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Celeste thought she was just planning one big corporate event until a late-night meeting with a cold, ruthless billionaire CEO turned her life upside down. Julian Sterling never did relationships especially not with the woman who could disrupt his world. But one night of heat, and everything changed. Now, Celeste is pregnant. And despite every reputation that hangs over his name, Julian offers her one brutal solution: a contract marriage to protect them both. As they settle into cold formality, what blooms in between boardroom exchanges, midnight admissions, and office-after-hours confessions is something neither expected. But nothing is easy when pride, ambition, and a messy past keep both of them trapped. With twists, misunderstanding after misunderstanding, financial games, and stolen moments that crack their walls, Celeste and Julian must answer one question: can a marriage built on convenience become real love? One contract. One baby. One impossible connection.

My husband, an anesthesiologist, deliberately increases the sedative dosage on an accident victim so he can get a new heart for his first love, Selena Quigley. After her operation, he cares for her and celebrates her rebirth. He only remembers to contact me after she's recovered. "It's been three months since we saw each other, honey. You shouldn't be mad anymore, right? Why don't you book a flight for tomorrow so you can come home? I'll pick you up at the airport." I won't be going home anymore, though. Not now, not forever. I've already died on his operating table.

After my mother shot down my pleas to cover my medical bills the 100th time, I clutched my bone cancer diagnosis papers and trudged to the crematorium. "Hi, I'd like to reserve a cremation slot ahead of time," I muttered to the clerk. Half an hour ticked by before my parents and adopted brother arrived in their car. My dad, a forensic pathologist, cracked me across the face. "You're pulling a fake-death stunt now, just to steal the spotlight from your brother?" My mom, a hospital director, snatched the papers from my hands and shredded them into confetti. "Faking records using my credentials and tying up hospital resources? You've crossed the line!" My brother cried, tugging at their sleeves. "It's all my fault. I'll skip the amusement park forever. I don't need a thing. Just quit riling up Mom and Dad." I spun around, my hand pressed against my throbbing chest, and begged the crematorium staff. "Please, when it's time, cremate me and scatter the ashes in the river. I've got no family left in this world."

They are happily married. She loves him , he doesn't love her but she is the most important person for him in the whole world. They are happy and content in their life , but he is holding a secret that will destroy their happy life. What will happen when the truth will come out. Willl she stays or leaves him .Read to know

On our wedding day, Carter Hall's father took his own life in our new home. He left a suicide note, blaming me for his death. From that day forward, Carter despised me to the core. He said, "Lindsey Thomson, you deserve to rot in hell, atoning for your sins for the rest of your life." Eventually, just as he wished, I wandered the streets, mute and half-insane, living a life worse than a stray dog. But then, he regretted it.

By the third year of my marriage to Daniel Hawthorne, the war had already taken more than it ever returned, and this time it took his younger brother, Thomas Hawthorne. My sister-in-law, Eleanor, collapsed, and in the weeks that followed she tried to follow her husband into death— once with sleeping pills, once by the river beyond the officers’ quarters— only to be dragged back both times, each time clinging to me afterward as though I were the last thing keeping her grounded. I stayed with her, wiped her tears, and whispered that Thomas would want her to live, until the day she received the test results confirming she was three months pregnant, and the grief of losing her husband was slowly softened by the arrival of new life. I smiled too, believing grief had finally loosened its grip. That night, holding my own pregnancy test in my hand and thinking it was finally time to tell Daniel, I passed the study and heard his friend say quietly, “She’s carrying your child. You convinced the doctors to adjust the timeline so everyone would believe the baby belonged to your brother. Aren’t you afraid Margaret will find out?” Daniel didn’t hesitate. “She won’t,” he said calmly. “She loves me. She wouldn’t leave. I won’t let her know.” I didn’t step inside. I didn’t confront him. Instead, I opened the letter I had received weeks earlier— an official deployment order from the international medical corps, assigning me to a frontline war zone— and tapped Accept.

What do you do when the mate you love gets another she-wolf pregnant after a drunken night? This is my new reality. In the face of this, he firmly said, "Keep the pup, and we can still go back to how things were." I could not believe my ears. Shaking my head, I asked him to choose. "Between me and the pup, who do you choose?" I said to him. All I got was silence. His blank face broke me. I could not believe he couldn’t answer. But his silence was enough of an answer for me. So I left, and he regretted it.

It was a godforsaken dare. If anyone asked Knox why he created a fake profile to mess with the most insufferable bastard alive—his emotionally constipated, tyrannical military captain, Victor Wallace—he’d blame his roommate. Stupid dare. Simple mission. Pretend to be a woman, reel the bastard in, and wreck him. Easy, right? Wrong. What started as a joke spiralled into late-night messages, dangerous vulnerability, and a slow-burning obsession Knox didn’t see coming. Victor wasn’t supposed to open up. Knox wasn’t supposed to care. And yet—here they are, stuck together in a steel tomb of chain-of-command and unchecked tension, where one wrong word could start a fire. It was supposed to ruin Victor. Now it’s ruining Knox. Because when you play games with monsters, don’t be shocked when one starts looking back in the mirror. This was never just a dare. Now it’s war. Read and find out.

On the night I discovered my husband, Charles Lockheart's affair with the secretary, Whitney Keaton, both of them ended up dying in a fire. I was left with a pair of twins. Despite my family's objections, I decided to adopt the twins. For the next 18 years, I put in all of my resources, blood, sweat, and tears to raise them. Finally, they are accepted into Hallwood College, a globally prestigious college. But on the day the twins get into Hallwood College, Charles and Whitney, who are supposedly dead, make a shocking appearance before us. Whitney links arms with Charles, a wide smile on her face. "As expected of our biological sons! They really are amazing for getting accepted into Hallwood College! It's all thanks to you raising our sons that we got to spend so many years in our honeymoon phase!" Charles wears a victorious and smug look. He doesn't feel guilty in the slightest for faking his death. "Let's get a divorce, Brittany. Now is the best time for the twins to be reunited with Whitney and me." Everyone turns to look at me, waiting for me to have an emotional breakdown. But I remain cool and composed as I reply icily, "What a coincidence. I feel the same way."

Perhaps out of mercy, Debra found herself reborn before all the tragedies—before her husband Juan drained her last bit of value and let her died miserably in childbirth on the operating table. In her last life, Debra discarded her noble status and tried everything to please Juan after marriage, groveling for his affection. Everyone in Seamar City knew that Juan's beloved was Shelia, while Debra was unfavored. In this life, Debra was determined to leave Juan. Unexpectedly, after their divorce, the husband who once despised her made a complete 180. But so what? Faced with his desperate plea for reconciliation, Debra turned around and threw herself into the arms of his archenemy. "Do you have anything to say to my ex, new love?" she asked the man standing by her side. Marion smiled with a powerful protective aura, "He can wish us a happy marriage."