy. For ten years of marriage, she pushed me away again and again. Then, on our anniversary, she abandoned me and, in front of the crowd, kissed another man with reckless passion before the two of them walked hand in hand into a luxury hotel. Afterward, Lindsey brazenly declared that a real man should be magnanimous, not petty. Magnanimous? Then I wish them both eternal bliss—may they be bound so tightly they can never break free from one another. Later, I handed Lindsey the divorce papers with a blank expression. I was determined to walk away from her. But Lindsey went mad when she realized she couldn't find me anymore.

When Carina learns her family have arranged for her to be married and mated to the Alhpas son Lucien Malik of the sliver backs the rival pack she flees into the night after he humiliates her in front of everyone and tells her exactly what he has planned. She takes off to her favourite shifter nightclub where she ends up insulting the owners who turn out to be the mafia Dons of The Rabidfang Nightstalkers, she finds out the truth of who she is when the mafia boys awaken her wolf. they want her but so does Lucien. Lucien is ready to claim what’s owed to him but the Mafia dons will go to war for what is theres. Who will come out victorious and claim Carina

On my wedding day, my fiance's first love appeared at the wedding ceremony wearing the exact same haute couture gown as mine. I watched them stand together at the entrance, greeting the guests as if they were the bride and groom. Maintaining a calm expression, I complimented them, saying they looked like the perfect couple—beauty and brains, a match made in heaven. She burst into tears and fled the scene. He, however, didn't hesitate to humiliate me in front of everyone, accusing me of being petty and narrow-minded. When the wedding banquet was over, he left for what was supposed to be our honeymoon—with her by his side. I didn't argue or cause a scene. Instead, I quietly booked an appointment for an abortion.

My mother-in-law competed with me over everything. When she found out I was trying to get pregnant, she went as far as to use a folk remedy to get pregnant as well. It was a molar pregnancy, but she still flaunted it in front of me. I told her that it was a medical condition that needed immediate treatment or it could develop into a tumor and endanger her life. Nonetheless, she insisted that she was carrying a few gorgeous babies. I convinced my family to forcefully take her to the hospital, but my mother-in-law never forgave me. She pushed me off a balcony out of hatred, killing me. When I opened my eyes again, I found out I had been reborn on the day she first announced her pregnancy.

My mom and dad died heroically in a fire rescue, trying to protect an orphan. Afterward, my brother brought the orphan, Audrey, home. To make her smile, he'd throw away photos of me and our parents. He even kicked me out in front of everyone. For Audrey's coming-of-age celebration, he took her to Cranburn—the place I'd always dreamed of going. In his eyes, I had nowhere else to go. He believed that once I realized I was wrong, I'd come back on my own. But what he didn't know was—I had joined an overseas rescue team. This might be the last time we ever see each other.

Skye Harris, a 24-year-old with nothing to her name except an old Subaru wagon and now a gothic style Victorian home that she bought at a Memphis house auction. She is determined to rebuild her life after wasting 6 years in an abusive relationship. While working on renovations of her new home, she begins to feel another presence. Jesse Martin has been alone in his old family home for some time. Some families have come and gone. Even some businesses as well. However, when a dark-haired beauty enters through the front door of his home, he is surprised to find that she can see and touch him. The two occupants of this old Victorian home begin to form a connection that bridges the space between the world of the living and the spirit world.

“I didn’t kill her,” Neo yelled at the top of his voice. Struggling to free himself from the grips of the two hefty-looking police officers, “You’d better keep your mouth shut,” one of the two police officers fired back as they dragged him out of the building. Despite being caught in the act, how is he still insisting on his innocence?” the other police officers said in disbelief. “I know, right? I think he needs to be checked,” the first police officer replied. Neo frowned as the police officers pulled him past the small crowd that had gathered in front of the house into the police van. “If she had just obeyed me without trying to act smart, none of this would have happened,” Neo said to himself silently.

Sandra was kidnapped by a small gang, that's what she thought. The man behind the kidnapping is a mafia boss. She was kidnapped by mistake in place of someone else. When she was represented in front Victor, the mafia boss, she didn't cower over in fear instead showed some attitude. Victor, who is a ruthless, cold mafia boss, when saw a petite young woman putting terms with him, found it interesting. ************************** "Who is she?" While looking at her from the window of my office. "Sorry Boss, we couldn't find anything about her." Ian replied "It's more than half a year and you are still clueless...hmm?" "Sorry……" "She is really something............. but that makes me more interested in her." I smiled.

Roseline After two years with Sinclair, all I want is a divorce, I want my freedom back. It's obvious now that he'll never love me. I've snapped out of my delusion, I want out! But when he tells me he can't give me what I want I'm frustrated and devastated. I'm determined to leave by hook or by crook, he still doesn't let his claws off me, he chases me and I don't stop running. But when my cold, impassive, depressed ex-husband kneels in front of me, I'm at a loss for words and I wonder if I can still pretend to hate him.