Love Comic

My fiancé was the CEO of a powerful financial conglomerate, and to the outside world, he adored me beyond measure. A week before our wedding, I found out I was pregnant with triplets. I had planned to tell him the joyful news in person. But instead, I witnessed him in bed with other women. Not with just one. It felt like a knife had carved into my soul, cutting so deep I lost all hope, all trust. My tears begged for release, but I held my head high, forcing myself to stay strong. For him, I had given up everything—my pride, my family, my career. Yet he chose to share our love with others. All those vows to love me and only me for a lifetime had been lies. Our so-called future, our wedding—it was all a cruel joke. He was no longer the man I once loved. He had become tainted. I would not endure his betrayal. He no longer deserved to be the father of my children. So I made my decision—to disappear, to fake my death and start over, to give myself and my babies a chance at a free, unburdened life. But I never imagined he'd become obsessed and start searching the world for women who resembled me, all while declaring I was the only one he ever loved. Too little, too late. His affection now is worth nothing. This time, I'm not looking back.

Ethan Leo, CEO of the Leo Empire, was infamous for his cold-hearted nature, shaped by the loss of his mother at a tender age. Love was a foreign concept to him until Sasha unexpectedly entered his life, igniting a passion he couldn't ignore. Determined to possess her, Ethan found an opportunity to make Sasha his, when she crossed paths with his Mafia cartel. Unbeknownst to all, Ethan's public facade masked a darker identity: Hades, the mastermind behind the world's most notorious criminal syndicate.

Devin King was my first—well, everything. They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head or my heart. I foolishly thought my heart wouldn’t miss what it couldn’t see, but I was wrong because I never forgot, not for one moment. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. You’re not supposed to give your virginities to one another, either—but we did. We were kids, teenagers, full of hormones and mixed emotions, but it felt right. He was the first boy to kiss me, the first boy to touch me and taste me in a way only a lover would. “Say you want to be mine….” He whispered while I shook in his arms. And I did. And then he wrecked me. After I trusted him and gave myself to him, he disappeared, left me in my , the scent of him still lingering on my skin, the taste of his kiss still fresh on my lips. He left me after the amazing night we shared after we became one another’s and disappeared without a word. Until one day ten years later he pops up like a rash as the newly appointed CEO of our firm. Was I shocked to see him standing in the office after a decade? Yes. Did I almost faint? Hell yes. My heart may have melted a little when he smiled right at me, but he wouldn’t ever know that—because I hated him. But here I am, the VP of an established publication firm standing in the CEO’s office handcuffed to the pompous face. Why are we handcuffed you ask? Well, that's a funny story...

“Imagine if both your wife and your lover fell into the water at the same time—who would you save first?” Upon remembering what her friend had said a few days ago, Myra felt her heart ache; it was so acute that it threatened to suffocate her. She stood stiffly in the banquet hall while the exquisite knee-length blue dress she wore was glued to her wet body, making her like a drowned rat. When the company employees in the hall saw her, they began to whisper and snicker among themselves. She did not have to eavesdrop to know what they said about her. “She’s trying to climb the corporate ladder by sleeping with the director…”

University of Love is a reverse harem fantasy romance. The college experience is supposed to be an eye-opening introduction to the real world. Well, it doesn’t get more eye-opening than going for Rain than to go from only living among werewolves to being on a campus with multiple species. If balancing college life in this new social circle wasn’t challenging enough, life keeps throwing romantic entanglements at her, including her ex. How will she balance these new males with her studies? What happens when she discovers the secrets her father kept from her? Will she be able to handle everything that will be thrown at her this year? **Warning: This book contains lots of steamy scenes and is a reverse harem.** **Sequel to the this book is titled The Ember in the Dark** *********************************************** What is your problem?!" I all but yelled at him. He looked down at me a bit surprised, but pushed me aside, walking past me. My body was screaming in anger. I felt like I was losing my mind. I chased after him as we exited the building. He knew I was following, and led me into the woods where we had met the night before. "Would you stop?" He finally turned around and spoke to me. "Not until you give me answers or reject me." I stomped my foot, crossing my arms, giving him the angriest look I could muster while staring at that handsome face.

My husband’s first love had a miscarriage. He insisted that it was my doing and forced me to give my daughter up. “If it weren’t for you, Becky wouldn’t have a miscarriage! You should let her have your baby! You must pay for her pain of losing her baby!” I begged for mercy and resisted him. However, he grabbed my hair and kicked my belly even though I had just delivered my baby. He tied me up and locked me up in the basement for fear that I might run away. But I was dying. He even made a nice excuse. “You’re petty and jealous. You harmed Becky too. Since you feel no remorse, I’ll punish you and lock you up in the basement to reflect on your mistakes!” Seven days later, his first love found the baby too noisy and got annoyed by the baby. Suddenly, he thought of me. “Let her have the baby. And see if she’s behaving herself.” Little did he know that I was rotting in the basement with maggots eating away at my body.

When Nora's world is shattered by a scandalous betrayal from her past, a tangled web of secrets and lies threatens to destroy her. As she fights to clear her name, she must confront the ultimate question: can she trust the one man who holds her heart and her future in his hands?

Grayson Harmon's childhood friend, Sophia Lexton, got into a car accident. She didn't just lose her memory—she came away with some post-traumatic stress disorder, too. That's what the doctors called it. They said we had to keep her calm, avoid anything that might upset her. So, for the sake of her recovery, Grayson asked me not to argue with her. To let her have her way, no matter what. She took my engagement necklace and moved into the little love nest Grayson and I had made our own. And on our wedding day, she threatened to kill herself, forcing Grayson to take her to the hospital. He looked at her bleeding out and said to me, calm as ever, "Brianna, I'll make it up to you after the wedding. I'll throw you an even grander one. Sophia is dying." Then he picked her up and walked away, never once looking back. If he had—just once—he might have seen something was wrong. He might have seen the blood soaking into my wedding dress.

Lumaki si Jay dala-dala ang mapait na ala-ala ng kaniyang kabataan mula sa lolo niya. He never believed in her. Sa mata nila, isang mahinang babae lamang si Jay na hindi p’wedeng maging sundalong gaya nila. Simula noon, ipinangako ni Jay sa kaniyang sarili na hahanapin niya ang kaniyang ina kasabay ng kagustuhan niyang mapatunayan sa lolo niya na mali ito ng naging husga sa kaniya. What Jay didn’t know, hindi lang pala simpleng giyera ang magagawa niyang suungin. She was able to dodge bullets but she wasn’t able to dodge when Lorenzo made her feel the happiness she’s longing for.

🅰🅱🅾🆄🆃 🆃🅷🅴 🆂🆃🅾🆁🆈 "ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴀɴ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇᴀʙᴏᴜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀꜱᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʙᴜᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ" ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ. ʜᴏᴡ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇ ᴀʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱʜɪᴘ ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ?