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Seven years into their marriage, Bella got hit with a truth—Steven had a kid. A six-year-old. She crouched behind the preschool slide, barely breathing, as Steven bent down to scoop the boy up. "Daddy, you haven't come to see me in forever." "Be good, Ollie. Work's been crazy. Listen to your mom, alright?" Bella froze. Same face. Same eyes. It was obvious. Everything about them screamed it—The man who swore he'd love her forever had been cheating on her this whole time. Steven and Bella weren't just a couple. They were childhood sweethearts. She once took a knife for him. Nearly died. Lost their baby. Lost the chance to ever have one again. Steven had held her hand back then, eyes red, saying, "I don't care if we never have kids. As long as I have you, that's enough." She still heard the shake in his voice. Now? Every promise. Every memory. All of it—gone.

My three-year-old daughter was playing in the room, and she suddenly fell from the window of the room and died. In my past life, I held her lifeless body after learning the news, crying so hard I thought I would never stop. But when my husband rushed back, he slapped me across the face without a second thought. "How could you be so cruel? You actually threw her out of the window—she was only three!" I was too stunned to react. Later, my husband and my best friend teamed up and testified that I had thrown my daughter from the window because I had an argument with my husband. I was cyberbullied and labeled the "evil mom". Amid the public hatred and the pain of losing my daughter, I jumped to prove my innocence. Even in death, I still didn't understand. My daughter had been fine playing in the room—how did she fall out of the window? When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she fell.

My daughter gets into an accident and needs to leave town for an operation. My husband is the pilot of the flight that takes her there. However, instead of calling him, I head straight to the airport and ask the ground staff for help. In my past life, I begged and pleaded with my husband for help. He arranged a seat for our daughter and flew the plane there. Because of that, he missed the chance to send his childhood sweetheart to the hospital, and she died in labor. My husband disappeared for two months after that. He later returned, acting like nothing had happened. However, one day, he poisoned the whole family. "If not for you forcing me to get on that flight, I could've taken her to the hospital. She would've given birth, and she wouldn't have died. You guys are the ones who deserve to die!" He pushed me off the 20th floor. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day my daughter gets into an accident. This time, my husband successfully takes his childhood sweetheart to the hospital. But why does he later regret it?

On the fifth year of their marriage, finding the vitamin C her husband bought tasted too bitter, Jeanne Dotson went to the hospital with the bottle. The doctor took one look and frowned. "This isn't vitamin C." "I-I'm sorry, Doctor?" "I could say it a dozen times and it'd still be the same," the doctor replied, pointing at the bottle. "This is Mifepristone. Taking too much of it doesn't just cause infertility—it can do serious harm to your body." Jeanne felt a lump stuck in her throat, and her fingers turned pale from clenching the bottle. "That's impossible. My husband got this for me. His name is Darren Walsh—he's a doctor here too." The doctor looked up at her, his expression turning strange, tinged with something she couldn't quite read. After a pause, he gave a small smile. "Miss, you might want to visit the psych ward instead. We all know Dr. Walsh's wife—she gave birth just two months ago. Don't let your imagination run wild, all right? There's no point."

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

Erangan silih berganti terdengar dari balik pintu kamar perempuan bernama Cersey Avriana. Dia adalah seseorang yang kini telah hadir dalam rumah tangga Dyandra Saraswati dan Arka Hasbyan. Lenguhan panjang sang lelaki mengucap berbagai kalimat panas nyata terdengar langsung di telinga sang istri. Dyandra hafal kebiasan suaminya yang juga sering mengucapkan hal sama persis kepada dirinya saat mereka sedang bercinta, terutama saat hendak mencapai klimaks. Nafas Dyandra tersengal-sengal. Ia dalam kondisi shock. Matanya terbelalak. Kaki mulai terasa lemas dan berat untuk melangkah. Bahkan, tulang-tulang seolah tidak mampu lagi menopang berat badannya. Sementara itu, ia harus segera kembali ke kamar tidur lalu berpura-pura seakan ini semua tidak terjadi. Terlalu lama berada di luar kamar akan semakin meningkatkan resiko Arka mengetahui keberadaannya malam ini. Semua dilakukan hanya demi menimang seorang bayi mungil dari  Cersey, sang wanita penyedia rahim untuk disewakan. Mampukah seorang istri seperti Dyandra melewati badai pengkhianatan seperti ini? Benarkah seorang bayi bisa merekatkan semuanya? Atau, justru menghancurkan segalanya? Kadang Dyandra berpikir .... "Apakah seorang wanita yang tidak sempurna seperti aku berhak untuk bahagia?"

