I Miss You I'm Sorry

Emily Watson is the next heiress to a multi-billionaire industry company. Instead of taking her fortune and next step as royalty, she let it all go for a man she fell in love with for 7 years. Little did she know that the 3 years of her marriage was going to be cold and distant. Her husband has never touched her since that night, her mother-in-law hates her. Her life was miserable. Yet, she linger on because she loves him. Even if she watched him from a distance, it was fine with her for he was her every breath. Until one day he divorce her to be with the woman he loves. What's this? The woman is pregnant. Heartbroken she left her husband and the home she had called for so many years. 6 months later she showed up at the biggest and grandest Watson's ball. There Emily stood, the next heiress to the multi trillionaire of the century. Her ex-husband, Joshua MacClare was shocked that the woman he have divorce have made him yearend for her. His heart was beating rapidly for her, his eyes followed her every movement, his breathing was unsteady as she was close to him. He gulped as he wanted her. Wanted her as his wife again. "We're divorced," said Emily. "No, we're not," said Joshua. "Huh?" questioned Emily. Joshua smiled at her and said, "On that night, a rainy night if you have forgotten, the documents were destroyed." "What?" asked Emily. "You see, you threw our divorce paper into the stormy rain. So, the rain have washed away our prints." Emily's breath quickened. "So, since there is no legible signatures on the divorce paper, we're never divorce." Emily backed away from him. Joshua walked over to her and said, "You're still my wife."

For years, Nicole endured mistreatment under her aunt’s roof, but her unwavering resolve pushed her to excel. Against all odds, she graduated summa cum laude, securing a high-ranking position at the very company that had supported her education. She thought her struggles were finally over, that her years of sacrifice had paid off. But fate had other plans. Nicole found herself irresistibly drawn to her cold and enigmatic boss—the company’s CEO. Try as she might to resist, their connection deepened, blurring the lines between professionalism and desire. What she thought was love, however, turned out to be nothing more than a fleeting affair for him. Now trapped in an agonizing situation, Nicole struggles to maintain her composure. How can she stay civil when the man she loves—the man she once believed could be her future—sees her as nothing more than a passing fling? Worse still, how can she let go when her heart refuses to move on?

ini cerita 21+, tolong bijak berkomentar, dan ini hanya fiksiiiii! semoga menikmatiii "Mama nyesel kalian berdua hidup!" "Mama nyesel!" jerit Tina, mama Leah dan Dara "Kenapa punya anak harus hidup, sih?" murkanya. Kedua kakak beradik itu hanya menunduk menangis mendengar jeritan mamanya. "Ma-Mama, maafin Leah, Ma. Maafin Leah." ujar gadis itu sambil menangis "Kenapa kamu harus hidup Leah?!" tanya sang mama sambil menjambak rambut Laeh. "Kenapa harus hidup!" jeritnya lagi sambil menghempaskan Laeh begitu aja. "Kamu juga, kamu hanya nyusahin Mama. Dasar penyakitan!" amuknya. Dara hanya mampu menangis dipelukan Kakaknya. Mereka berdua tidak bisa melawan ketika Mamanya marah. Merek berdua hanya mampu menerima semua perlakuan dari Mamanya. Kehidupan mereka tidak seperti anak lain. Mereka berdua harus mendapat siksaan dari Mamanya setiap pulang dari kerja. Laeh berharap, semoga Mamanya berubah. Tidak menyiksanya lagi sama Adeknya.

She was a prostitute, she needed money, and she had to be a substitute to get the money she needed. But, why should she become a substitute for someone else who ran away from her fate? Why should she marry a man she didn't love? Her mother prayed that she would find a man who loved her and give her happiness, but she ended up marrying a man who only knew to torture her and gave her sadness. After all, that was the price she should pay for her mother's life.

When I got reborn into my youthful years, I turned down the marriage proposal of Seth Klein, the future major general. Instead, I chose to be with Nathan Prescott, who lived a poor life. My mother thought I was possessed. After all, the entire village knew that I, the village chief's daughter, used to follow the well-educated Mr. Klein around all the time. Apparently, I was willing to do anything just to marry him. I soon recalled what happened in my previous life. After I married Seth, we never consummated our marriage. He even brought back a child, claiming that said child belonged to a fellow soldier who had passed on in the war. I viewed the child as my own and made an effort to raise him. It wasn't until our fiftieth anniversary that I discovered a secret after barging into Seth's study, which had always been forbidden to me. It turned out that the study was plastered with photos of my older cousin, Catherine Parker—the most beautiful woman in the village. The thing was, she had been dead for a long time. The truth was, Seth has always been capable of performing in bed. He was merely practicing abstinence because of Catherine. Furious, I collapsed and was admitted to the hospital. But my son, whom I treated as my own, was the one who unplugged my life support with his own hands. "If it weren't for you taking over my mom's position as the actual wife, she wouldn't have died as an unknown mistress!" After my death, I witnessed Seth getting a joint burial with Catherine as husband and wife. As for my ashes, they were randomly scattered into a dried-up river. Now that I was reborn, I chose to fulfill their wish!

