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When Lily Rosenfelt is eight months pregnant, Zeke Connolly brings home the woman he truly loves—Sophie Cruz, who's also eight months along. To give Sophie and the baby the recognition they deserve, he goes public with a statement saying that he and Lily are already divorced and that he'll be marrying Sophie soon. Thinking Lily is still blind, Zeke tricks her into signing the divorce papers. He even sleeps with Sophie in his own villa. What he doesn't know is that Lily has long regained her sight. When she and Sophie fall down the stairs together and Zeke, without a moment's hesitation, chooses Sophie, something in Lily breaks. She buries her love for him along with their child. It's not until she's truly gone that Zeke starts to panic.

Imagine my shock when I found out that my husband, a professor who had proudly embraced a childless life for half of his years, had an affair with one of his own students. She even had his six-year-old son. The day I planned to report him to the university, Zia Thompson came to my door with the child and knelt in front of me. "Maybe you and Zeke were in love once," she said. "But he's over forty now. Who doesn't want to have a child? A legacy?" "I don't need a title," she went on. "I can give up the child too. I just beg you, don't tear our family apart." I looked at my husband, who stood protectively in front of them. I felt terrifyingly calm. "Cut ties with them," I said, my voice flat, "or prepare to be reported to the university. You choose." Without a moment's hesitation, he tore the report letter into shreds. I thought that was his answer. But on the fifty-second night of a bed grown cold and a home echoing with silence, he still hadn't returned. Instead, I received news that Zia was pregnant again. She had graduated by then. The report I never sent no longer posed any threat to them. Zeke didn't bother to hide his fatigue and irritation anymore. "Treat Zia and the kids well," he said, "or keep living alone in that empty house. It's your choice." My heart was already a wasteland. "I have one more option," I said. "I choose divorce."

Dawn Lewis and David Empire are sweet and lovey-dovey couple since they were in college. They were so in love to each other every single day. Until one day, Dawn suddenly asking for breaks up. He wanted to end their relationship. David didn't agree, he asked Dawn what's his reasons but Dawn didn't give him answered. Then at the end, David never agree instead he walk outside their house then go somewhere to cool off his head But he didn't know that Dawn planning to leave that night. Dawn disappear in 5 years and never came back. But fate never fails. They meet again in unexpected event. They become coworkers. David become his boss. Dawn become his secretary. What will happen to their feelings? It is remaining pure or it become nothing. Is their feeling for each other has a change to forget everything in the past or it will turn everything in the past.

In a devastating betrayal, Isabella catches her husband and best friend in bed together, only to discover their complete lack of remorse. Her husband callously admits to using her for her wealth and confesses to causing the deaths of both her parents. Threatening to strip her of everything, he leaves her shattered. The same day, Isabella is falsely accused of her sister's death and unjustly imprisoned. Abandoned by those who once claimed to love her, Isabella realizes they were only interested in her for her wealth and social status. Stripped of all hope and feeling utterly helpless, she finds an unexpected ally in the man she previously rejected. His belief in her innocence inspires Isabella to regain her strength giving her a Second Chance in Life, vowing to repay his kindness and reclaim what is rightfully hers. She sets out on a mission to make her tormentors pay for their actions, determined to restore her justice and take back everything that was taken from her. Which all ended up in a Second Chance Love story with the man she previously rejected 'Gabriel Delgado'.

Before it's our turn to get our marriage registered, I beam brightly as I scoot closer to Charles Scott for our commemorative photo-taking session. But he suddenly darts away from me for no reason. "I saw you when your team was in action yesterday." I freeze momentarily. "How is that even possible? This week is filled with secretive prostitution-busting campaigns…" Charles nods lightly. "When you led your team to inspect the venue next door, I was in the middle of pinning her against the wall while screwing her brains out. "She was so nervous that she shook even more than the first time we slept together. Later on, you were summoned to another place. Only then did she have the guts to keep moaning." After following Charles' line of sight, I find myself looking at the young woman, who's currently taking photos of us with her camera. That's when my mind buzzes loudly. It's Samantha Wood, the hostage whom my dad has taken seven stabs for just to save her in a kidnapping case. Just now, Samantha was all tears and snot as she swore to me, "Nat, if he dares hurt you in any way, I'll definitely exact revenge on him, even at the cost of my life!" Charles moves to shield Samantha from my gaze, though his tone remains gentle. "It's your choice now. Do you want to continue with the process? Or do you want to take some time off to cry your heart out, and we can do this another day?" I feel my blood turning to ice at that moment. The system's warning blares loudly in my mind. "Warning—you have failed in registering your marriage with the target. The eradication protocol will be activated soon. You now have a 48-hour countdown."

