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I didn’t marry him for love. I married him to pay my father’s debt. To save my brother’s life. To survive. Lucien Draven is a billionaire, a killer, and the man who made my father disappear. Or so I believed. Now, I wear his ring. Sleep under his roof. Live as his wife with no rights, no freedom, and one rule: *Never ask about the night my father died* But secrets don’t stay buried. And when I dig too deep, I find something that changes everything. Maybe Lucien didn’t kill my father. Maybe the real killer is closer than I think. And maybe… the devil I married is the only one who ever truly wanted to protect me.

Gabrielle ran from her wedding to Jared… and woke up wearing Damon’s ring. He’s cold, wealthy, and dangerously irresistible — a man who swore he couldn’t feel anything. Until her. She’s the runaway bride he turned into his wife. Now she’s trapped in his penthouse wearing his shirt, his ring… and maybe, just maybe, teaching him how to feel again.

Oli and Kate have always had each other's backs. They were abandoned by their parents at a young age and have tried their best through cold winters and warm summers to survive, but with the arrival of something strange and unknown tragedy strikes. Oli must face the tragedy but not his own. A once nomadic wolf pack has settled and maybe just maybe Oli will be able to live happily once more.

After I landed in the hospital—again—from working myself into the ground, Jacob swore he was done playing house stockbroker. "Starting tomorrow, I'll do anything. Haul bricks, deliver pizza, whatever. I'm not letting you carry this alone." His eyes were glassy as he stormed out of the exam room like he was about to save the day or something. Then the doctor walked in and handed me a report. I was pregnant. Again. Heart racing, I chased after Jacob... and froze. He was standing outside some super VIP room. The same guys who used to bang on our door for money were suddenly all respectful. "Mr. Klein, should we block her door again tomorrow?" Jacob twirled our engagement ring around his finger. "No need. She already lost one baby paying off those debts. The test's over. Time she knew who I really am." Then my best friend—Lillian Morvain—strolled out and wrapped her arms around his waist like she belonged there. "Jacob, don't go soft. Your tests usually last at least five years. What if she's just another gold digger? Plus... I'd miss you." He hesitated. Smirked. "Fine. We'll do it your way. She's not going anywhere anyway." I stood there, clutching my stomach, sliding down the wall like the air had been punched out of me. Later, I pushed open the office door. "Dr. Spencer, I need a termination. Three days from now."

An accidental meeting makes Azkia Grizelle the wife of Deffin Wirata, a handsome young California lord who is allergic to women. Is Azkia strong enough to live a home life with a possessive and arbitrary young master? "I love you." Azkia "You already said that, I take it as a promise that you will never leave me, no matter what happens tomorrow and so on until death do us part. If you renege, don't blame me for insisting on keeping you by my side, even if I have to cut off both of your legs, I'll do it so that you can't move an inch from my side." Deffin.

Loud music, smoke scattered everywhere, and lots of crazy people dancing their asses out. She was sitting on the corner, still thinking about how her beautiful morning, turned into a disaster. How is her so-called silent life ruined because of one asshole who-she-called Boss? She was fired because of an unreasonable reason. And now, here she is, drinking her ass out because tomorrow will be another day. She drinks and drinks then starts dancing to the tune of electro music. She slowly opened her eyes as she felt something was moving beside her. And suddenly, reality strikes her. Who the fuck this guy beside her? At bakit wala siyang saplot?

I was sent abroad to work. After three years, I finally helped my fiancee secure a highly challenging and significant client. When I returned home, she drove me out of the house. Her eyes gleamed with disdain as she looked at me while carrying a child. “I’ve got a husband and a child. You went abroad and left me all alone for three years. How could you come back to me? You’d better come to your senses and resign from the company tomorrow!” She trampled upon my dignity and love. Then, I realized that our five-year romance had come to an end.

love heals, it gives. love, in its most profound form beathes forth life. love gives forth light. There is, more to all Aine O' connell ever knew, was ever sure of, especially with a past full of ghosts. The handsome Bryan Maher soon teaches her that. And perhaps, maybe, just maybe God has other plans for Bryan as well? for there is more to the pain than torment. there is more to the heartbreak than destruction, And there is more to the sorrow than weeping. shalom.

As I sat in the police station with Yvonne Harper, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart, waiting for bail arrangements to be made, the decision loomed. One of us could go home tonight. My mate, Alpha Jackson, chose to take her. "Nicole, just wait for me one more night. I’ll come back for you tomorrow," he said. He was worried about her fragile health, but he didn’t care about my fear of the dark. Later, I called him. My voice was steady, though my heart ached. "Jackson," I began, "for the past few years, I’ve been waiting for you." "But I won’t wait forever."

Thirty days into our argument, my girlfriend kissed her first love passionately right in front of me. I quietly asked my boss for a transfer to the Northern City branch, which was thousands of miles away. Her friends clapped and teased me. “Ivan, your girlfriend’s getting a new boyfriend. Aren’t you going to win her back?” I held her hand and sincerely said, “I’m sorry.” She looked down at me with a proud smile. “Okay, I forgive you. Tomorrow, pack your things. We’re going to see my parents.” I smiled and agreed. But she did not know I was leaving for Northern City that night.