His Deep Regret Novel

At nine months pregnant, I suffered an unexpected miscarriage. My husband, Graham Pearson, fought back his own grief as he comforted me. He would whisper to me every day, trying to soothe my shattered heart, "Whitney, we will have children again someday. Our little angel was here for a while, and next time, we'll make sure we hold onto them..." Under Graham's careful care, I slowly began to pull myself out of the numb fog I'd been trapped in. But then, a month later, I overheard him talking to one of his friends. "If Whitney finds out the baby didn't actually die and that you've let Cassidy raise him, don't you think she'll flip out? You've worked so hard to get where you are; you can't let this mess it all up." Graham casually flicked his cigarette, his voice almost detached as he waved a hand dismissively. "Cassidy can't have kids, but she loves children. If this baby brings her joy, it's a blessing for the child, too. "I might never get the chance to be with Cassidy, but letting her raise my son, in some way, feels like a kind of fulfillment..." The truth hit me like a frozen wave, paralyzing me in place. It turned out this whole ordeal had been part of Graham's plan from the start.

After being married for three years, I was very satisfied with my life. My husband was handsome, caring, gentle, emotionally stable, and never lost his temper with me. That was until the day when I saw my kind husband cornering his true love. He asked angrily, "You were the one who decided to marry someone else, what right have you got to ask me to do anything?" Only then did I realize that he could be emotionally unstable when he was truly in love with someone. I knew my place, so I decided to divorce my husband and disappear from his life. A lot of people said that Ryan had gone mad and that he was turning the whole Jelaston upside down just to find me. I felt that it was impossible for someone so emotionally stable as Ryan to go crazy. Not to mention the fact that I was just an ex-wife that he didn't really care about. Sometime later, he saw me standing next to another man. He grabbed my wrists and pleaded with red eyes, "I'm sorry, Charlotte. Please come back to me." Only then did I realize that what I heard other people talking about wasn't just a rumor. Ryan really had gone mad.

My boyfriend, Christopher Linden, was short of 20 thousand dollars for his medical treatment. To get the money as soon as possible, I participated in a rich man's game onboard a lavish cruise. I didn't bat an eye as I jumped into the ocean to search for a bracelet one of their female companions had dropped in the water. As I choked on the ocean water, I heard the man in the lead mock me, saying, "I've seen plenty of the dirty things people are willing to do for money, but you take the cake. You're even willing to give up your life for it." Someone teased, "Your girlfriend doesn't like money and is willing to forgo everything to care for you. Do you love her?" He snorted. "She's just a peasant from the countryside; I'm only fooling around with her. You have no idea how coarse her hands are—they disgust me whenever she touches me. How could I possibly fall for her?" I turned ashen at his words. He was Christopher, who was supposed to be wheelchair-bound. He was also supposed to be too broke for surgery. The peasant from the countryside he was talking about was me.

When the flood hit, my husband, Patrick Holmes, who was part of the rescue team, stood between me and his first love, Victoria Clarke, torn with hesitation written all over his face. Without thinking twice, I shoved the only lifebuoy into Victoria's arms. In my previous life, Patrick had handed the lifebuoy to me instead and stayed behind with Victoria, choosing to die alongside her. Just before they both drowned, rescuers arrived in the nick of time and pulled him out, but Victoria didn't make it—she drowned that day. After that, he devoted himself completely to me, taking care of me in every moment of our daily lives. I had thought that the disaster made him cherish me more, but I was wrong—so terribly wrong. While I was hospitalized, Patrick unplugged my oxygen tank himself. He hissed, "If you hadn't insisted on going home to rest that day, I wouldn't have been torn on who to save, and she wouldn't have died. Now, you'll atone to her in the afterlife." I struggled helplessly as my vision blurred and death crept in. Then, everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day the flood began.

The fifth year of my marriage to Silas marked a turning point I would never forget. Our son, Yael, was kidnapped. The ransom was set at ten million dollars, an insignificant amount for Silas, yet his response chilled me to the core. “No rush. A Gardner needs to experience some hardships to grow.” Ten million meant nothing to him, but Yael’s life meant everything to me. I dropped to my knees, tears streaming down my face, and begged him relentlessly, pleading for Yael to be brought home as soon as possible. Silas, however, remained unmoved. Three days later, Yael was returned to us, but the cheerful boy I knew was gone. He had been so traumatized that he could not speak. Far from showing concern, Silas coldly remarked, “Yuna said Yael keeps telling everyone at school she’s a fatherless child. Let’s see how he spreads lies now.” His words cut through me like a knife. I picked Yael up in my arms and whispered softly in his ear, “Don’t be afraid, Yael. Mommy will take you away from here.”

