It's Not Right Or Wrong Jjk

In my past life, my father arranged betrothals for both my brother and me, leaving the choice to us. Without hesitation, my brother chose the wealthy heiress, forcing me to marry the housekeeper's daughter. But the heiress turned out to be a cruel woman. She brought her first love home and humiliated my brother every day. Meanwhile, the housekeeper's daughter I married ended up winning hundreds of millions in the lottery, granting me a life free from financial worries. Jealous of my prosperous life, my brother deliberately drove his car straight into me. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day we're supposed to choose our betrothed. My brother rushes to choose the housekeeper's daughter first. "Jason Wright, it's my turn to enjoy the good life! You can go keep that awful woman company!" I smile. He doesn't know that my comfortable life was never dependent on my wife.

Margarette "Maggie" Sandoval, at the age of 25 and as the breadwinner of the family, she already put a name in the fashion industry. Everyone praised her for her impressive designs and also how successful she is in her career. She is closed to a perfect type of woman. Now that she gave her family a better life that they deserve, she wishes to settle down for good and get married. So when her long-time boyfriend proposed to her, she didn't hesitate to say yes. But her world turned upside-down when she woke up in a different room beside a hot guy —Trevor Dickinson, and learned that she accidentally married him. Things get worst when it turns out that he was her fiancé's older brother.

Her life was written in stone. A perfect life one she always dreamt of. Everything Cassandra wanted was within reach until one night revealed the love she'd trusted was a lie. Betrayal and deceit from those she trusted the most made every belief she had crash down. What she didn’t expect was to stumble into a stranger's arms, into his bed and wake up married. Alaric gave her what she thought she wanted; now she can't take it back. One reckless mistake became a wedding vow. Now she’s trapped inside Alaric’s empire of lies. Married to a stranger who knows more than he’s letting on He’s dangerous. He’s charming. And in front of everyone, he claimed her as his . Caught between Sinclair’s obsession, Alaric’s shadowy intentions, and her family’s betrayal, Cassandra doesn’t know if this marriage will be her downfall… or her salvation. ****** "Would you give me your surname or better take mine then? Will you be the lucky man?" I blurted out having no idea of what I was saying. My head was already in the clouds and blinded by his smile. It calmed the storm in my mind. He laughed. Those dark abysses were truly alluring when they sparkled. His fingers grazed my cheeks, wiping off my tears, before cupping them in his callous palms. "If you love my surname so much." A foolish smile graced my lips, oblivious of the fact that he wasn't joking. "You can't back down now, hubby. You just got a wife." I thought I lost everything when I walked away from Sinclair. I never imagined I’d end up as Alaric Von Duvall’s wife.

Emma believed she had it all—a dream marriage to the charismatic and wealthy David Lawson. Life seemed perfect, and their love story felt like something out of a fairytale. But on their second wedding anniversary, Emma’s perfect world crumbled. A shocking discovery unraveled the web of lies her husband had spun, leaving her questioning everything she thought she knew about him. As if betrayal wasn’t enough, the person threatening to destroy her marriage turned out to be her husband’s old flame—a woman from his past who was none other than Emma’s own sister. Torn between love, loyalty, and betrayal, Emma must make a choice: fight to save her marriage and confront the devastating truths or walk away to rebuild her life on her own terms. Dive into Emma’s captivating journey of heartbreak, resilience, and self-discovery in a story where love and betrayal collide.

Riley Monroe thought she finally had a clue about what really happened to her father—whose mysterious death five years ago had been casually ruled an accident. But before she could dig deeper, her world crashes again. Her mother drops a bombshell: she’s getting remarried… to a billionaire. Riley wants no part of it. Not after everything. But with her mother’s health failing and a heart transplant hanging in the balance, she’s forced to stay silent and smile. Her soon-to-be stepfather, Daven Carter, is the CEO of Cartier Jewelleries—and he's promised to cover all their bills, including the expensive surgery. Feeling cornered and desperate, Riley hatches a secret plan with her friends to escape the Carter mansion before the wedding and after the treatment. But first, she wants to take control of one thing: her virginity. That night, in a haze of tequila and heartbreak, she gives herself to a stranger—and accidentally tells him everything about her escape. Only… he’s no stranger. Killian Carter, the two-faced ruthless, fuckboy and dangerously charming son of Daven Carter, had chosen to have fun with his soon-to-be stepsister before the disclosure of his identity and which led to a steamy night with her. A night he can't get over no matter how many girls he fucked. When he realizes that Riley was still going one with her plan despite his knowledge of it, he crafts another. Getting pregnant for him. That way the wedding will be off no matter what but it was already too late, Daven has seen her moves, her body curves, bouncy tits and he wants to taste them more than anything. The idea was crazy—but to Riley, it might just work. Until it all begins to spiral.

