I'm Happy Promise

At 4:00 a.m., my husband, Rocco, gently shook me awake. His voice was a low murmur, . "Alessia, my love, could you do something for me?" But his next words shattered the illusion. "Scarlett is hungry. Go make her some seafood soup." Scarlett was our maid, and she was also Rocco's pregnant goomar. "I just had fresh seafood delivered. Get to the kitchen and make her a bowl of soup. Just for Falcone's heir." I refused, my voice cold. His anger flared in an instant. "Don't be so unreasonable, Alessia." "Is it really so hard for you to make some soup?" I shook my head, silent. He stroked my cheek, a patronizing smile playing on his lips. "Fine, Alessia. So you've learned to defy me now." "Think carefully, Alessia. Do you really want to keep your place as a Falcone?" "And your position as the family's lawyer? Think about whether you still want these… then give me your answer." Seeing the arrogance in Rocco's eyes, the last ember of love I had for this man died. I took out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in a long time. "I want out of the Falcone family."

"Mo*n louder, Raphael—let the whole palace hear who you belong to." "I hate you. *h—Xavier!" "If you hate me, then why are you drip*i*g all over my c*ck, little prince?" He’s my stepbrother. My enemy. The man I swore to ruin. I wear my pride like armor, and my hatred like a crown. He killed my mother. Stole my dreams. Took the throne I was born for. And yet, on the night I was to marry another… Xavier found me drugged and trembling—and buried himself so deep inside me, I shattered. "You were supposed to belong to him," he growled, thrusting until I sobbed, "but this h*le was made for me." I clawed at his back, cursed him, begged for more. My body? A traitor. "H*rd*r… F*ck, Xavier—d**per—" "You’ll ta*e every inch and thank me." I lied. Told the world he r***d me. Watched the king whip him bloody. It hurt to see. But revenge tasted sweeter. Later, I seduced his enemy. Let another man put a baby inside me—just to break him. But Xavier—cold, ruthless, and proud—still shields me from the shadows, even as he spits hate. And when he f*cks me, it’s war. "You want my hate?" he snarled, balls slapping against me, "Then take it. Take every inch until you forget how to lie." We are poison—dripping obsession, burning pride. And we’ll burn down heaven if it means one more night like this.

Artificial Intelligence in a Cultivation World.A boy who has nothing has been suddenly gifted with an OP system.Join his journey in the countless realms of reality and discover not only the mysteries of creation but also the secrets behind the enigmatic Immortal Maker“Nameless One” that granted him this mystical power. ^_^

An ordinary girl who can be defined by one word; adventurous...and well, maybe a little bit of rebellious. It's one thing that can set her soul free from everything. A boy who is known for three words; the sheriff's son. In other words—well-behaved. What happens when these two people collide? Have you ever painted a graffiti on a wall? Ever destroyed a Lamborghini? Or even try to outrun drug dealers? Well, he's about to experience that with her as The Three A.M Getaway begins.

Aristotle Napoleon Higgins is one of the most eligible bachelors in the country. He promised himself not to marry anyone but his grandfather is not having it. He wants him to marry a fine woman and have kids before he reaches 30 and threaten to disown him and remove all of his assets. He knew that his grandfather is not kidding at all so he use all of his connection to find a woman of his taste to act as bride on his "wedding day".

He was a god. Untouchable. Forbidden. Deadly. For centuries, Damian Blackthorn walked among mortals, hiding his true nature behind a mask of cold perfection. Bound by a divine law never to interfere, he had one rule: humans were not his to save. Until the night he saw her. Nanya was nothing special—just a regular girl, late, tired, and vulnerable. She should have died in that dark alley. Damian should have walked away. But against his will, against every law written in blood and fire, he saved her. And that one reckless act changed everything. Now, Nanya carries the mark of a god. His power burns in her veins, tying her fate to his, making her both irresistible and forbidden. She is his salvation… and his curse. He swore never to love a mortal. She never believed in gods. But in the shadows of desire and danger, doom tastes a lot like destiny. 🔥🔥🔥

My husband's childhood sweetheart is a fake heiress. She and I are abducted at the same time. But when my husband, a doctor, arrives at the scene of the abduction with a medical team, he chooses to save her first. My legs have been broken, and I struggle to stay afloat in the ocean. I'm on the brink of death, and I beg him to save me and the child in my belly. He merely looks at me. Before leaving, he almost generously helps me call 911. Then, he says, "It's disgusting that you're lying about being pregnant just to save yourself. I've repaid you for saving my life—come to the hospital later today to sign the divorce papers." After listening to his words, I remove the hearing aid from my right ear with a trembling hand.