“ I didn’t do it” “ I didn’t kill her.” “ Believe me I’m your mate!“ She cried and she begged but no one heard a single plea that escaped her lips. Not even her mate who stared at her like she was a criminal. “Logan, please..please..” “ Levy Harlow, under the charges of betraying your pack and leaving your future Luna unattended, I punish you with seven years of imprisonment!” Her mate didn’t listen to her pleas and nor did her family. With just a few words she was trapped in hell for seven years where she was played by the wardens as if she was their toy. In seven years, Levy not only lost an eye but she lost something more, her heart and soul. And just when she thought that she will be free off everything, he came looking for her. Her mate, her tormentor but this time she was ready to fight back. No longer as weak as once she was, she will retaliate against everything that once condemned her to hell, and she will find her happiness even without her mate. But what will Levy do if her mate came asking for forgiveness, asking her to let him in her and their unborn child’s life?

BLURB: How far would you go for love? For Diana, she would jump into a fire to save the man she loved – and she did. But all she got in return was betrayal. The scars the flames imprinted on her body were nothing compared to the wounds he left on her heart, leaving her in a state of anguish and hatred, not just to him, but herself. Then on one night, at a bar, in an attempt to forget her pain, she meets a handsome stranger whom she feels instant attraction for, the sparks could not be ignored. The passion driven kiss they shared haunted her for months. an unforgettable moment she tried to push to the back of her mind– until she goes for a meeting to plan an event for none other than the handsome stranger- who happens to be her ex fiancés boss. Will she allow herself to love again? Or would she hold on to the past? If she could go that far for love…how far would she go for revenge?

I thought I had it all. I thought I’d finally cracked the code. I thought my mom was wrong when she said all men are the same-that all men are scum and will leave you without notice. Well, the saying “Mama knows best…” I learned it the hard way. Because indeed, Mama knows best. I should’ve listened when she warned me. I should’ve been more cautious. After two years of marriage, Nate decided he didn’t want me anymore, and I don’t even deserve to know why. That night, he took everything from me. He turned everyone against me. And just when I thought life was going back to normal, when I was finally picking up the broken pieces, he comes knocking. “I’m sorry, Elara. I want you back. Please, come back to me,” Nate pleads. “I will do whatever you want me to do.”

Elise is an unemployed woman from the modern world and she transmigrated to the book "The Lazy Lucky Princess." She hated the book because of its cliché plot and the unexpected dark past of the protagonist-Alicia, an orphan who eventually became the Saint of the Empire. Alicia is a lost noble but because of her kind and intelligent nature the people naturally love and praise her including Elise. When Elise wakes up in the body of the child and realizes that she was reincarnated to the book she lazily read, she struggles on how to survive in the other world and somehow meets the characters and be acquainted with them. She tried to change the flow of the story but the events became more dangerous and Elise was reminded why she hated the original plot. Then Alicia reaches her fifteen birthday. The unexpected things happened when Elise was bleeding in the same spot Alicia had her wound. Elise also has the golden light just like the divine power of the Saint. "You've gotta be kidding me!"

"Sierra, what we have between us stops today. She's back," he looked at me calmly. “The woman at the restaurant is Cassie?” I pretended to be clueless. I didn't want divorce. “Yes and she’s back, you know what that means right?” He looked at me seeking confirmation but I played dumbfounded. “What happens to us, what we’ve built?” “There’s no us Sierra, when are you going to get that through your head, I’ve never lied to you about my feelings for Cassie,” he said still no emotion in his eyes. “But you married me, I’m your wife now,” I muttered in a low tone, as much as I wanted to shout I still was in a lot of pain. ** Son of the richest family in the city, Damian made his name on his own as one of the most successful lawyers, instead of taking over his father's business. He is the dream lover: rich, dominant, protective, loyal —IF he loves you, I was unfortunate as I am not the one he loved. ******* After Damian ended their marriage for his ex, Cassie, Sierra moved to Texas to start anew. Only for her to return five years later as a rich, successful woman and a mother of triplets. The triplets looked exactly like Damian. Damian’s dormant heart beat again after seeing her, he wanted a second chance; was Sierra willing to forgive him after what he made her go through? Was she willing to throw the cold aura she built around herself, will he be able to win her heart again now that secrets left buried were hatched and most importantly was Cassie going to lose Damian without a fight? The answer is no. How will Damian and Sierra overcome it? Or will they ever?