Mira Leigh doesn’t have the luxury of falling apart. Not when she’s juggling jobs, raising her teenage brother, and holding together the pieces of a family wrecked by her mother’s addiction. One bad morning, and one delayed coffee order, throws her straight into the path of Cade Reeve. NBA’s highest-paid playboy. Tabloid obsession. Cade is everything she swore to avoid… but when he offers her a job as his personal assistant, the paycheck is too good to refuse. What she doesn’t see coming are the late nights, the blurred lines, and the way Cade can pull her close with one look, only to push her away the next. She’s caught in a game where the rules change without warning. And it’s costing her more than she can afford. Until Zayne Reeve. Cade’s older brother. Two brothers. Two very different kinds of love. One choice that will change everything.

"How can there be a perfect choice in this world—one that betrays neither the Sandharan Order nor the one you love?" It's a romantic line, but it has nothing to do with Rosalie Stone. Her fiance, Bradley Wakefield, is a man revered like Sandhara himself, but it's not because of her that he leaves the Sandharan Order. She thinks he will never fall in love. But later, she learns that it's just her that he won't fall for. And so, she gives up on him. She gives herself seven days to forget about Bradley.

Charlotte has loved baking since she was a young child, and now, at 20, all she wants to do is settle down and work toward saving up for her own establishment. Unfortunately for Lotte, she has baggage in the shape of her dear (crazy) Auntie, who can't settle down to save her life. As much as Charlotte would like to cut herself off from a woman who attracts trouble like ants to sugar, Romy is the only family she has left. Now, three weeks before her 21st birthday, Lotte is presented with a big surprise - A man who actually wants a serious relationship with her Aunt. Packing up for the 'millionth' time, Charlotte thinks she is once again ready to face a new adventure... Little does she know, this one will have her howling at the moon and begging for a 'beastly' good time. David is a Doctor from a small town in Colorado. A family man and widower, he appears to be a perfectly safe option for Lotte's Aunt... However, Lotte can't help shaking the feeling that David would be perfect for her, too. Following him home, her infatuation only grows as she meets his odd family, many of whom can't seem to keep their hands to themselves.

Lavender faced the ultimate betrayal after discovering that her fiancé, the man she loved most, had been using her all along. He had only dated her to seek revenge against her father and to claim everything her late mother had left her as a gift to his real fiancee. Devastated, Lavender lost everything she owned to him, and her family was plunged into dire poverty as a result. Heartbroken, she fled her past, running away from her disowned father and the agonizing pain. She dedicated her life to caring for the "blessings" her ex-fiancé had left behind. But just when Lavender thought she had found a measure of peace, everything starts falling apart again. Forced to reconcile with her ex, Lavender is torn—he is a changed man now, but to her, he remains an enemy. As her bottled-up emotions resurface, past cases reopening, and his persistent efforts to win back her affection intensify, how long can Lavender's hatred last? This book is part of a series but can be read as a standalone. Although reading this book will enlighten some parts of the second book "It Started With A Kiss". You can also find the second book on Goodnovel.

When I first caught Miles cheating on me, I pinned him down at the entrance whenever he came home every day. I would pull down his pants and spray high-concentration alcohol all over his nether regions. He always went along with it with teary eyes because he knew he had been in the wrong. He would only look at me with a pitiful gaze and coax me to stop. One day, he came home two hours late. I became mad when I smelled the perfume on him. I started taking off his belt forcefully and yelled, “Last time, when you had your fun with one woman, you came home half an hour late. “Now you’re two hours late. Talk! Did you sleep with four?” Even though he apologized to me for the twenty-ninth time, I pushed him away repeatedly. He finally raised his hand to show me the IV mark on the back of it. He snapped and screamed at me, “Enough! I was dying with a high fever, yet you haven’t even asked how I’m doing. You just fly off the handle every single day. When are you going to stop? “Fine, I got drunk and slept with someone once. Big deal. You’re not so innocent yourself. “It’s no wonder you got dragged into an alley at sixteen, stripped, and assaulted. Jenna, you’re a paranoid wreck. You may have even deserved it.” The spray bottle shattered at my feet, and the smell of alcohol caught in my throat. I was speechless. I felt exhausted when I saw his disgusted expression. I did not want this broken relationship any longer.