My billionaire dad chooses a husband for me. People claim that Sebastian Lambert is a fine gentleman who's absolutely in awe of me. He seems easy enough to deal with, so I agree to the marriage. The wedding is held at the biggest hotel my family owns. On the big day, as I push open the doors in my wedding dress, a bucket of foul-smelling blood comes crashing down on me. The scene inside is even more horrifying. What was supposed to be a pure and romantic ceremony is now decorated with giant spiders and cockroaches. Grotesque clown faces grin at me from the walls. At the altar, there's a black coffin. Sebastian's adoptive sister, Ruth Lambert, strolls over with a group of people. She covers her mouth in fake surprise as she remarks, "Oh my, Claudia, you look like a pathetic mutt right now!" Laughter erupts around me. Holding my anger back, I coldly reply, "All of you, get out." She crosses her arms, arrogantly looking down at me as if she's on some pedestal. "Come on, Claudia. Seb personally asked me to surprise you. I put in a lot of effort to decorate your little wedding. You're telling me to get out? I don't even get a 'thank you'? Do you need me to teach you some manners?" She signals to the people next to her, and two of them step forward, trying to force me to my knees. Stunned for a few seconds, I pull out my phone and call Sebastian. "Is this the so-called surprise you had your sister prepare for me? Forcing me to kneel before her?"

Beverly Sinclair and Evan Gray have loved each other for ten years, and they've been married for six. To everyone else, Evan seems madly in love with Beverly. He's devoted, gentle, and basically the perfect husband. But it's only when his mistress shows up at her door that Beverly realizes it was all a cruel joke. He's been cheating for five years, and he even has an illegitimate child. He keeps the other woman right under Beverly's nose, all while wearing the mask of a loving husband. He says he loves her—even more than life itself. But how is this love? Evan hides behind layers of fake affection, dragging everyone around him into the charade, all so he can build the illusion of a perfect marriage. Even Beverly's son has been lying to her. It's a double betrayal from father and son, especially when they act like the mistress is the one who completes the family. Utterly devastated, Beverly decides she's done with this. She returns to her classified team and leaves behind the absurd, hollow life that never truly belonged to her. When the one-month notice period ends, she disappears completely, vanishing from the world without a trace. From that moment on, Evan never sees Beverly again. ... Evan loves Beverly to his core. He was just too afraid to lose her, yet that fear turned their marriage into a tragedy. He thought he hid it well. He thought their marriage was still blissful and that the woman he loved so deeply would never discover the truth. But it's only after Beverly vanishes from his world that he realizes just how wrong he was. Evan breaks down, losing his sanity. He gives up everything. He jumps through hoops and kneels before every god he can find, begging for just one more glance from her. With red eyes and shaking hands, he pleads, "Can you please... love me once more?" However, the truth is that a late apology is worth less than nothing. Beverly already has someone new in her life. There's no place left for Evan or their son.

It's a coalition of parallel worlds trying to survive a new and uncertain phase called marriage. It's the hurting, The loving, It's the sex, The secrets, It's the moment they said I DO. *** Marrying a billionaire and going from rags to riches wasn't at all what Dawn had foretold for herself but when the former becomes the latter, she finds herself sharing vows with a retired fuckboy who has quite the reputation in slutry. However, as time progresses, the newlyweds both realize that; it isn't what happens on the outset that matters, it's the rest of the other days when you have to live in a whole new world called marriage—where sometimes the steamy sex and miscellaneous extravaganzas aren't enough to keep the secrets at bay.