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Semua orang tau bahwa Lady Mikaila Arundell sang putri bungsu Duke Arundell sangat mencintai Putra mahkota kerajaan Valcke. Setiap hari mengejar cinta sang pangeran yang merupakan tunangannya. Akan tetapi pengabaian juga yang setiap hari ia dapatkan. Berjuang keras sekuat tenaga untuk mendapatkan cinta, bahkan hampir mati berkali-kali hanya untuk menyelamatkan hidup pujaan hatinya. Namun perjuangan sang Lady hanyalah sebuah kesia-siaan. Sebab seberapa keras dan sekuat apapun ia berjuang untuk pangeran, di mata pangeran ia hanya akan melihat Helena, seorang putri bangsawan Viscount yang sudah jatuh. Tidak peduli sekeras apa perjuangan Mikaila ia hanya akan mencintai Helena sepenuh hati. Sampai akhirnya di suatu malam Mikaila bermimpi, mimpi tentang akhir hidupnya yang terjadi apabila ia terus mencintai sang pangeran. Hanya satu malam, Sang Lady yang terkenal sebagai Lady gila budak cinta pangeran, berubah menjadi Lady dingin tak tersentuh.

"Let go of me," she hissed, her eyes blazing with annoyance. "Unfortunately, Mi Cielo. You're stuck with me. I won't let go of you ever again," he responded, his gaze darkening. ... Isabella Moreno has no memories of a significant part of her past. She has a son but doesn't remember who his father is. A chance encounter with Luca, a dangerous Mafia boss brings a drastic change to her life. His obsession with her seems to be bone deep and while Izzy can't fight her attraction towards him, she has a feeling that he's a major piece in her life's jigsaw puzzle. Why is Luca bent on keeping her by his side? What are the secrets locked away in Izzy's lost memories? When these secrets are unravelled, will she be able to handle the truth? Or will she end up abandoning Luca for the second time, causing his utmost self destruction?

Adrian Lancaster was born into privilege, loved by all except the one who mattered. From childhood, the heir to a powerful legacy clung to the girl he believed was his future. She was everything his family wanted: wealthy, poised, perfect. But beneath the surface, his heart beat for someone else, a man he'd loved in secret for years. When his domineering grandfather arranges a marriage with a partner daughter Celeste to “save face” and secure their reputation, he’s forced to choose duty over desire. Bound in a loveless marriage, he tries to be the perfect husband, kind, attentive, never letting his new wife see the truth in his eyes. But secrets don’t stay buried forever. When his wife uncovers the devastating truth about his forbidden love, her world shatters. Torn between betrayal and sympathy, she must decide if she’ll stand by him or walk away. As the lies unravel, divorce becomes inevitable, and with it comes the wrath of a powerful family and the shame of societal judgment. Now, caught between expectations and his own identity, he must fight for the man he truly loves while facing the consequences of a life built on silence. Will he finally choose love over legacy, or will his past destroy any chance of happiness? A story of forbidden love, heartache, loyalty, and finding the courage to live your truth, even when the world says you can’t.

Le mariage de cinq ans entre Léa et Alex, il a été maintenu en piétinant la dignité physique et morale de Léa. Elle pensait qu'il n'y avait pas d'amour entre eux, mais qu'il devait y avoir des liens familiaux. Jusqu'à ce jour-là. Le certificat de décès imminent de leur unique enfant et les gros titres des divertissements, où il dépensait sans compter pour son premier amour, sont apparus en même temps devant elle. Elle n'avait plus besoin de jouer le rôle de Mme Richard. Cet homme impitoyable a pourtant soudoyé tous les médias, se mettant à genoux dans la neige, les yeux rouges, pour lui demander de lui pardonner. Léa est apparue, main dans la main, avec un autre homme. Elle a annoncé son nouveau compagnon au monde entier.

My blood ran cold. Not just because of the words, they’d done worse than the scheme. They mocked me. Rewrote my pain as a punchline. Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his. If this was a curse, I’d break it. If this was a second chance? I’d weaponize it. Let them laugh. Let them bask in their borrowed joy. Because from this moment on, I’m not playing the quiet, obedient pawn. I’m the storm they tried to silence. The reckoning wrapped in silk and scars. They don’t deserve peace. Not after what they did to me. I’ll make them feel it. The same agony, the same betrayal. No, worse. Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.

Fresh out of college, Clara Stewart asked me to take on a $500,000 mortgage for her. When I refused, she turned around and bought an $800,000 villa in full, for another guy. Holding up the property deed, she told me: "Jayden, the truth is, I'm actually rich. I've been pretending to be poor to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. I'm disappointed in you. Let's break up." I simply smiled and walked away without a second thought. The irony? I'm the son of the richest man in the country. I was pretending to be broke, too. Fast forward four years, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Clara had just barely made it into the top 50 on the list, clinging to the arm of Henry Brown as they entered. She spotted me in simple clothes with no visible brand, holding a child in one arm and the keys to a Porsche Cayenne in the other. Thinking I was someone's driver, she sneered: "Jayden, you really went all out just to see me again? Let's be real, you're just a driver now, and I'm on the wealth list. We live in completely different worlds. Don't waste your time fantasizing." I did not bother replying. Honestly, I was only there because my billionaire dad insisted. I had finally cleared a day to spend with my son and now I had to waste it on that.

