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Her marriage has been unsuccessful since that day she got married to him. One sided love, and his unknown hatred towards her. "I'd rather sleep in the guest room than with you". His threatening voice echoed inside the room before he left. She finally understood the reality, married to him for a whole five years, only to discover now that he only used her to claim his inheritance. She was so heartbroken when she caught her own husband and his Mistress on a date that he has never taken her to, not even once. Anyways, who was she to call her his Mistress?. She should have understood that the Lady was his only Love of his Life, on the other hand, she was just an urgent second choice because his family didn't support his marriage with a lowly class. But now he actually became the Boss that he was, he didn't care about any bullshit from his family. "I guess, I won't regret what I'm about to do, I'm tired". Night falls, her drunken Handsome Husband she had admired all those years was finally at her own mercy. "There's no backing down this time around!. I won't always be treated like some pushover!". When the morning time arrived, a document "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" could be seen at the top of the bed. "Where is she?!". "E…. Em…. Your wife already left Boss".

At the express train station entrance, I was stopped by a security guard. He asked, “What is in the container?” I said, “It is a living heart. It needs to be transplanted in two hours.” I handed over the urgent medical pass. After the security guard checked the document and prepared to let me through, a hand reached from behind and grabbed the container. A voice shouted, “Do not let her go! The container contains prohibited items!” I turned and saw my sister‑in‑law, Ariana Cole. She pointed at me and shouted, “Sir, I am reporting her! She is my sister‑in‑law. What is in the container is not a cure for illness. It is drugs she bought from the black market. She plans to transport them and sell them by using her doctor identity!” Armed police surrounded us with their guns drawn. My eyes were bloodshot from anxiety. “Ariana, have you lost your mind? There is a donor heart inside! The recipient only has two hours to live!” Ariana rolled her eyes and sneered. “Why are you pretending? My brother said you have acted mysteriously lately. You are definitely up to no good. If you have nothing to hide, why not open it and show us?” The place fell silent. The SWAT officer leading the group spoke in a cold voice. He said, “Please cooperate with the inspection. Open the container immediately.” I looked at my countdown watch as cold sweat soaked my back. If the heart became contaminated, Arthur Quinn, the national hero who depended on it, would not survive.

The day after I gave my fiancé, Don Antonio Rossi, the cold shoulder, he took Sofia to Alicante for a romantic getaway. He expected me to explode like I always had before—trash his study, start a fight, maybe even put another bullet through Sofia’s head. After all, my arrogance and temper were infamous in the mafia world. But this time, I did nothing. When he came back a month later, he realized I had changed. He deliberately handed the arms route I managed over to Sofia, and I surrendered it without protest. He publicly criticized my competence to build Sofia’s authority, and I lowered my head and accepted every accusation. Even when he announced at a family meeting that the ports under my control would be transferred to Sofia, I nodded calmly. Sofia smiled at him triumphantly. “See? I told you. A spoiled principessa like Isabelle just needs the cold treatment. Once she’s afraid of losing you, she’ll behave.” Antonio believed her completely. That night, he held me in his arms and promised. “Darling, you finally look like a proper donna now. I’ve already reserved the church. Next month, I’ll give you the lavish wedding you’ve always wanted.” I only smiled at him and said nothing. What that fool didn’t know was that before he left for that trip, the document he signed was an agreement terminating our engagement.

For two long years, Vivienne believed she was the legally wedded Mrs. Montemayor. To be the perfect, submissive wife Ethan needed, she endured the cold stares of high society and swallowed the endless humiliations from his elitist family. She loved him with everything she had, believing his promise that they would eventually accept her. ​Until she accidentally tore their marriage certificate. ​When Vivienne went to the city hall for a certified replacement, her entire world collapsed. There was no record of their marriage. The document was a complete fake. The man she called her husband had trapped her in a beautifully constructed lie, using her to secure his grandfather’s massive inheritance—all while secretly protecting his true love, his former university professor. ​Worse, everyone around her knew. His family, his friends—they all kept the lie alive, planning to discard her and brand her as mentally unstable once the money was secure. ​Drowned in ultimate betrayal, Vivienne receives a life-changing call from the nation's top law firm. She isn't a penniless orphan. She is the long-lost daughter and sole heir of Alexander Valderama—the richest tycoon in the country. ​With the entire Valderama empire backing her, Vivienne reveals her true identity. The quiet, obedient wife is gone. The real heiress has returned, and she is ready to burn the Montemayor dynasty to the ground. ​Ethan thought he could just use her and throw her away, but what happens when he realizes she is the one who controls his entire future?

When my son suffered a heart attack in the middle of the night, I rushed him to the hospital where my wife worked. Instead of taking charge herself, she handed the operation to an intern. "New doctors need opportunities to learn. I'll be right there supervising. Nothing will happen." But before the surgery even began, a phone call pulled her away, leaving a trembling Marvin Vance alone in the operating room. My son never made it off the operating table. I collapsed in the hallway, sobbing in grief. Yet I overheard my wife gently comforting Marvin. "For your first surgery, you held on this long. You've done an amazing job, my little cinnamon roll." Awkwardly copying trendy slang younger people used online, she reassured him with endless patience. Then she turned to me with a cold expression and demanded that I sign a letter forgiving Marvin. "He has his whole future ahead of him. You can't destroy his life." I tore the document to pieces and threatened to call the police and expose what had happened. In response, she arranged for a medical donation and had my son's body dissected that very night. Driven insane by grief, I threw myself from a building while clutching my son's ashes. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of my son's surgery. This time, I immediately contacted my parents and transferred him to another hospital. But that night, they still dissected a child.

