Novel & Cerita His Regret, Her Name, My Freedom

"You owe me, Isabel. I married you just for revenge." Emerson's cold voice cut through me. The man I loved betrayed me in the most ruthless way imaginable. In his heart, I was never more than a shadow of his first love, Lilith—the woman who destroyed my life. After the heartbreak of losing my baby, the diagnosis of a malignant tumor was another cruel blow. But Emerson wasn't done. He delivered one final, devastating strike: my father, now in a vegetative state, might have committed an unforgivable crime. The weight of it all nearly crushed my will to live. Yet when I finally walked away, Emerson became desperate to win me back. But why? Wasn’t this exactly what he wanted all along?

[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT, VIOLENCE, AND MALE PREGNANCY] The hitman finally spoke, sounding genuinely confused. “Pregnant…? Fred, how the fuck can a man get pregnant?” “I don’t know!” I yelled, voice cracking. “But he will. That’s why Father always hated him. That’s why he wanted him gone—but he couldn’t kill his wife’s offspring. I was trying to help. I was trying to make it happen so we could finally be free of him!” “Fred… you’re losing your goddamn mind,” the hitman muttered. “I think you need to—” A furious scream tore through the room. “FRED, YOU BASTARD! HOW DARE YOU!” _______ It was just one steamy night with mafia boss Damien that ruined Elias forever—his seed taking root where

He rejected her when she was weak. She rose when he lost her. Now the Alpha kneels before the Luna he broke.

"Boss ! We found the woman " One his men says to him. " Send her address to me? " There is more information sir, we found her with two kids that look like you" She is the poor but landed in a school for the poor through scholarship. She is the most beautiful and the best student in school. He is the heir to his dad's property but a dullard, he is a playboy and the hottest boy in school. He bully's her , taunt her for being poor but things changed when she won a contest the most beautiful girl in school. He ask her to be his homecoming date but she refuses, no one has ever refuse him in the school except her because of this he chooses to teach her a lesson which made drop out fr

When Asher Terrell's family crumbled into bankruptcy, I stood steadfast by his side. We lived in a dank basement, where I toiled through three jobs to help clear their crushing debts. He bounced back and proposed, promising me a true home. Three years into our marriage, I discovered the deed to our house bore the name of his first love. "This is what I owe her," he confessed. Swallowing my pain, I nodded and pushed forward a photo from back when we were crammed in that basement, with a whole table piled high with debt notices. "You've paid your debt to her with our house," I said. "But what about the debt you owe me?"

The Andersons' rule was simple and brutal: the inheritance passed to sons, never daughters. So, I lived as a man for ten years. Even Winston Quinn, the one I had been promised to since childhood, had no idea. To him, I was just his best friend. After taking control of everything, I was finally ready to tell him the truth. Before I could say a word, Winston grabbed my arm, smiling like he couldn't be happier. "Sam, there's something I've been keeping from you. Louise quietly came back last month. We're getting married! She really looks like you." My whole body went rigid. That “sister” I had made up, the one who was supposedly recovering overseas? Before I could react, a woman who look

“I can never consent to that, never! He will pay for every one of his actions. I don't care if he pays the hard way,” I snapped, feeling utterly devastated. My heart beat like a thousand drumsticks clattering. ****** A heart-wrenching tale of love and betrayal, broken trust, and shattered hopes, reaffirming the intricate webs of deceit that lurk within the desires of love. Olivia is caught between the life she always desired and the one she currently has, which is the complete opposite. Feeling utterly broken and shattered, she decides to let go of the one man who ever meant everything to her after he asked for a divorce, accusing her of infidelity. She was pregnant with his child, bu

Today is my wedding day. When we reach the ring-swapping ceremony, my wife, Ariana Holmes, suspends the ceremony for three minutes, simply because a man has barged into the venue. He glares at Ariana darkly. "Ariana Holmes, you've tattooed my heart on your chest, yet now you're marrying another man? Are you forcing me to carve my heart out of your body?" As soon as his words fall, he lifted the blade in his hand. Realization dawns on me. It turns out that the heart tattooed on Ariana's chest isn't mine, but rather, her first love's. At that moment, Ariana, who was all docile and quiet earlier, shudders violently. She slides the ring onto my finger haphazardly before rushing toward Iva

My fated mate, Alpha Cullen, fell for the lies of his first love, Donna, and planned to kill me. But in a twist of fate, we were ambushed by rogues and died together. But with his last breath, he whispered another woman's name: Donna. In that moment, I knew the truth—it had always been her, his real love. When the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance, I was reborn on the day I first met him. One look at the hatred in his eyes, and I knew: he had been reborn, too. So before he could speak, I rejected him in front of the entire pack. Years later, when we met again, he sneered that I was nothing more than a pathetic rogue who tinkered with flowers. But he didn't know I had found a new mate:

I was dying of kidney failure. Henry Colombo—the ruthless Mafia heir who once swore he’d burn the world to keep me alive— found me a donor. But the price… was her. Susan Miller, the woman who’d always lingered between us, smiled as she set her terms: “Be mine for one month. Pretend you love me—and I’ll save her life.” He agreed. He said it was just to save me. But every lie, every kiss, every photo she posted online was another nail in my coffin. Each time the surgery drew near, she invented a new delay—a fever, a nightmare, a tender bruise. And Henry believed her. He always believed her. The night my heart flatlined on the operating table, he was across the city, feeding her grapes und