He Stole Me From My Deadbeat Husband

“Stop this God forsaken wedding!!” I boom, my voice resonating through the halls of the church. Murmurs fill the air as eyes turn to me, dressed in nothing but rags. My grip tightens on the bat in my right hand. How dare they? How dare he? My eyes burn as I match forward, my body trembling with rage. “Clara, what–” His words are barely out before I send my hand forward, swinging the bat at him. Thick red blood spurts out as screams fill the air. ~~~~~ Clara Anthony thought it was love when she took the fall for a theft her husband committed just a few weeks after she gave birth. Thought she was doing the right thing for him, for them, but she was wrong because on the day she came out three years later, she found out he was getting married to her best friend of ten years. Her whole world shatters as she watches her best friend take her life, her husband, and her daughter. Left with nothing but pain and a deep ache for revenge. She teams up with the one person she swore never to look at again, the one person everyone thought was dead. Spencer Anthony, twin to her husband and her first love, the same man who left her without a word. Now he is back from the dead, not as the same man she once knew, but a cold, heartless mafia man who wants nothing but destruction. As Spencer offers her a chance to reclaim her life and daughter. Filled with nothing but hate, she takes up the offer, determined to make everyone pay. But what she didn't know when going close to Spencer was that when dining with the devil, you use a long spoon.

Ivana is forced by her father, the wealthy man in Orange County, into a contract marriage. To a man, she doesn't love, to save his collapsing company. What started as a plan thoroughly set ends tragically. Love found and lost. Ivana finds herself in between a rock and a hard place. The man he was married to turned out to be a rude, badly behaved man. Moreover, he was a spiteful and impudent ingrate who didn't seem to appreciate anything his wife or father-in-law did for him. Well, that was not new to Ivana, she only married Paul to secure her inheritance, save the company and her lover. She had married Paul to protect Sammy. What happens when Ivana finds out that Paul was cheating on him with his previous lover? That her married was only a sham? That there was a hidden motive behind their marriage? In time honored, will the tangle gets sorted out and true love wins in the end?

Mandy is a beautiful, reserved, timid and socially awkward woman. She is, however, an exceptionally good doctor who would do anything to help her patients. One day during her day off, she was surprised to receive a call from the hospital requesting her to be in the surgery theatre. She was informed that a VIP patient urgently needed her help. Alexander, the VIP patient, was in his worst state after surviving a car accident. Mandy arrived at the hospital at the right moment, and she was able to stabilize his situation. However, he was unconscious for a long time. What she did not expect was when Alex regained his consciousness, he called her his wife. Join Mandy and Alexander for a hilarious romantic comedy story where the woman unexpectedly becomes the wife of an unknown stranger. Find out how they become close and later love one another. ************* The story is under major editing! So please bare with me for a moment! Thank you... ️️️️ Dianalovesdiane

Ana tahu saat ia menanda tangani surat itu kehidupannya akan berubah 180 derajat. Dari upik abu rendahan menjadi nyonya besar istri taipan kaya raya yang tampan. Kehidupan yang tidak pernah ia berani bayangkan saat ia muda itu terjadi begitu saja ketika Hobi temannya memberi saran untuk menjadi istri sewaan pria itu. Ya, Ana sadar ia telah menjual dirinya sendiri, betapa harga diri ana hanya senilai 350jt. Meski begitu ia tidak mau menyesalinya, tidak!! memang seharusnya ia cukup tahu diri untuk tidak menyesali apapun yang sudah terjadi, lagipua jika tidak dengan cara ini. Bagaimana ia bisa menyelamatkan adiknya yang tengah kritis? Ana sadar betul semua ini demi adiknya, satu-satunya keluarga yang ia miiki, satu-satunya alasan ia menjalani hidupnya. Ana tidak akan sanggup jika adik kecilnya meninggalkannya. Ia hanya harus bertahan selama 6 bulan. Setelahnya ia ingin hidup bersama adik kecilnya dan ana tidak akan mau menikah lagi, cukup dengan merawat adiknya saja ia sudah sangat bahagia. Dan ana hanya berharap ia tidak akan pernah membiarkan perasaannya ikut bermain, karena jika itu terjadi, berarti lagi-lagi ia hanya akan merasakan pahitnya jatuh cinta.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

~𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒌-𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒌 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒌 𝒑𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂~ 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒂𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒉 𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒂𝒕. Khalisa Kaifiya Daneen, gadis berhijab tersebut terpaksa pindah dari pesantren ke sekolah modern yaitu SMA Gentara. Khalisa terpaksa menikah dengan seseorang yang selalu mengusik hidupnya karena suatu kejadian yang tak pernah disengaja. Namun mampukah Khalisa bertahan dengan suaminya yang terkenal suka gonta-ganti pacar setiap minggunya?

"Scarlet you don't know how much I miss you, I'm almost crazy thinking about you every night, I'm going crazy because I'm not next to you. I can't bear to go to you." "I can no longer restrain myself from claiming you."

In my previous life, I saved a fallen dragon prince on the day my sister and I were to choose our mates. In gratitude, he took me back to his clan and made me his concubine. A year later, I birthed a golden egg, producing a dragon heir. Overjoyed, the prince crowned me Dragon Queen on his Ascension Day, revered by all clans. Meanwhile, my sister wed a burly beastman, only to become his least favored concubine. Consumed with jealousy, she pushed me off a cliff during a ritual, ending my life. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my sister rushing toward the prince's hiding place, her intentions clear from our past life. I realized she had been reborn, too. But she didn't know that while saving the prince was simple, bearing his heir was a trial beyond measure.

Myra menikah dengan penulis novel misteri yang terobsesi dengan fantasinya sendiri yang membuat Myra terjebak dengan cinta sepihak. Regan, memiliki trauma masa lalu yang disebabkan oleh kematian orang tuanya. Ketakutannya akan orang-orang yang ingin membunuhnya membuatnya menjadi pribadi kejam. Sikapnya dingin terhadap istrinya, walaupun di balik itu semua, dia menyimpan perasaan luka yang mendalam dan hanya Myra yang mampu menyembuhkannya dan menghibur kesepiannya.