Painful Love

Devin King was my first—well, everything. They say you never forget your first. Whoever said that was right because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get him out of my head or my heart. I foolishly thought my heart wouldn’t miss what it couldn’t see, but I was wrong because I never forgot, not for one moment. You’re not supposed to kiss your best friend. You’re not supposed to give your virginities to one another, either—but we did. We were kids, teenagers, full of hormones and mixed emotions, but it felt right. He was the first boy to kiss me, the first boy to touch me and taste me in a way only a lover would. “Say you want to be mine….” He whispered while I shook in his arms. And I did. And then he wrecked me. After I trusted him and gave myself to him, he disappeared, left me in my , the scent of him still lingering on my skin, the taste of his kiss still fresh on my lips. He left me after the amazing night we shared after we became one another’s and disappeared without a word. Until one day ten years later he pops up like a rash as the newly appointed CEO of our firm. Was I shocked to see him standing in the office after a decade? Yes. Did I almost faint? Hell yes. My heart may have melted a little when he smiled right at me, but he wouldn’t ever know that—because I hated him. But here I am, the VP of an established publication firm standing in the CEO’s office handcuffed to the pompous face. Why are we handcuffed you ask? Well, that's a funny story...

On Benedict Bradford’s birthday, he posted a link on social media with a taunting offer: [$1.99 buys you a prank—target: Sansa Stormcloud.] So when I arrived at his party, the guests drenched me in water, hurled glasses, smashed cake in my face, and shoved me down the stairs. Benedict sneered as he stood over me, arm slung around Lina Kipling. “You think you’re fit to marry into the Bradfords? Pathetic. “You’re not even in Lina’s league. You’re worth nothing more than a couple of dollars!” I picked myself up, dusted off my dress, and handed him an invitation. “You know, Benedict, the Bradfords have another heir. “And shortly afterwards, you’ll address me respectfully as your sister-in-law.”

His smoldering golden gaze struck sparks from hers. “I wanted you the first time I saw you nearly three years ago. Now I want you even more.” “Me too... I've been waiting for this for so long… Three years might seem an eternity sometimes. Touch me, Diego. Please,” she mumbled shakily. “I will, 'cariño'… And I won’t stop. Not until you beg me to.” "Then... Don’t you ever stop…” she whispered urgently, shifting her hips in a restive movement against the sheet, wildly, wickedly conscious of the growing ache at the very heart of her. “Never…” "Is this a promise?" "A certainty." For sexy, mysterious Mexican aristocrat Diego Francisco Martinez del Río, Duque de Altamira, Jacqueline Maxwell was a gypsy, a weirdo living in awful conditions. And she was raising his orphaned baby niece in… a trailer! So unacceptable! Since she wasn’t giving up on little Azura, and his niece was very fond of her aunt, Diego offered to marry Jacqueline and raise the little girl together. Yes, she was poor but she was a real beauty, and with a little help, Jacqueline might become a perfect wife for a Duque. Graceful, beautiful... delightful, even. Jacqueline Maxwell knew Diego and his kind all too well. He was as stunning and charming as the devil himself, but twice as ruthless and heartless. He was just a playboy interested in one thing and one thing only. And it had nothing to do with little Azura. Still, accepting his proposal of a marriage of convenience might be the end to all her worries regarding the little girl left in her care by Alyssa, her sister...

A Beta is weak. Ordinary. He didn't have an Alpha's might or strength. Nor did he have the beauty and splendor of an Omega. But a Beta can love too. Jillian is a beta. It was impossible for her to avoid meeting Alvin. The Omega Alvin desired left him for unknown reasons, but Jillian looks strikingly similar to the Omega Alvin adores. So he took a chance and jumped into his arms, expecting to be treated as a toy, a substitute. Jillian fully knew what she was jumping into. Yet it was love. 'I'm hoping for at least a little love.' He was willing to give up his freedom for the love of his life. ... Years have passed. Alvin had never loved her. The millionaire CEO of the city's largest company, the dream alpha of many omegas. He was just a regular beta, so it's no surprise. Nonetheless, he clung to that torturous love, selling out his body for him to use, like a prostitute for love. Will He ever understand? The Alpha he craves does not deserve him in the least.