I went through 100 hormone shots for him—just to finally get pregnant. Five years begging those shots to work—all for Rafe Morello. The Don with ice in his veins... but also the guy who used to wipe sweat off my forehead in the middle of the night. Everyone thought we were goals. Then I handed over my lab results, and the nurse paused, blinking up at me. "Sorry, what's your relationship to Rafe Morello? There's already a pregnancy under his wife's name." I froze. Carmela Vitale. His dead brother's wife. Spouse listed: Rafe Morello. Breathing? Suddenly optional. No tears. No drama. I just slid off my ring and tucked it into my bag. Then I called the number buried at the bottom of my drawer. My voice? Freakishly calm. "Yeah. Three days. Pick me up." It wasn't about revenge. I left because I finally got it—some people, you gotta cut loose if you ever wanna stop bleeding. Three days later, he walked into a silent bedroom. On the nightstand: my wedding ring, the signed divorce papers, and a copy of the ultrasound. He sat on the floor and just... kept rubbing that ring. Regret doesn't knock. It floods. And that night, it drowned every lie he thought he could get away with. That was when he finally figured it out—love could wreck a person worse than hate ever could.

I used an anonymous account to send a video chat invitation to my crush, a senior who had always been aloof and reserved, but he agreed. Throughout the video chat, I had on a black mask, and I modified my voice to conceal my identity. At my command, he took off his clothes one by one, revealing his solid abs. While I was admiring his toned body, he smiled devilishly and said, "It's your turn now..."

Perhaps out of mercy, Debra found herself reborn before all the tragedies—before her husband Juan drained her last bit of value and let her died miserably in childbirth on the operating table. In her last life, Debra discarded her noble status and tried everything to please Juan after marriage, groveling for his affection. Everyone in Seamar City knew that Juan's beloved was Shelia, while Debra was unfavored. In this life, Debra was determined to leave Juan. Unexpectedly, after their divorce, the husband who once despised her made a complete 180. But so what? Faced with his desperate plea for reconciliation, Debra turned around and threw herself into the arms of his archenemy. "Do you have anything to say to my ex, new love?" she asked the man standing by her side. Marion smiled with a powerful protective aura, "He can wish us a happy marriage."

Lyra Jenkins’ heart is shattered, devoid of hope and her world in tatters with the guilt of everyone perceiving her as the murderer of her beloved father. However, she finds solace in the arms of an unexpected lover, Caleb Sawyer. But her respite is short-lived, as he callously chooses another woman over her, leaving her reeling in a deep dilemma of despair. Then the bitter ashes of betrayal and rejection settle in, and she resolves to reveal her true identity, driven by a thirst for revenge. In this bleak world, can Lyra find redemption? Can she break free from this toxic cycle, or will the shadows of her past forever define her future? Will she give him a second chance if he seeks forgiveness? Hell no! Second chances are not meant for scumbags like him.

"Kiss me." My eyes widened as my throat ran dry. His lips were inviting but I knew I was walking straight into trouble. "Stop this, Khalil." He came closer, backing me up against the wall, "I said, kiss me. Or no answers." -•- Life goes into sudden crumbs for Kezie when Khalil Ahmed, his rival and arch enemy takes his lips under the warm showers of the boy's locker room. For some stupid answers about what he had said the last night when he was drunken to stupor. But he knows deep down, that Khalil is using his body to invite him in slowly irrespective of what their society believes in. He knows it's a dangerous game. But why does he keep getting succumbed into his kisses? Why is he always begging for more?