She didn't disappear because she was in danger. She disappeared because she was done. Veira Ashcroft spent years being brilliant, underestimated, and quietly indispensable to people who never once asked what she wanted. A forensic financial analyst with instincts no one could explain, she had built a careful, sufficient life in Edinburgh, until she found a document with her name in it seventeen times. Not one mention was a question. So she left. What no one told her, what no one knew, was that the entire supernatural world had been running on her. Five ancient bloodlines. One invisible network. And she was the only thing holding it together. Now the wolves are going blind in the dark. A three-hundred-year-old vampire can no longer feel his bloodline across Europe. A probability genius is watching his models dissolve into noise. A woman who moves financial markets with her instincts alone is losing her sense of direction. And the man who has spent eight years secretly arranging her life from the shadows is the one tasked with finding her. They have sixty days before the collapse becomes permanent. She has no interest in being found. Bloodline Zero is a slow-burn paranormal romance told in two timelines — the world unraveling without her, and the story of exactly why she left. Dark secrets, hidden identities, reverse harem tension, and a heroine who doesn't need saving. She needs an apology. Several, actually. Tags: paranormal romance · reverse harem · hidden identity · betrayal · chasing her back · second chance · billionaire · supernatural · strong female lead · slow burn

For the past twenty years white werewolves were hunted and killed in the White War for their superior powers, but now Alpha Elias must put an end to the views of this war to protect his kin . Even being the most powerful Alpha in the tri-state area, will he be able to put an end to the myths surrounding white wolves? Or will he fail to protect his family?

I had just one assignment. Go in. Find out the truth, document it, and leave. I wasn't meant to be emotionally attached, or stay more than a year. Neither was I supposed to care about his hidden charm personality he kept away from the public. I was not meant to fall in love with the man I came to destroy. In a room crowded with people, Adrian Tao pointed at me in front of everyone who had never bothered to know my name, and said “her,” and the plan I had been working on for three years cracked right down the middle. He thought he had chosen the safest choice. The calm secretary, the woman who isn't demanding, emotionally and materially. He has no idea who he's dealing with. And the longer I stay, the more terrified I am of what happens the day he finds out. Because I know secrets about his family that could bring down their empire. I know things about him that I was never meant to discover. And I know that when the truth is eventually revealed, he will stare at me the same way he did this morning over coffee, like I am truly the first thing that has ever happened to him in years. But by then, it won't matter anymore, everything will already be ruined. Some secrets keep you safe, some destroy you. And some you carry for a long time and they stop feeling like lies, you begin to feel they are the only true thing you have left.

I had been married to Matthew Zackman for 20 years, taken care of my bedridden mother-in-law for ten years, and supported him as he transformed from a rural teacher to a well-known professor. Everyone called me a model of a virtuous wife and a great contributor to the Zackman family. When my mother-in-law was on her deathbed, she held my hand and said that she still wanted me to be her daughter-in-law in her next life. Matthew had held me in his arms and said gratefully, "Jamie, you've worked so hard all these years. I'll make it up to you in the future." I thought the hard times were finally over, but my mother-in-law had just passed away when he handed me a divorce agreement and embraced my best friend, who had grown up with me. He said, "Jamie Lingsworth, I've endured this marriage for 20 years and am finally free. Rosie is the one I've loved all along." I left the marriage empty-handed and was forced to wander the streets until a car accident ended my life. When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the day of my blind date 20 years ago. The matchmaker was enthusiastically praising Matthew, "This young man is a diamond in the rough! He's kind and filial. Whoever marries him is one lucky woman!" I looked at the polite and sincere-looking man across from me and smiled. Then, I threw the matchmaking document in my hand into the trash can. "Sorry, I don't think we're a good match."

When my wedding gets delayed for the 99th time, I call the company in charge of planning the wedding and tell them to swap my name out for Julian Foster's childhood sweetheart, Madison Hart. "We understand what you mean, Ms. Sinclair. But are you sure you want to make the change? It seems that Mr. Foster has no intention of delaying the wedding this time." As I listen to the shocked host's words, I stare at the draft on the monitor. Groom: Julian Foster Bride: Olivia Sinclair But the design's special note shows, "Adjust the theme according to champagne yellow, Madison's favorite color." Madison is Julian's childhood sweetheart. Even though he claims that she's only lending a hand in referencing the wedding's designs, the truth is, she's the one calling the shots in the wedding's flower arrangement, wedding gifts, as well as the wedding anthem during the bride's entrance. She even leaves an airy comment about my wedding dress. "A fishtail gown suits her more." After dragging the document into the recycle bin, I reply calmly, "Yes. Please change the bride's name to Madison." I shall return the wedding that's filled with Madison's traces to her and Julian without altering a single thing. After that, I will retreat from this bunch of nonsense unscathed. Finally, we shall part ways permanently. Julian can stay with the woman he truly wants to be with, while I can enjoy the unbridled freedom on my own.