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Lillian Wilson, upon losing her boyfriend in a car accident, changes completely, The guilt of surviving the accident continues to eat her up until she meets a mysterious guy, Camden Millier, who sweeps her off her feet and introduces her to a world of healing and emotional connections. Will Lillian be able to love again? What is the secret that Camden is keeping from her? Will they be able to heal together or Will they have to let go of each other?

A girl jumped into the river, cursing her fate and God. She was sinking in water and a pair of huge arms saved her. Someone, who came to save her is her Saviour. He carries her in her arms and puts her in his car. He reached the hospital in a few minutes with the unconscious body of that girl. All the way, he was looking at her thinking about the girl. She became conscious after treatment of a few hours given by doctors. She asked first of all, as she woke up, "Who saved me?" A sound like a roar is colliding in her ears, "I saved you." "You...... What the hell ?" She yelled. "Don't shout Ms Aradhya Kashyap. Now I gave you a new life so you have to pay for this." Samarth said

Natasha Kaufman's life has always been dictated by the blueprint her parents handed her, not by fate. Life never seemed to be on her side, until she was driven into something she could only describe as... intriguing. Michael Montero, the talk of the town, a billionaire blessed with both beauty and wealth. His mysterious aura and his cold and distant personality stir up a flurry of rumors about his personal life. The only person with the key to unlock his Pandora's Box is the chosen one to be his bride, and that person is Natasha. Every bumpy road comes with its fair share of risks and challenges. Will Natasha navigate her way to the depths of Michael's labyrinth heart when he himself

Book two. Please read “Our Young Funny Voices” before “Our Blank Canvas”. Exactly one year ago, Vasilisa Krovopuskova left her life in Siberia, Russia behind to pursue a serious relationship with her American girlfriend, Francine Chirilova. Aside from the unwavering love Vasha feels for her lover, the emptiness of not belonging begins to wear on their relationship. With only Francine and their tight knit group of friends to rely on for comfort, a shocking message on Vasilisa’s VK social media account may bring her back to Russia on a temporary basis. Francine struggles to help Vasilisa overcome her insecurities, but they aren’t the only ones having a hard time. With Navy-woman Brody deployin

This was the hundredth time Mom caught Dad throwing thousands of dollars at social media influencers. She didn't scream or make a scene for the entire construction crew to laugh at anymore, nor did she pause her work. Dad thought she had finally learned her place and grown sensible. The very next month, he invited every single worker on the job site to attend his wedding. However, he kept Mom and me out of it. When the workers returned, they were all gossiping about how Mom, the worn-out house-cat, had been replaced by a beauty. The bride was a meticulously dolled-up young woman. I had seen her on his phone many times. Every time, she would be wearing next to nothing, dancing on came

"Your marriage is a $50 souvenir, Ms. Vance. And your husband's already married to someone else." In a single moment at the immigration office, my life as the wife of NHL superstar Liam Sterling evaporated. Our secret Vegas wedding was a fraud, and Liam was already legally married to his "manager," Sophia. But the cruelty didn't end there. Liam expected me to adopt a "war hero's orphan", a child that was actually his and Sophia's secret son. He didn't want a wife. He wanted a world-class doctor to fix his career and a free nanny to raise his real wife's child. Liam made one fatal mistake: he forgot that I'm the only one who can keep him on the ice. I signed a record-breaking contract with th

NOT LIKE THIS!!! Talia Grey never expected to meet the man she abandoned like this! A wife trapped in a marriage where the furniture are of more value than her being. She used to be the rich kid, he was the pauper! Now he stands before her as heir to a powerful empire — cold, untouchable and dangerously handsome. Meanwhile Ethan Reed has spent five years drowning himself in work enough to forget about her, not until one meeting shatters it all. Five years ago, Talia Grey walked away from the only man she ever loved; bound by duty and fear. Now, his grandfather's 80th birthday and retirement celebration has brought him back to her city. "You're.....rich?" Talia's voice dropped, her

I had been with Lars Carter for six years. The head of Midas Capital in Eastwind City, he was a rising star in Riverton's Silver Street—the heart of this nation's financial world. Few knew his true roots. Within him flowed the Vitalus bloodline. Lars descended from an old mafia clan from the city of Virgil in Vitalus, the Viktors. Midas Capital was ours. We built it from the ground up together; Lars would haunt private clubs, ironing out business deals amid drinks. I would stay by his side, doing the accounts, steering the direction of the negotiations, and memorizing every detail of the high-stakes contracts. We did everything together—a tight team. Or so I thought. In my naivete, I

Imani Carter has everything she once prayed for—a beautiful home, a rising career in public relations, and a husband, Malik, who has loved her since they were teenagers. From the outside, their marriage looks like a dream. Inside, though, it has grown predictable, careful, and a little too quiet. Hoping to bring excitement back into their relationship, Imani agrees to Malik’s suggestion of inviting a third person into their marriage—just for fun, just for adventure, just once. Enter Zariah. Zariah is magnetic, confident, and everything Imani didn’t realize she was craving—spontaneous, emotionally open, and unapologetically free. What begins as an arrangement with rules quickly shifts into

After eight years of marriage, my husband ignored my protests and brought his so-called cancer-stricken first love into our home. “You heartless woman! You don’t have an ounce of compassion! You’re not even worth a single strand of Luna’s hair!” Even my son chimed in, shouting that if I didn’t let Luna Miller in, he wouldn’t acknowledge me as his mother. That was it. I was done. I divorced him and accepted an invitation to return to the design world—back to the top where I belonged. But then they saw the forged cancer diagnosis. And suddenly, the tears came. “Baby, I was tricked! It was always you—I’ve only ever loved you!” “Mom, don’t leave me! I’m your only child!” I d