Relentless Pursuit After Divorce Novels & Stories

Seventeen years old Rosemarie Mazur battles managing her new stepfamily and a pursuit from England's prince, after her mum's heart breaking passing. At the point when she starts succumbing to Russia's crowned prince, a dark force decides to obliterate her once and for all. Could she at any point genuinely accomplish a "Happily Ever After?"

After losing everything she holds dear, Lena stands at a crossroads—trust her nemesis or embrace her hero. Two men, two paths and one life-changing choice. Which will she choose?

"Chase after me, before it's too late. Chase me like you're obsessed with me." Nazi is just a normal woman, who's working hard for her family, until one day. Nazi meet a billionaire that will change her life, bring a rollercoaster feelings that Nazi never felt before.

My sister, Cherry Nicholson, called me nine times before she jumped into the sea. But I didn't pick up once. Now everyone says it's my fault she's gone—even my fiance, my Alpha mate—Samuel Carver. He used to stay by my side through every painful treatment for my wolfsbane fever. Now, he shoves me to the ground like I'm nothing. His once gentle face is now twisted with contempt as he looks down on me and warns, "You don't deserve to be happy!" And truth be told, it isn't just them who believe that. Even I do. Since then, I've stopped going out, stopped dressing up, and stopped meeting anyone's eyes. Even when I run into Samuel holding hands with another she-wolf, I lower my head and walk past silently. But when the wolfsbane fever comes back, I drown in agony and despair. I decide to give my life to atone for what happened to Cherry. That's when they all start to regret it.

Hope Carter is a quiet, good-natured journalist who lives with her sister, Julie. They have lived together and alone for many years, Hope always does her best to help her sister. Her life is turned upside down when she has the opportunity to interview one of the country's biggest criminals, Castiel Reed. But, something goes wrong, and she finds herself in a big mess, she will have to be the person she never thought she would be to protect her lovely sister tooth and nail.

My sister-in-law, Alicia, insisted that her son was a chosen fighter, blessed by God and immune to harm. The truth was far darker: every injury meant for him was being transferred onto my daughter. His congenital heart disease disappeared overnight. While most children his age were still carefully protected, he was already taking part in extreme sports and never suffered so much as a scratch. Meanwhile, my once-healthy daughter weakened day by day. She began to suffer unexplained fractures throughout her body. There was not a single place left uninjured. It was impossible not to see the connection. When I voiced my suspicions to my husband, Jeff Charlton, and my mother-in-law, Kelly Freeman, they dismissed me as delusional. They accused me of being jealous that Alicia had given birth to a prodigy, while I had nothing but a "worthless" daughter. Later, Alicia's son completed a trek across the Saharain Desert and became an overnight sensation, a child star adored by millions. At the same time, my daughter suddenly collapsed from heatstroke and died without warning. Alicia went live on her platform, accusing me of making false claims out of envy. Her followers believed every word. They hunted me down and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment Alicia first proclaimed her son a miracle child. This time, I was no longer a powerless mother. As a specialist doctor, I calmly pulled on my gloves. "Alicia," I said with a smile, "Let me examine my nephew and see if he's truly cured."

After being disowned and thrown like a trash by her father when she got pregnant by a stranger, Celeste, the perfect daughter and the Yuchengco princess, finds herself in a difficult situation whether to abort her baby or continue her pregnancy with nothing. No money, house, food, or support from her family. But after 6 years, a new Celeste Koa came back to the Yuchengco family. Not as a daughter, but as the biggest enemy of her former family, with the secret child of the conglomerate son of the most powerful family, the Rioflorida.

When Elara Monroe flees a toxic entanglement with Damien Hale, the charming but deadly heir to a criminal empire. She believes she’s finally escaped the shadows that nearly ruined her life. But the past follows her to Los Angeles, where an unexpected protector steps from the darkness. Lucian Ward, Damien’s former right-hand man and the only person Damien fears. Lucian is cold, disciplined, and as dangerous as the man hunting her… yet he shields her with an intensity that steals her breath. What Elara doesn’t know is that Lucian once spilled blood to break free from Damien’s control and that secret ties him to her in ways neither of them can outrun. As Damien closes in, the city becomes a battleground of hidden motives and forbidden longing. Elara must choose between the man who destroyed her and the man who might destroy everything else to keep her safe. But when the truth finally surfaces, she learns love may not be what saves her. It may be the very thing that kills her.

Winona Warren never imagined that on her birthday, her son would hand her a walnut cake that could kill her. As her consciousness began to blur, she heard Asher Rhodes' furious voice. "Carter, don't you know your mother is allergic to walnuts?" Carter Rhodes' childish voice rang out with startling clarity. "I do. But I want Ella to be my mom instead. Dad, you want that too, don't you? Even if I..." A crushing wave of suffocation overwhelmed Winona before she could hear the rest of Asher's answer. In the second before she completely lost consciousness, Winona had only one thought. If she woke up, she would never be Asher's wife or Carter's mother again.

When I was born, the nurse handed me over to my parents, and the smiles on their faces instantly vanished. Hovering over their son's smooth head was a line of numbers that no one else could see. 6570 days. It was exactly 18 years. Not a day more, not a day less. The nurse thought they were just nervous first-time parents, but my parents knew the truth. That number was my lifespan. While everyone else in the delivery room was celebrating a new life, my parents were staring at my death. For the next 18 years, I was the most precious person in the family. No matter how poor we were, the eggs were always mine, the new clothes were always mine, and the meat was always mine. My younger sister could only look on enviously. My parents often told her, "Let your brother have it. He doesn't have much time left." I was well-behaved from a young age, never causing trouble, quietly waiting to die. On my 18th birthday, I blew out the candles and said a sincere goodbye to the world. The next day, my parents and sister, dressed in black clothes, walked into my room with swollen eyes. I rubbed my eyes, smiled at them, and said, "Good morning." The air froze. The sadness on their faces slowly turned into astonishment, then coldness.