When loved is tied to memories, Daria forgets loses her memories she forgets her love, she is seduced by her lover's younger brother to exact revenge on her for leaving his brother mentally broken. the two of them fall deeply in love with each other but everything comes to a sudden stop when her lost memory and her old love returns. and Daria has to choose between her husband and the mental health of her old love. who will Daria choose

Sometimes we feel like its actually love but we maybe confused not its not may be its an attraction i guess

Isaac held her hand with the depleting energy in him, his body shaking as he felt the steady stream of crimson fluid pumping out of his heart and flowing down his skin, staining his vest. She tried to pull the scissors out again, but he held on tighter, squeezing his face at the searing pain. "Love," He mumbled, looking into her cold eyes. Natalie pulled at the scissors, but he held on with every little energy he had in him, shaking his head in plea that she'd stop. She didn't, and his tenacity made her twist the tool, and he let out a painful groan, a hot drop of tear escaping his eyes. ... As he laid there with four bleeding puncture wounds in his body, his bloodshot eyes fell on her unconscious body, and more painful tears trickled down his face. He had failed. He had failed his wife and son. *** Natalie Cabel's life changes from bitter to bittersweet after a one-night stand with Isaac Bardekk, heir apparent to the throne of Bardaen. His love was contagious and bewitching, and she found herself helplessly wanting him in her forever. But a lady without roots could never be a crown princess of such a powerful kingdom, especially not one who lived a promiscuous life. Isaac, however, was not ready to give up as he promised her a new identity, prestige, and immunity in return for her being a faithful wife. For how long, though, and to what extent can she remain immune to hate and adversity from the queen consort? The queen mother? Her father-in-law, the king? And the subjects? If so, can she really uphold her faithfulness and be free from her husband's hate? Even when Vincent, Isaac's stepbrother, targets that?

My fiancé was the CEO of a powerful financial conglomerate, and to the outside world, he adored me beyond measure. A week before our wedding, I found out I was pregnant with triplets. I had planned to tell him the joyful news in person. But instead, I witnessed him in bed with other women. Not with just one. It felt like a knife had carved into my soul, cutting so deep I lost all hope, all trust. My tears begged for release, but I held my head high, forcing myself to stay strong. For him, I had given up everything—my pride, my family, my career. Yet he chose to share our love with others. All those vows to love me and only me for a lifetime had been lies. Our so-called future, our wedding—it was all a cruel joke. He was no longer the man I once loved. He had become tainted. I would not endure his betrayal. He no longer deserved to be the father of my children. So I made my decision—to disappear, to fake my death and start over, to give myself and my babies a chance at a free, unburdened life. But I never imagined he'd become obsessed and start searching the world for women who resembled me, all while declaring I was the only one he ever loved. Too little, too late. His affection now is worth nothing. This time, I'm not looking back.

A union of two enemies could only mean two things; a disaster bound to fail or a match about to withstand the test of time. Either ways, Gwendolyn Stone never for once thought she'd be married off for the company's sake and worse to a man she hated every fiber of his being. Gerald Smith had an expensive taste in women and Gwen isn't a woman he'd pick to spend the rest of his life with. Compared to his train of model girlfriends, Gwen is quite plain Jane. Gwen's plan for the marriage is simple, get into it and make Gerald regret accepting the marriage. Gerald's plan is direct, make Gwen suffer for ending his bachelor life and make her whole life miserable as his wife. We are in for a roller coaster of drama, or a touch of Cupid, who knows?

What happens when two billionaire step-brothers who dislike each other both fall in love with the same woman? Alexander Hernandez—the first son of the billionaire CEO; Gabriel Hernandez—after spending fifteen years abroad, returns back to his country under the disguise name 'Asher', fully prepared to avenge the death of his first love; Annette Nittolo, who died in a suspicious accident during his younger days. Along the line, his fate got intertwined with a young chef, Josie Maran. However, his step-brother, Chazz Hernandez, who he hates so much is also interested in the same woman as him. What happens when the two billionaire stepbrothers have to fight each other for their father's company and also fight each other for the same woman?