Mi Vida Con Derek

The day my husband, Eric Johnson, brought his foster sister home from overseas, he gave her our master bedroom. "Yvonne just lost her husband. She's heartbroken, so I want her to feel comfortable," he said. I nodded obediently. "Okay." The next day was my birthday. Yvonne said she was feeling down and wanted her brother, Eric, to go stargazing with her. Eric turned to me and said, "She really needs me right now. I'll celebrate your birthday with you later." Still, I smiled and nodded. "Okay." Ten years of marriage and I was ready to walk away from it all… Because I have lived this life once already. In my previous life, I made the mistake of asking Eric to stay with me on my birthday. I did not let him go stargazing with Yvonne. She ended up falling into the water in her sorrow and was rushed to the hospital. After that, Eric shoved my head into a bathtub and held me there until I drowned. In this second life, when Eric handed me the divorce papers and said, "I’m only marrying Yvonne to help her revoke her foreign citizenship and restore her citizenship here. Once it's done, we'll remarry." I did not hesitate. I signed my name without a second thought. By the time he came looking for me again, I was already sitting on his archenemy's lap, smiling like a flower in full bloom.

I was born just one minute after Tiara, but the world treated that one minute as if it lasted a lifetime. She was the star. I was the shadow. She was flawless. I was the afterthought. She was loved. I was forgotten. Even by Reagan de Russo, heir to the wealthiest family in the country and the man I had secretly loved for the past ten years. But to him, there was only Tiara. And when he proposed to her, I knew my quiet little dream had finally died. Until that day came. The day Tiara left him at the altar. The day the world stopped turning for just a second. The day the man who had never even glanced my way, turned to me and asked me to take her place. I knew what I was. An escape. A damage control. A backup plan. And I... I was too tired of being strong. So I said yes. We married. Without love. Without a future. Just a one-year contract and a life of make-believe in front of flashing cameras and watching eyes. But the longer I stayed by his side, the harder it became to tell what was real and what was just part of the performance. Because for the first time... Reagan saw me. But can love truly grow from the ruins of lies, old wounds, and the shadow of a woman who’s always been his first choice? Or will I always be… only the second best?

What would you do if you were given another chance to live? Kara Beltran was just like any other person in her past life--a good daughter, wife, and mother. Until one day, she dies. She thinks it's the end for her, but she is given another chance to live life on earth and do things differently.

Tout commence par un mariage. Lui cherchant une épouse pour sauver les apparences, et elle une ancienne détenue qui a été condamnée pour un crime qu'elle n'avait pas commis et qui cherche à se réintégrer dans la société. Quand cet inconnu qu'elle a rencontré plus tôt dans la journée lui demande de l'épouser, elle hésite. Plus tard, elle s'est dit qu'un mariage serait sûrement la meilleure façon pour sa réinsertion sociale. Elle voit là un moyen d'éviter de retourner en prison. Dans ce mariage il n'y a aucune place pour l'amour. En tout cas, c'est ce que tout les deux croyaient.

จู่ๆ ก็ถูกคนเมาบังคับให้เซ็นใบจดทะเบียนสมรส ทำให้กลายเป็นภรรยาของอีกคนแบบงุนงง เกลียดจริงๆ นิสัยแพ้คนเจ้าน้ำตาเนี่ย! แล้วทำไมถึงตื่นมาทำตัวแบบนี้ พวกเราไม่ได้เป็นอะไรกันสักหน่อย

I spend three torturous years in a dark underground cell after taking the fall for Cole Greyhouse, a member of the nobility. He once held my hand tightly and tearfully promised that he would wait for me to return. Then, he would take my hand in marriage. However, he doesn't show up on the day I'm released from prison. I head to the palace to look for him, but all I see is him with his arm around another woman. He also has a mocking smile on his face. "Do you really think a former convict like you deserves to become a member of the royal family?" Only then do I understand that he's long since forgotten about the three years he was supposed to wait for me. I'm devastated, and my heart dies. I accept the marriage my family has arranged for me. On the big day, Cole crashes my wedding with his comrades and laughs raucously. "Are you that desperate to be my secret lover, Leah? How dare you put on a wedding gown meant for a royal bride to force me into marriage? You're pathetic!" Just then, his uncle, Fenryr Greyhouse, the youngest Alpha King in Lunholm's history, hurriedly arrives. He drapes a shawl around my shoulders and slides a wedding ring onto my finger. That's when Cole panics.

Turning eighteen wasn't as pleasant for Esmy as it was for other teenagers. Her body was changing, and worse-her foster father was found dead in the woods close by to her house and on his body was her hairband. With only flashes of her memory from the night before, Esmy had no idea what was happening to her, until she met a man who seemed to know about her kind-she felt drawn to him like a magnetic pull, never understanding what a mate bond was. But instead of helping her, Esmy is abandoned and rejected by her mate. Whilst searching for answers, Esmy encountered another man-Killian Rollins, a man whom she also felt an unexplainable bond with but he turns out to be her mate's brother. What happens when Esmy is mated to two half brothers? How will Esmy figure out about her bloodline? Will she be able to overcome the mate bond?

Elena the only daughter of a business tycoon meets and falls in love with the son of a carpenter. Her mother was a socialite that wouldn't settle for less including a poor son-in-law. Elena falls pregnant and she has to make a choice between her husband and twins or lose all Anthony gets tired of Elena's inability to take a stand for their marriage, which her mother was hell-bent on destroying. He makes a decision that separates a mother from her child, a wife from her husband. Innocent lives must suffer the consequences of their action

“I don't know Stella! I'm just not in love with you anymore!” “No, no you can't do this Antonio,” she shook her head. Antonio Dante had fallen out of love. His own mistake. He leaves her. His own regret. Now he wants her back. He needs her. But she is gone. Far out of his human reach. "I gave you one simple fucking job! Find her!" It's too late.

Love of two boys Ryan, son of a rich business man, future CEO of the big company and Parth from middle family ground, raised by a single mother and grandparents. Family of Ryan is Open-minded ready to accept the changing society mindset where Parth family is stereotype . They fall in love. In between many misunderstandings come. At one point everything fall apart but they get second chance to make up everything.