Claire Leerstrom, a daughter of a powerful and wealthy duke. The youngest sibling and the only daughter of the Leerstrom family. As being the youngest child and only daughter, Claire is a bit spoiled, no. She really is a spoiled brat. A brat what she wants, she will get. Claire fell in love with the first prince and a lady who is blinded by love she do everything in order for her beloved to be crowned as king. Little she didn’t know that the first prince was only using her in order to succeed the throne. After sitting on the throne, the first prince she loved so dearly found another woman. The first prince reasons out her personality and how her brother was labeled as traitors. He two brothers died as traitors without knowing if they really are. Their social status was slowly going down because of what his two brothers accused of. Her parents dying one after another because of sickness they got for so much pressure and stressful events happening on their family after they loss two of their sons. Her twin brother was imprisoned for some reason and was publicly executed. At that time Claire was divorce by the first prince and thrown her out of the palace. Claire being left out alone and individually sucking up what happening on her family and herself crumbled down. Then decided to end her life once and for all. However, what happened next was unexpected. She saw again the faces she thought she would never see again. The faces who brought her to this world. The faces of her parents and brothers. Is that a dream? Or she was given a second chance to live all over again and change her fate. What will happened to her now?

“Fuck, Princess, you’re driving me wild,” Silas growled, his voice thick, almost desperate. His hand tightened in my hair, urging me on, but his words steadied me. “Don’t stop, just like that.” “Imogen,” he rasped, my name a warning and a plea But his hand stayed steady in my hair, not forcing but grounding me. “Easy, Princess,” he murmured, voice rough but soothing, even as his body shook with his release. “You’ve got this.” “Fuck, Imogen,” he said, voice low and warm, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re incredible.” ************** When love turns toxic, desperation takes over. Imogen's marriage to wealthy Perry was supposed to be a fairytale, but behind the glamour, she's suffocating. Caught in a web of lies and infidelity, Imogen's last hope is a romantic trip to Rome. But when she catches Perry cheating, her world crashes down. Enter Silas Moretti - mysterious, charming, and passionate. As Imogen's secret affair with Silas ignites, she finds herself trapped between two worlds: one of luxury and lies, the other of forbidden desire and danger. When murder entwines their lives, Perry becomes the prime suspect. Imogen's dark secrets surface, and Silas promises to help. But as their romance intensifies, Imogen realizes she may have traded one cage for another. Will she escape the deadly trap of her own making, or will her quest for revenge consume her? Dive into this twisted game of love, lies, and betrayal, where nothing is as it seems, and the line between freedom and captivity blurs. Can Imogen break free, or will she become the next victim?

Bertahun-tahun menikah, tapi aku tak menaruh cinta pada istriku. Melainkan aku mencintai wanita lain. Suatu ketika saat cinta yang halal ini datang, aku sudah terlambat. dan aku menyesal.

Aku menikah dengan pria yang sama sebanyak tujuh kali. Pria itu juga bercerai denganku tujuh kali, semuanya demi wanita yang sama. Hanya agar ia bisa menghabiskan liburan dengan kekasih lamanya tanpa terikat, dan agar kekasih lamanya tak terganggu oleh gosip. Saat perceraian pertama, aku mencoba melukai pergelangan tanganku untuk memaksa dia tetap bersamaku, dan dibawa ke rumah sakit dengan ambulans. Tapi dia tak datang bahkan untuk sekadar menatapku sekalipun. Saat perceraian kedua, aku merendahkan diri dan melamar sebagai asistennya di perusahaannya, hanya untuk bisa menatapnya sekali lagi. Saat perceraian keenam, aku sudah belajar untuk mengemasi barang-barang sendiri dan meninggalkan rumah pernikahan kami tanpa ribut. Diriku yang histeris, aku yang harus menahan diri berulang kali, kepasrahan dan kompromiku hingga berakhir pada perasaanku yang mati... semua itu hanya menghasilkan satu hal: dia kembali menikahiku tepat waktu, lagi dan lagi... Mengulang semua trik lamanya. Hingga kali ini, setelah mendengar kabar bahwa kekasih lamanya akan kembali ke negeri ini, aku mengulurkan surat perjanjian cerai di hadapannya dengan tanganku sendiri. Dia, seperti biasanya, mencoba menetapkan waktu untuk menikahiku lagi. Tapi dia tidak tahu bahwa kali ini, aku akan benar-benar pergi untuk selamanya.