After our eighty-eighth canceled wedding, I called my business partner. "I'm taking the Haviana market project." There was a beat of stunned silence. "Seriously? That's ten years overseas. You just got married—well, weren't you? Does your husband even know? What about your parents? You always said staying close to them was everything." I glanced around the empty church and let out a sharp laugh. "There was no wedding. No husband. And my parents? They've got Cindy. That's all they need." Another pause. "Alright. Pack your bags. You leave tomorrow." After the call, I ran a hand down my wedding dress. One last tear slipped out, quiet and pointless. Cindy had another "episode" today. Claimed she'd off herself. Andrew canceled—again. I'd looked at him, drained. "It's the eighty-eighth time." He dropped his head, guilt all over him. "Just a little more time, Viv. She's been off since the accident. I'm scared she'll actually do it. I swear, I'll talk to her. For real this time. Then we'll get married. Promise." My parents didn't hesitate. "Vivian, let Andrew go. If Cindy hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't have these breakdowns. Are you really putting a wedding over your sister's life?" "How could you be so selfish?" I'd heard it all before. Used to fight it. Not this time. If neither my fiancé nor my parents wanted me around, then fine. I'd leave.

Selena saw Pedro Lopez as more than a friend but all he ever saw her as was a friend and nothing more. Things didn't change even after that one drunken night between them. And then she was back, Pedro's ex girlfriend and first love, Louisa Santos and he took her back most willingly. Unable to stand more heartbreaks, Selena leaves him and everything behind, wanting a new life. But can her new life be entirely new, especially when there is a baby involved? What happens when three years later, Selena has to return to the city she left and even more, meet Pedro Lopez once more. Selena Andre is determined to keep her baby hidden away from Pedro Lopez but how long can she hide her baby from him? And how long can she shield her past life and feelings away from him?

Charlotte Rosewood is a poor human girl, at least she thinks so. Her parents passed away, leaving nothing to her but a large amount of debt. When she thinks she had to spend the rest of her life in doing heavy job to pay back the debt, a mysterious but handsome man breaks into her hellish life, and saves her out of it. The beginning is like a fairytale, but what followed is beyond Charlotte’s expectation. The mysterious man turns out to be a were-wolf, who is also the prince of his pack. What’s more? He has an engagement with Charlotte, which means Charlotte is going to become the future Luna. Charlotte never dreamed that such a thing would happen in her life. However, there is only one problem: Alexander, who is said to be her fiancé, already has his fated love and is unwilling to be engaged with Charlotte. What should Charlotte do? Pursue Alexander to change his mind, or give up the engagement and go back to her own life? When Charlotte thinks she is over with Alexander and will leave the pack without any doubt, what she doesn’t expect is Alexander becomes the one who persists in their engagement and trying best to get her back. I'm My Alpha's Fated Love is created by Cara TaleSmith, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

Money, power, and fame may not be everything in a person's lifetime, but if you want to possess everything, those are the necessities. The girl asked, "What about love?" The man smirked and mockingly replied, "Love? It's the cheapest thing, only those who are lowly and contemptible believe in something called 'love'." Speaking of "love" as well, the man knelt at the feet of the other girl, tears streaming down his handsome face. He pleaded, his voice trembling, looking up at the girl and said, "I beg you... you can beat me, you can kill me however you want... but please don't abandon me, don't abandon our child... I love you, Verity, I love you..." The girl, named Verity, gazed down with misty eyes and said, "Noah, you're absolutely right... love is indeed the cheapest thing in the world. It's thanks to you that I've come to understand this 'truth'."

As my due date approaches, my husband's precious mistress falls into the water at a banquet. After being rescued, she immediately accuses me of pushing her. To "avenge" her, he throws me into a modified stainless steel water tank. I beg him, pleading for the sake of our unborn children. But he only sneers. "Don't try to use the babies to guilt me! You've still got a week before you're due. I know exactly how vicious you are—any child of yours would be just as rotten. Stay in there and reflect on your behavior. I'll let you out when you finally admit you're wrong!" Five days later, my husband returns home from a night out with his mistress, calling for me to come downstairs and serve them, as always. He doesn't know that my babies and I have already rotted beyond recognition.