Apa yang akan kamu lakukan jika suamimu pulang membawa madu untukmu? Marah, meminta cerai, pergi dari rumah. Semua itu dilakukan oleh wanita bernama Hanum. Dia pergi dari rumah setelah sang suami bernama Dava menolak perceraian karena ia sangat mencintai Hanum. Namun, kekurangan yang dialami mereka, membuat keduanya tidak bisa mengelak ketika sang mertua Nani menginginkan keturunan. Iya, faktor keturunanlah yang membuat Nani memaksa Dava menikahi wanita pilihannya. Bagaimana kisah Hanum selanjutnya? Yuk langsung baca aja biar nggak penasaran!

Introducing the next chapter in the Dark Side of Fate series!Liam's heart is broken on graduation night when the father of his long-time crush decides to whisk her away for reasons best known to him. The situation gets him distraught. Suspecting she is in danger, he tries to pull the strings to help find her. In the process, he is surprised by fate as his mate shows up in the midst of everything, and he is now torn between his fated and his long-time crush. He tries to navigate through with wisdom, but love isn't a battle of will but that of the heart, and his wolf isn't relenting either.This book continues the exciting journey of the children of our beloved characters as they face challenges in their unique world.Follow Liam, the son of Tamia and Sylvester, as he deals with unexpected struggles in his life. Despite feeling sad, destiny has something special in store for him. Will it turn out to be a blessing or a curse? This story revolves around Liam's love journey.If you haven't read The Dark Side of Fate Books 1 and 2 yet, consider giving them a read. It will help you better understand the characters and their backgrounds.

After a car crash, I wake up without a scratch, but my girlfriend, Elena Reed, has amnesia. What shocks me the most is that I can hear my late grandma's voice in my head. "That shameless woman is feigning amnesia to trick Rowan! If I were still alive, I'd break her legs myself!" My eyes fly wide in disbelief. Grandma's voice keeps raging in my head. "Rowan, in your past life, Elena ruined you. You had miserable years with her and nearly died of a heart attack while she was out celebrating Miles' birthday! "Your grandpa is about to have you choose a bride. Don't pick Elena. Pick Piper. She's a good woman!" A second later, Grandpa and the elders walk into the hospital room and spread out photos of heiresses from the four great families, asking me to choose a bride. I don't even hesitate. I choose Piper Alden, the one I've been butting heads with for as long as I can remember. I've always listened to Grandma. If she says that Elena doesn't love me, then I don't want her anymore.

What a small world. As Elaine Johnson was checking in at the hotel front desk, she happened to bump into Jasper Carter's young mistress —a girl who looked like an innocent college student. She was dressed in a simple white cotton dress, pure and demure, with a shy, sweet smile. "Hello, here's your room key. You'll be staying in the executive suite on the top floor," the receptionist said. "Thank you, miss," the girl replied softly, taking the key. Just then, her phone rang. Elaine overheard her speaking bashfully to the person on the other end: "Mr. Carter, I... I'm already here. When will you be coming?" Her tone was soft, a little nervous, filled with affectionate anticipation. A moment later, Elaine heard her add, "Mhm, I'll wait for you. No rush. Please drive carefully, Mr. Carter." The girl's voice was so sweet and tender, it could have melted anyone's heart. Elaine could not help thinking that her husband had good taste — the girl was young and beautiful, gentle and thoughtful, the kind of woman any man would find hard to resist.