He Loves Me Book

เด็กสาวที่อยู่ในวัยสดใส มีความมุ่งมั่นในสิ่งที่ตัวเองทำ มีความเชื่อในโชคชะตา เป็นความน่ารักสดใสของทุกคนในบ้านแต่แล้วความสดใสก็ถูกพังทลายลงเพียงเพราะความแค้นของเขา "ถ้าพี่ไม่ได้รักหนูก็ปล่อยหนูไปสักทีได้ไหมคะ" "พี่โซ่กับพี่ไนท์มีความแค้นอะไรกับพี่ชายเดลกันแน่!" เขาผู้มีนิสัยเคร่งขรึม ไม่ยอมคน และเป็นพี่ชายที่น่ารักให้กับน้องสาวคนเดียวของเขา "นิรา" เขารักและคอยเป็นทั้งพ่อทั้งแม่ในเวลาเดียวกัน เพราะพ่อแม่ได้เสียไปในช่วงที่เขาอายุได้เพียง15 ปีเขาจึงต้องดิ้นรนและสร้างมันเพื่อน้องสาวของเขา แต่ทุกสิ่งทุกอย่างที่ทำกลับพังลงหลังได้รู้ข่าวร้ายว่าน้องสาวถูกรถชนเสียชีวิตแต่กลับจับผู้ก่อเหตุไม่ได้ "เพราะพี่มึงมันหน้าตัวเมียไงไม่กล้าแม้แต่ออกมายอมรับผิด ครอบครัวมึงก็ห่วงแต่หน้าตาวงตระกูล แล้วน้องกูล่ะ!" "กูจะทำให้มันเจ็บปวดพอๆกับกู และมึงคือผู้โชคดี" "มึงสมควรโดนแล้ว อย่ามาตีหน้าซื่อ ต่อให้มึงกระอักเลือดตายตรงหน้ากู กูก็ไม่คิดจะมองมึงด้วยซ้ำ" "กูไม่ควรรู้สึกแบบนี้ดิว่ะ ทำไมกูถึงเจ็บแบบนี้ว่ะไอไนท์!"

My whole family only ever loved my younger sister, Carrie Brooks. Carrie had a crush on my fiancé, Josh Beaumont. On my wedding day, my mother pressed a knife to her throat, forcing me to give Josh to Carrie. "The fortune teller said Carrie's illness will get better if she gets married," Mom pleaded. "You're healthy. You'll find someone else." My brother, Nick Jansen chimed in. "Grace, don't be so selfish. Hurry up and take off the dress. Carrie's thinner than you. Make sure you don't stretch it out." Even Josh said, "Carrie doesn't have much time left. But Grace… we still have our whole lives ahead of us." They didn't know. The one who was truly dying… was me.

Robin leaned close to my ears and whispered the words that only made me stiff and froze my heart. He leans back but while doing so, his lips brushed against mine and a smile escaped his lips, he left my chin and walked away whistling to himself. I just couldn’t move, the touch of his lips that were on mine yet again clouded my mind and the words he whispered in my ears just kept on resounding as silence filled the air where I stood, only the words he had just said arrogantly, yet sweetly, played on in my head. You belong to me and no one else!

Adam approached Nora, a chubby girl with acne, to use as a bet. Unfortunately, Nora became pregnant and Adam left her, asking her to have an abortion. Nora went back to her hometown and gave birth to her child there. Years later, Nora returned as a person who was almost unrecognisable.

My Three Loves This is the powerful, personal account of my journey and the vital lessons learned through three pivotal loves. My First Love, Kaden, taught me how to love openly. The relationship with Raymond, the dark Lesson, shattered my self-worth, forcing me to find the strength to survive and establish boundaries. I found my Coming Home in Noah, a steady, inevitable return who became my anchor for healing. Together, we rebuilt our lives, culminating in the birth of our children. The story affirms that every past heartbreak and choice was necessary, proving that nothing, in the end, was wasted.

A family that he can say his own, a wife, children that can make his life complete as a man. Iyon ang tanging hangad ni Angelo sa kaniyang sarili, pero hindi niya akalain na mahirap pala itong makuha. Namatay nang maaga ang kaniyang nobya, matapos isilang ang bunga ng kanilang pagmamahal. Sinabi niyang hindi na niya bubuksan ang puso para umibig pa. Naging malamig siya sa lahat, naging manhid. Hanggang sa makilala niya si Ms. Loraine, ang kalaona’y magiging teacher ng kaniyang anak. Can he hold his promise when his heart is now changing its beat every time, they met their eyes? Can Angelo hold his heart not to love again?

My husband is known as a ruthless CEO, but somehow, he is tender and warm with me. I'm passionate about art restoration, especially antique paintings, so he transforms his private collection room into a professional-grade studio just for me. He even brings in top experts to mentor me. Once, I spent three sleepless nights restoring a rare 12th-century painting. He ends up buying the entire museum that the painting belongs to, just so I can study it without restrictions. To marry me, he goes head-to-head with his powerful family, even stages a hunger strike, until they finally give in. At our engagement party, he gets down on one knee in front of everyone and says, "Ash, you deserve nothing but the best in this world." The ring he designs himself has an engraving on the inside that says, "Art brought us together, love holds us forever." Everyone says Vincent Hawthorn loves me like a maniac, and I believe it—until I restore one of his late mother's paintings…

After five years with Nathaniel Sinclair, Sylvia Garner thought their love would lead to a lifelong commitment. But when Nathaniel postponed their wedding, her world began to crumble. At a private club, Sylvia stumbled upon a scene that shattered her heart—Nathaniel down on one knee, proposing to another woman. “You’ve been with Sylvia for five years, but now you’re suddenly marrying Vivian Hayes. Aren’t you afraid she’ll be upset?” someone asked. Nathaniel shrugged it off. “Vivian is ill; this is her dying wish. Sylvia loves me too much to leave.” The whole world knew Sylvia loved Nathaniel to the point of obsession, believing she couldn’t live without him. But this time, he was wrong. On the day of his wedding, he told his friend, “Keep an eye on Sylvia. Don’t let her know I’m marrying someone else!” His friend froze. “Sylvia is getting married today too. Didn’t you know?” At that moment, Nathaniel broke down.

I loved Killian Joe for ten years. I married him when he was nothing—fought for him, covered his mistakes, and built his empire beside him. But he repaid me with betrayal: a mistress, a child, and silence when I begged him to choose me. Now he wants me to stay. But I didn’t walk away to be begged. I walked away to win. I’m not the girl who cried behind closed doors anymore. I’m the woman who owns the building. And the man I once loved? He’ll have to watch me become the thing he fears most— Untouchable.

I can’t tell if we’re at war… or dancing around something far more dangerous. Getting traded to the Montreal Bears should’ve been a dream come true, the team I grew up idolizing, the jersey I always wanted to wear. Except there’s one problem. Luca Moretti. The NHL’s notorious bad boy. My new right wing. And the one man who’s made it his mission to outshine me at every turn. Too bad for him I’m faster, sharper, and my numbers don’t lie. Not that I’m competing. I’d never sink to his level. He’s reckless, infuriating, and impossible to ignore a storm of chaos that throws me completely off balance. When we’re not clashing on the ice, he pushes my buttons with teasing nicknames like Princess, Pretty Boy, and Babygirl. I hate it. I swear I do. So why does my body react like I don’t? Contain Explicit Content