I Married My Stepdad

Eletheria Aurelius was bound to be married to a famous, rich and powerful man. But the problem is she doesn't even know him. When she learns of her parents’ plan to marry her to a mysterious man, she walks out. As she walked out, she went to a hotel where she had someone to share it with. She has a roommate. And that roommate of her became the bridge for her to be free from her supposed to be marriage. She left their city and had her adventure. But she had a place she wanted to go but it was exclusively for the Ferrer family. The Paradise de la Ferrer. She desperately searched for a way to get into that exclusive place until she met an arrogant man, Acanthus Ferrer. She was annoyed with the man but she could think of no other way to enter that place. Until one day, she just found herself signing a marriage contract and agreeing to the man’s wishes. "I left and walked away because I ran away from my marriage. Then, what? Suddenly, I'm married ?!"

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.

Selina Okoye lost everything when her father was falsely accused of fraud by Raymond Bellington—the powerful CEO of Bellington Holdings. The scandal sent her family into ruins and took her father’s life. Years later, Selina is forced into a strategic marriage to Adrian Bellington, Raymond’s only son and heir to the same empire that destroyed her family. Cold, calculated, and quietly noble, Adrian agrees to the union for his own reasons—an inheritance clause that demands he marries before taking over the company. Determined to never forgive the Bellingtons, Selina plans to endure the marriage for the sake of her family’s survival and leave when the time is right. But Adrian is nothing like his father. And as cracks form in her hate, feelings she thought were impossible begin to grow. Just when trust begins to bloom, Selina uncovers a dark family secret—one that threatens to break everything they’ve started to build. Can two enemies-turned-strangers find love in a marriage built on pain? Or will the past destroy their future before it even begins?

When Layla Beth returns from London for her sister’s wedding, she expects chaos—just not this kind. Her sister Yuri met Xavier Russell only six months ago, and now, on the wedding day, Yuri vanishes—leaving Xavier abandoned at the altar and their families in scandal. To protect their reputation, Layla’s mother forces her into Yuri’s place. In one night, Layla goes from the guest to the bride. Now married to her sister’s fiancé, Layla is trapped in a storm of secrets, betrayal, and forbidden desire. Xavier is cold, controlled, impossible to read—but the spark between them burns too hot to ignore. And as Layla falls deeper into Xavier’s dangerous world, she begins to wonder: did Yuri really run away… or was this twisted fate always meant for her?

Having a crush on someone and getting married to him is supposed to be the best thing ever happened to you. But what if he happens to love your sister and destiny chooses you as his bride. His replaced bride_

Apa yang kamu rasakan saat kamu diminta menggantikan saudaramu di hari pernikahannya? Kaget, kecewa, atau marah? Itulah yang dirasakan oleh Nada Inayah Gunawan. Akibat Nadia Kamila Gunawan, kakaknya kabur dari rumah, Nada yang harus menjadi pengantin wanita pengganti untuk Alfarezel Narendra. Padahal yang Nada tahu, Nadia dan Alfa sudah berpacaran selama lima tahun dan siap untuk menikah. Nada dan Alfa yang merasa tak siap menjalani pernikahan ini akhirnya membuat kesepakatan untuk tidak tidur sekamar dan tidak mencampuri urusan masing-masing. Ketika Nada perlahan mulai mencintai Alfa dengan segala kelebihan dan kekurangannya, Nadia muncul kembali dan ingin merebut Alfa dari Nada. Di sinilah Nada diuji, apakah ia akan bertahan atau menyerah.

“I’ll give you one chance, Li,” he spat. “Prove it’s mine. Prove you didn’t cheat—right here. Right now.” My stomach dropped. Gasps swallowed the room. “Bastard,” I whispered. Then came the final blow. Uniformed officers stepped forward. “Mrs. Hale, you’re under arrest for corporate espionage.” Five years ago, Cassian Hale destroyed my life, divorcing me publicly, framing me for crimes I didn’t commit, all while cheating with his manipulative secretary, Scarlett Reed. I survived. I thrived. I married his greatest rival, Tristan Valenti. Now I’m back. A ruthless CEO with a secret son he never knew existed, I have one mission: revenge. And I won’t stop until he pays—for the betrayal, the lies, and the life he tried to steal from me. Once I'm done with his cheating ass and his sorry excuse of a side chick, they will wish I was dead.

My life was about to be complicated. Meeting a stupidly hot guy after a missed flight, and a kiss that left me dizzy. We agreed: no names, no numbers. Just a hot make out session and goodbye. But when I start my dream job the next week, guess who’s sitting behind the Managers desk? Yep. The airport stranger. Now he’s Mr. Thatcher… aka my boss. Worse? He’s older and engaged. I know I’m not supposed to be thinking about that kiss especially when I’m supposed to be working, but my brain still hasn’t gotten the memo. Office meetings just got a lot more complicated…..

My husband had a heart attack on his way to work and died. All I could see was his body when I rushed to the hospital. I was heartbroken and bedridden. When I was about to die, I saw on the news that he won a lottery ticket worth 300 million dollars. My bestie cashed the prize money with him. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day when my husband faked his death. But I wanted to make his death real this time! “Are you from the funeral home? My husband is dead. We need to plan a cremation for him right away!”

I waited for Alex for over five years. I endured the whispers of the clan, the mocking gazes, the judgment from his family who never thought I was good enough. Still, I waited—because I loved him. I believed in him. I trusted that he would choose me in the end. But the truth shattered me. One evening, I saw his laptop left open. And on the screen—countless photos of Elsa. His childhood sweetheart. His first love. It felt like a knife twisting in my chest. While I was drowning in problems, silently begging for his support, he was smiling by her side. All those years I gave him... all that waiting… I got nothing. So I left. Broken. Exhausted. Done pretending I was okay. I traveled far from our pack, seeking solitude under the excuse of pack relocation. But the truth was, I was trying to stitch myself back together—one breath, one step, one bitter tear at a time.But now… he’s gone mad looking for me. Why, Alex? Why do you search for me now, after crushing me so completely? When I stood by you, you looked past me. Now that I’ve finally let go… Why do you care?