Novel & Cerita Leaf Green Route 12

The pills I keep by my bedside have been swapped with vitamins. I almost die after getting a heart attack. After the stent surgery, I ask my husband, Evan Whitmore, to find out who did it. I just want the truth. However, he doesn't even look up and just brushes me off. "It was just a mistake. Cecilia probably grabbed the wrong bottle. She bought those vitamins for me. "Don't push this. She has asthma. She can't handle stress." I stare at him in shock, my chest tightening. I can't tell if the pain is from my healing heart or from the words he just threw at me. Cecilia Monroe is his secretary, and he always takes her side. That moment is when I realize that our five years of marriage mean nothing to him at all.

Aurora Vale gave everything to the man she loved. Even after losing her parents, inheritance, and dignity, she stayed beside billionaire heir Damien Sinclair hoping he would one day love her back. Instead, he betrayed her with his secretary and divorced her without hesitation. Heartbroken and abandoned, Aurora discovers she is pregnant after the divorce. Unable to reach Damien, she disappears from his life forever. Six years later, Aurora returns to Sacramento no longer as the weak discarded ex-wife everyone pitied, but as a powerful lawyer and the true heiress of the Vale fortune. Now the man who once abandoned her wants her back. But Aurora has a secret. A son Damien knows nothing about. And she will do anything to protect her child from the man who once shattered her heart.

Uri is a descendant of the vampire king. A human family raised him. When he was living happily with his family, an organization called Red Leaf found him and wanted to kill him. After escaping death, Uri learned about a community of people like him; they were hunted by the Red Leaf organization and driven to the brink of destruction. So what is the Red Leaf organization? What does Uri do to find a way to survive?

A Dark Addictive Romance 🫦 30 days. One contract. His rules. Maddison Summers never planned to sell herself… until heartbreak and bills left her no choice. “I lost everything in one day… my place at school, my dad’s studio, my house and my boyfriend. Now I’m in a dying billionaire’s penthouse. Corian Van Halen. Billionaire. Possessive. Trouble in every language. One look in his green eyes and I know…. I’m in big trouble. He’s rich enough to make the rules. Reckless enough to break me. I should run. But when the devil calls me his, running feels impossible. And then I find out the worst part… He’s not just my client. He’s the man who owns my dream job. And worse… he’s my ex-boyfriend’s father. Yeah. The same ex who suddenly wants me back. Three years later, I crash into him again… with a little boy who has his eyes. Now Corian wants his son. His woman. His second chance. But I’m not the same girl I used to be. If he wants my heart this time… he’s gonna have to fight for it.”

She’s pure, innocent and the sweetest thing in the world. He’s the devil incarnate, a mafia king with a heart so cold that it could freeze hell over. But when they meet there’s an instant spark of desire that draws them together like no other.

Brian Smith, a 29-year-old billionaire is stuck on his parent's condition of him getting married before he can fully take over the family business. He comes in conflict with a 26 year old accountant, Stacy Bennet over a misunderstanding at a bar. Stacy who just got fired from her job found herself in a critical situation, she's desperate for a new job and finds herself at an interview at Brian's company. During the awkward interview, hostility lingers between Stacy and Brian from their previous encounter, with the fear of losing the company to his cousin if he doesn't get married. He found himself thinking of a solution, he proposes a marriage contract as a business arrangement to get the company and to help her financially, but they develop unexpected feelings for each other and start to wonder whether their relationship is based on more than just a contract.

Kanya Arundhati, a horror-thriller novelist on a well-known platform. Kanya a beautiful woman with natural red lips, always had nightmares every time she wrote a murder scene, then a man in would appear into her dream and whisper the words, “Make a wish.”In the recurring dream, Kanya will the man in .Kanya herself did not know who this man was until the face of the man in her dreams appeared in real life.What will Kanya do to avoid that man, and who is the mysterious man in her dreams? Is it the same person?

Reading and studying history was Aimi Allecxiannie’s primary source of excitement in her mundane life. One day, the unexpected happens— she is transported into the body of Avery Allecxiannie Lopez, a general’s daughter who happens to be engaged to a man she despises. It’s 1942, and the Japanese forces have just begun to conquer the Philippines. Will Aimi be ready to look Death in the eye or will she give up? Will she find love in the midst of a war? Will she forever be stuck in Avery Allecxiannie’s body? What happens when a 21st-century history major gets transported to the body of a 1940’s woman in the dawn of the Second World War?

When I'm done putting my daughter, Alani Carter, to sleep, I suddenly come across a social media post. "My husband, who's always been uncaring about the household matters, suddenly decides to be more engaging and helpful recently. What's the reason behind his change in behavior?" The comments in that comment section cut to the chase immediately. "Oh, there's no doubt about the answer. Either he's having an affair behind your back, or he wants your money." As soon as I leave a like on the answer, my husband, Michael Carter, who has never cared about Alani before, suddenly asks me, "What sort of homework does Alani have today?" That's when I notice the parents' group chat on my phone, where Demi Miller's mother, Yvette Miller, has tagged Michael there abruptly. "Mr. Carter, what's tonight's homework?" He has responded to her immediately, "Give me a moment. I'll send you the list later." I glance at the time. It's already 10:30 pm. We've been married for so many years, and yet Michael has never responded to any of my WhatsApp messages on time before. I secretly tap on Yvette's profile picture, only to find out that her social media feed is filled with coincidental meetings with Michael. Apparently, she has met him coincidentally at the amusement park, at a bookstore, and even at a family restaurant the three of us have frequented. When I pick Alani up from the kindergarten in the next evening, I happen to overhear Yvette telling another parent, "Alani's dad sure has a heart of gold! He even helps me take care of Demi! "Whenever I ask him questions regarding Demi, he's able to answer me on the spot. Parents who care this much about children are a rarity these days!" I continue the topic smilingly, "Isn't that right? Michael has never attended a single parent-child meeting related to his own daughter, and yet he's quite skilled in helping others raise their children." After that, I find myself a secluded corner, where I dial my lawyer's phone number immediately. "Have you prepared the divorce contract? I want him to leave this marriage without a single cent to his name!"

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."