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I had cancer. And Carl—my boyfriend of seven years—ditched me at the hospital to play fake boyfriend for his so-called best friend, just so she could dodge her parents' marriage pressure. When the results came in, I broke down. Clutching the report, I sobbed as I called him. "Carl, I... I..." My voice cracked. I didn't even know how to say it. I thought he'd comfort me. Instead, his voice came sharp through the phone. "Can you not? Mia's just a friend. What's so wrong about me helping her?—do you have to be so dramatic? I already promised to marry you this month. What more do you want?"

Durand avait épousé Louis depuis trois ans, mais cela n'avait pas suffi à éclipser l'amant qu'il chérissait dans son cœur depuis dix ans. Le jour où elle fut diagnostiquée avec un cancer de l'estomac, il était justement en train d'accompagner son amant pour faire examiner leur fils. Elle ne fit pas d'esclandre, elle prit simplement l'acte de divorce et partit docilement, ce qui ne fit qu'attiser des représailles encore plus violentes.Il s'avéra qu'il l'avait épousée uniquement pour se venger de sa sœur. Alors qu'elle était accablée par la maladie, il lui saisit le menton et lui dit froidement : « C'est ce que ta famille me doit. » Par la suite, sa famille fut ruinée, son père fut victime d'un accident de voiture et devint un légume, et elle, désespérée, se jeta du haut d'un immeuble.« La dette que les Durand doivent, je l'ai payée de ma vie, » dit-elle. Cependant, Louis, d'ordinaire si fier, s'effondra, les yeux injectés de sang, suppliant à genoux et follement qu'elle revienne encore et encore...

After our eighty-eighth canceled wedding, I called my business partner. "I'm taking the Haviana market project." There was a beat of stunned silence. "Seriously? That's ten years overseas. You just got married—well, weren't you? Does your husband even know? What about your parents? You always said staying close to them was everything." I glanced around the empty church and let out a sharp laugh. "There was no wedding. No husband. And my parents? They've got Cindy. That's all they need." Another pause. "Alright. Pack your bags. You leave tomorrow." After the call, I ran a hand down my wedding dress. One last tear slipped out, quiet and pointless. Cindy had another "episode" today. Claimed she'd off herself. Andrew canceled—again. I'd looked at him, drained. "It's the eighty-eighth time." He dropped his head, guilt all over him. "Just a little more time, Viv. She's been off since the accident. I'm scared she'll actually do it. I swear, I'll talk to her. For real this time. Then we'll get married. Promise." My parents didn't hesitate. "Vivian, let Andrew go. If Cindy hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't have these breakdowns. Are you really putting a wedding over your sister's life?" "How could you be so selfish?" I'd heard it all before. Used to fight it. Not this time. If neither my fiancé nor my parents wanted me around, then fine. I'd leave.

Charlotte Rosewood is a poor human girl, at least she thinks so. Her parents passed away, leaving nothing to her but a large amount of debt. When she thinks she had to spend the rest of her life in doing heavy job to pay back the debt, a mysterious but handsome man breaks into her hellish life, and saves her out of it. The beginning is like a fairytale, but what followed is beyond Charlotte’s expectation. The mysterious man turns out to be a were-wolf, who is also the prince of his pack. What’s more? He has an engagement with Charlotte, which means Charlotte is going to become the future Luna. Charlotte never dreamed that such a thing would happen in her life. However, there is only one problem: Alexander, who is said to be her fiancé, already has his fated love and is unwilling to be engaged with Charlotte. What should Charlotte do? Pursue Alexander to change his mind, or give up the engagement and go back to her own life? When Charlotte thinks she is over with Alexander and will leave the pack without any doubt, what she doesn’t expect is Alexander becomes the one who persists in their engagement and trying best to get her back. I'm My Alpha's Fated Love is created by Cara TaleSmith, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

J'ai été choisie pour être la fiancée de Lorenzo, l'héritier de la Mafia. Mais lors d'un gala familial, Lorenzo a été ouvertement courtisé par Chiara, la fille d'un marchand d'armes. Chiara n'était pas comme les autres débutantes respectueuses des règles. Elle a filé à toute allure dans les rues au volant d'une voiture de sport modifiée, a utilisé un couteau de combat de qualité militaire pour couper ses cigares et a bu le whisky le plus âpre, pur. Il y avait en elle une sauvagerie indomptée, un feu dont Lorenzo n'a pas pu détourner le regard. Il s'est plaint auprès des anciens de la famille : « Comment une femme pareille pourrait-elle être notre Madre et diriger toute cette famille ? » Ses paroles ont dégouliné de mépris pour son imprudence, et pourtant ses yeux sont restés rivés sur elle, suivant chacun de ses gestes tandis qu'elle levait son verre. Puis, le jour de l'anniversaire de Lorenzo, il a annoncé son intention de faire de Chiara sa maîtresse. Chiara a refusé : « Les femmes de ma famille sont des épouses, jamais des maîtresses. Et le cœur de mon mari doit n'appartenir qu'à moi. » Lorenzo est venu me voir, la voix hésitante. « Alessia, ce n'est qu'un titre. J'ai besoin que tu le lui cèdes. S'il te plaît ? Elle ne comprend pas les traditions de notre famille et elle a fait tout un scandale à propos de m'épouser. Il faut simplement l'apaiser pour l'instant. Même si elle m'épouse, c'est toi qui continueras à gérer les affaires de la famille. » Alors que je me tenais là à essayer ma robe de mariée, une perle de cristal acérée sur le corsage m'a percé le doigt. Une seule goutte de sang s'est épanouie sur le satin d'un blanc immaculé. La robe a été ruinée, mais le mariage a eu lieu malgré tout. Si je ne pouvais pas être l'épouse de l'héritier, je suis devenue la femme du Don.

