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Sophie, who deeply loved Dylan, had been enduring constant pain because Dylan was in love with a lowly maid. Dylan believed the maid was his lifesaver, and he forced Sophie to donate a kidney to her. Only then did he realize he had mistaken the wrong person—but by that time, Sophie had already left him forever.

I had been hanging around with Mark Anderson for eight years. People in his circle said I had become addicted to loving him.To what extent had I become addicted?I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.In the end, Mark sent me to rehab.Others went to rehab for smoking, drinking, or gaming addiction.But I went to rehab for Mark.Later, I did successfully overcome my addiction to him, but he expressed regret over it.

I masterminded a half-billion-dollar art auction to wash money for Miles’s family. But at the celebration party, Miles gave all the credit to Rebecca. His childhood friend. The daughter of the family’s consigliere. I stormed into his study. “Miles, head curator was Rebecca? Are you sure about that?” He looked up from a cloud of smoke, pulling me into his arms. His voice was a low, soothing rumble. “Valerie, I know you want to prove yourself, but this was all Rebecca. Especially the Caravaggio. The real one, worth three hundred million. She’s the one who pulled it off.” His lips brushed my forehead, his breath hot. “I don’t love you because you can fix some old paintings. You’re my queen, always. My girl. You don’t have to worry about her.” I almost laughed. The anger was choking me. “She can’t tell the difference between oil and acrylic. How the hell would she know a real from a fake?” “Enough!” Miles cut me off, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I know what Rebecca can do. Don’t make a scene just because you’re jealous.” His hands tightened, trapping me in his smoky embrace. “Don’t disappoint me, Valerie.” But he already had. When I’d had enough of his favoritism and his blindness, I walked. And that's when he went crazy. Scoured the earth looking for me. Begging me to come back, saying he was blind, that he’d been wrong about everything.

My peace shattered when my daughter found a used condom in our family car. I knew my husband, Derek, never loved me, but I never thought he was the kind of man to leave the disgusting evidence of his betrayal for his daughter to find. I thought this was the worst part, but life was always harsher than you could imagine. When I followed an anonymous text to Derek’s office, I saw him, my husband, kissing a woman in front of the windows. It was Savannah—my sister, Derek’s first love, who had died seven years ago.

Laura Julianne Knight had everything in life that a woman can wish for. Beauty, brain, wealth and a rich father that loved her the most. When she was secretly named as the heir to a large group of companies by her father, it became the beginning of the destruction of her happiness. Vincent Verdi, a devilishly handsome and arrogant CEO. He was looking for a contract wife that would obey his commands to fulfil his plan in making his ex-girlfriend, Rachel come back to him. And Julia was his perfect choice. Fate brought the two together and then let them apart. After the divorce, Vincent could not get Julia out of his mind anymore. At this moment, he encountered a woman called Laura. Who was she? Why did she have the same face with Julia? And why did she think he was the enemy of her family? There were so many questions that puzzled him, but Vincent was sure that: HE WANTED HER BACK!

“He broke her heart once. Now he’s willing to lose his empire just to win it back.” --- Simula 12 years old pa lang ay minahal na si Talia si Caden Montclair. Kaya nang magkasundo ang kanilang mga pamilya na ipakasal sila sa isa't-isa ay labis-labis ang saya niya. Pero sa loob ng tatlong taon, sikreto silang naging mag-asawa nang hindi nagsasama sa iisang bubong. Bagkus, dalawang beses sa isang buwan ay nagkikita sila ni Caden sa Montclair Villa para punan ang “obligasyon” niya sa asawa at iyon ay maging bed partner nito. Hanggang sa isang araw ay natauhan na lang si Talia. Napagtanto niya na kahit anong gawin niya ay hindi siya magagawang mahalin pabalik ni Caden. Kaya nang magpunta siya sa mansyon ng mga Montclair ay kinausap niya ang asawa at sinabing, “Caden, let's get divorce.” “You’re willing to give up being Mrs. Montclair that easily?” malamig namang tanong ni Caden. “Yes. I already prepared the documents.” Matapos niyon ay umalis na si Talia at hindi na muling nagpakita pa. Pero makalipas ang ilang taon, ay muli siyang nagbalik bilang isang babaeng may dignidad, puno ng kumpiyansa, at kinikilala sa buong bansa. At ngayon, si Caden Montclair naman ang naghahabol sa kanya at humihingi ng second chance. The man who once ignored her now can’t stop chasing her. But Talia has finally learned something he never did— love without respect isn’t love at all.

When I was having a heart attack, my parents, my brother, and my fiancé were all at our family casino—celebrating Eva, our adopted daughter, at her twenty-first birthday, her official debut into the mafia world. The doctor refused to operate without a legal guardian’s signature. So I called them. My father’s assistant answered. “Sorry, Miss. The Don is in the middle of a toast.” My brother and mother let it ring until it went silent. Finally, my fiancé, Adam, picked up. Music roared behind him. I could hear laughter, glasses clinking. “Cecilia,” he said, impatient. “If you can’t even show up for Eva’s party, stop causing trouble. Today is Eva’s debut. Every Don from three territories is here. Whatever drama you’re playing can wait.” I lost count of how many times they chose her over me. So after this call, I stopped calling. I signed my own name. My family thought I’d finally learned to be obedient. But they should’ve known that in our world, silence only means one thing—I was preparing to disappear for good.

He forced me to marry him because of my sister. Now he found out that the story he believed was not true. He was lied to. He wanted me back but all I want is his regret.

3 years after getting married, I am still a virgin. "Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

My boyfriend passed away from illness. Before he died, he asked me to look after his only younger brother—Callum Ressler. I put Callum through college, and helped him build his company from the ground up. Then one night, after a round of drinking at some work function, he ended up in bed with me. While I wrestled with what we were to each other, I noticed something on his office desk: a photo of me, framed neatly beside an engagement ring. My heart stirred. I pushed open the lounge door, ready to finally talk about us. But just as the door creaked open, a white camisole fell at my feet. I froze. Callum pulled the covers tightly around a shocked female assistant. "Diana, ever heard of knocking?" he snapped. Face pale, limbs suddenly uncoordinated, I started backing out. But the assistant's timid voice stopped me. "Diana… could you hand me my clothes?" I ignored the hostility behind her eyes, grabbed the garment, tossed it onto the bed, and left in a hurry. Once I stepped outside the company building, Callum called. "Diana, you should really stop barging into my room like that." I laughed and agreed. From that moment on, I never stepped into his world again.