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Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress I, Eva Hart, was given seven minutes to become someone else's bride. My sister ran. My family panicked. So they zipped me into her wedding dress and pushed me down the aisle instead. I thought I was just saving my family's name. Instead, I married a stranger who looked at me like I'd already betrayed him once before. He says I promised to marry him five years ago. He says I disappeared without a word. I don't remember any of it — not his face, not his name, not the ring that somehow still fits my finger. By the time I found the photograph, it was already too late to walk away. **READ NOW**

When I was being harassed by the Romano family’s consigliere, my fiancé, Don Luca of the Villani family, was busy kissing and drinking with Gianna at a party. To secure the partnership, I had no choice but to drink the glass the consigliere pressed against my lips. My stomach churned violently, and I could barely breathe. However, Luca never once looked at me. Instead, he focused entirely on picking the lime slices out of Gianna’s drink, coaxing her gently into finishing it. Once the party ended, Gianna casually mentioned she was bored, and Luca immediately made me get out of the car so he could take her bar-hopping afterward. “She’s been helping me manage the accounts lately, so I’m taking her out to relax. “You don’t even like bars, so don’t come along. “And I’m staying with her tonight until she has fun. So we’ll postpone the wedding again, since I can’t make it to the church tomorrow.” Our wedding had already been delayed for eight years. This was the ninety-eighth time Luca had canceled it on his own. I simply nodded. Since he was always too busy, maybe this wedding didn’t need to happen.

She looked down at my dying body, disgust written into every line of her face. “You really thought I was on your side?” she whispered. “How pathetic.” Blood filled my mouth as I smiled bitterly. So this was the price of trust. ~~~ They destroyed her marriage to Lucien, tricked her into signing papers that erased her name, her future, even her very existence. She gave them her heart, her loyalty, her life… and they repaid her with betrayal sharp enough to kill her or maybe it actually did. A few forged smiles, a few carefully chosen lies. One signature was all it took to strip her of everything, her name, her fortune, even her freedom. Her best friend, her childhood sweetheart. The only people she believed loved her. They didn’t just take her wealth or her freedom, they took her body, piece by piece, until death was the only thing left. But fate wasn’t done with Aria. When she opened her eyes again, she wasn’t on a cold operating table, she was back at the beginning. Before the lies, before the signatures, before the knife slid in. This time, she wouldn’t be naive. This time, she wouldn’t love blindly. She would rewrite her future, step by step. She would make them pay, before they even realized the game had changed. And Lucien… The man she once abandoned, the regret she carried even into death. This time, she would choose him. Could she destroy them all… and still hold onto the one thing she loved most, or would revenge demand a price too high even for her?

The story is a mixture of fantasy, a bit of comedy, unconventional romance, and addressing issues that people encounter everyday rolled into one. This ought to leave meaningful lessons about love, one's existence, new beginnings , and dealing with the different nuances of life.

On the day she was supposed to marry the man she loved, Lila Voss lost everything. Alex died in a tragic car crash just minutes before their ceremony, leaving her shattered and alone. Grieving and broken, Lila never expected his family to pressure her into marrying his cold, ruthless older brother. Damian Voss, the billionaire who blames her for Alex’s death, only agreed to the marriage to please his stepmother. To Damian, Lila is nothing more than an unwanted reminder of his loss. He sees her as the woman who stole his brother’s last breath. Yet the more he tries to push her away, the more his young daughter Mia clings to Lila’s warmth. As secrets from the past begin to surface and Mia’s fragile health pulls them closer, Damian’s hatred slowly cracks. The man who once looked at her with disgust now finds himself unable to look away. In a world of power, pain, and forbidden desire, can the widow forced into this marriage heal the very man who broke her? Or will their painful past destroy any chance of a future together?

A post asked: "What did it feel like to marry someone you didn’t love?" My husband answered, "No fun in bed at all. Every day, I think about divorce." Owen Clinton’s first love, Luna Dawson, had returned to town, and sparks had reignited between them in secret. Luna, with smug confidence, had urged me to step aside. But I only laughed as I tossed the divorce papers at her. "If you were so capable, you’d get him to sign them. Otherwise, I won't even take you seriously.”

While enrolling my son in an elite school, the administrator suddenly tells me my marriage certificate is forged. "According to our records, your marital status is listed as single." "But I've been married to my husband, Chandler Leighton, for seven years!" Behind me, other parents waiting in line burst out laughing mockingly. "Did she just say Chandler Leighton? She must be dreaming." Amid their ridicule, I leave and head straight to the city hall for a confirmation. And as a wife of seven years, my marital status in the system is stated as "Single". A cold dread washes over me as I press. "Who is Chandler Leighton's legal wife?" The clerk flatly spats out a name, "Heather Hammington." It was that name again! I rush home, ready to confront Chandler, but pause just outside the door when I hear voices inside. "It's been seven years, Mr. Leighton. Do you still have no plans to grant Mrs. Leighton a legal status?" After a lengthy pause, Chandler finally answers, "Just wait a little longer. Heather lost both her parents… I'm the only one who can help her, so she needs this title." "What if Mrs. Leighton finds out?" "Danielle loves me too much to leave, even if she finds out. Once Heather has established her foothold in the business industry, I'll make it official with Danielle and give her a true marriage certificate." He sounds so certain, unaware that I'm standing just outside the door with tears streaming down my face. "You'll be disappointed, you liar." I take out my phone and dial a number I haven't called in years. "Mom, I accept the Atwoods' marriage arrangement."

Adelia, who works as a hotelier, is forced to accept an arranged marriage with Afgan, the heir to the richest Billionaire family in Dubai. However, the night before her wedding day, Adelia is caught in a one-night stand with a mysterious man who is drunk. Adelia immediately went in search of contraceptive pills the next morning, but bad luck was on her side as she bumped into the man who would become her husband-to-be. From the anti-pregnancy pills that Adelia bought, Afgan began to think that she was a cheap woman and that this marriage would not go the way Adelia wanted. Afgan really hates cheap women. Let's see the story until the end, hopefully it can entertain your leisure time.

“I don’t want her in my life, Mother. She’s just a piece of shit like the rest of them … Get her out of here now!” Alpha King Diego was the most fearsome there ever was, ruthless in business, and cold-hearted toward love. Being crippled only made him fiercer. So when his mother bought Fibi to be his wife, Fibi knew that her misery had just began. Sold by the man she called Father, she never even got to know her true mate. That is, until fate brought him her way at a time when all hope was lost. As it turned out, her mate was already mated to the stepsister she didn't even know she had. How is this even possible? What is her best way forward? Already married to Alpha Diego, will she fight for a place in his cold heart? Or will she go after her true mate? Either way, it's a fight to the finish for her.

After five years together, my fiancée Selene—a surgeon—canceled our wedding forty-nine times. The first time, she was in the middle of makeup when Kaelen, her male intern, messed up a patient’s chart. She rushed back to the hospital and left me waiting at the altar all day. The second time, just as we were about to exchange rings, she heard Kaelen was being bullied by another doctor. She went back to rescue him. I stayed behind, facing a roomful of smirking guests. After that, every time I tried to reschedule, that intern had some new emergency. Always needed her. Always right when the wedding was supposed to happen. I finally decided to end it. The day I left New York, she searched for me like a madwoman. But I was already gone.