When Nathan comes to pick me up on the day of the wedding, he loses his footing and falls down a flight of stairs that's several feet high. He's not badly injured, but he bumps his head on the steps and ends up with jumbled memories. He mistakenly thinks that I am his first love, who had once hurt him. He reacts violently whenever he sees me. At this time, I found out that I am pregnant. The doctor says that the good news might be able to awaken his memories partially. I rush off to find him, holding the medical report. However, I accidentally overhear the conversation between him and his friends. "Nate is always full of ideas. Now he's even claiming that his memories are jumbled up! As long as you don't get bored, Olivia will never be able to force you to get married." "Don't spout nonsense. I do love Liv, and she's the only one that I'll ever love. I'll just have fun for half a month more before I settle down and get married." "Half a month? That isn't even enough time to flirt with all the female models at the club. Can you really be satisfied with that?" Nathan's expression turns cold as he snaps, "I'm not an irresponsible jerk. Liv and I have been together for so many years. "I'm definitely going to marry her. Call someone now! I want the one from yesterday with a tiny waist and a big bottom. It excites me to look at her!" Trembling, I tear up the notice from the hospital and turn to leave.

"Ah, je vois que vous vous êtes déjà rencontrés." Mes sourcils se froncèrent de confusion mais Mike sourit. "C'est Julian. Mon fils." Le monde s'est figé. Je me tournai avec raideur, le pouls assourdissant dans mes oreilles. Julian Sawyer se tenait à côté de moi, souriant légèrement, ignorant complètement qui j'étais. Mon tyran. Mon bourreau. Et maintenant… mon demi-frère. ******* Zoey Baker, une oméga sans loup, a les yeux rivés sur le golden boy de l'école depuis longtemps. Lorsqu’elle a finalement trouvé le courage de lui parler, elle a été humiliée et moquée. Un acte de harcèlement a mal tourné et sa mère, désireuse de sauver la vie de son enfant, a pris la décision de quitter la ville. Cela fait trois ans et les choses ont radicalement changé... La louve de Zoey a fait son apparition et Julian n'est plus le connard égoïste et arrogant qu'il était. Que se passe-t-il lorsque leurs chemins se croisent à nouveau ? Que se passe-t-il lorsque le destin leur réserve une surprise folle à laquelle aucun d’entre eux ne pourrait s’attendre ? Continuez à lire pour le découvrir.......

Elin was supposed to marry the crown prince and become the queen. That's what her father the duke had always told her, and that's what everyone believed. That is until the day the crown prince mysteriously loses his life in a tragic event leaving Elin drowning in grief, anger, and guilt. Fingers point out at her in suspicion as the next in line for the throne. As the conflict between noble parties began she's thrown into a fight for succession with her cousin and childhood friend, Louis. That's when the king interfered, sending Elin to study with her cousin at the royal academy postponing the announcement of the next heir, and giving her the perfect chance to realize her goals. Taking that as her chance, Elin begins to orchestrate her plans to investigate who killed her fiance while looking for a way to let her cousin win the succession battle. If only they would let her step down from the throne. She didn't expect that Louis too had his own plans in all this madness. And that she would meet someone else who would make her reconsider her decision and shake the fragile balance she was standing on.

“You are just a surrogate mother, nothing more, I never loved you, leave at once!” His words hit me like a thunderstruck.  I have wasted five years being with him, made him the Alpha of his pack, supported him, carried his child only to be casted aside and my sister taking my place.  Little did I know…I wasn't just a surrogate mother, I was the long lost Luna of the Lycan Alpha.

My fiancé’s first love Chloe had returned. Rumor had it she’d been overseas, treating some rare disease. I hadn’t believed it—until the day she showed up at my engagement party. And I watched as the man I’d been hopelessly in love with since I was sixteen left our party with her. “Wait for me,” Nathan said, “She is fragile. I need to make sure she is well.” He ignored me, but accompanying her to everywhere. I threw away the rings, trashed the wedding gown. When I was pale and trembling from a heart failure later. Nathan finally showed up. “Don’t you dare die on me, Emily,” His hands were shaking. His voice cracked. “We still have a wedding.”