Ride Or Die: The President’s Regret

Contracted to get married to a crippled man. She found out that he was a notorious playboy who had no intention of falling in love. They got divorced and shortly after, she found out she was pregnant. “Boss, I found your ex-wife and she is with two handsome boys who look like you!” She was surprised to meet James after so many years, and he had returned to claim his children back. What would transpire between ex-lovers? Will she go back to a notorious playboy or there is more to it than meet the eyes?

"Sweetie, are you coming? I'll wait for you at our usual spot." Henry Lane is about to go to bed when he receives a voice message. It's spoken in Rushky. He turns his back to me as his face lights up in joy. Then, he answers in Rushky, "Of course. I love you." I'm about to fall asleep, but I jolt when I hear that. The sweet voice on the other end of the line rings out again. "Your wife won't find out about this, will she?" "I'm talking to you to her face now." Henry snorts. "We're speaking in Rushky; she can't understand us." My heart twists painfully. It turns out he's never loved or truly understood me. He thinks I'm just a housewife whose world revolves around him; he has no idea I once studied in Rushnia for two years as an exchange student. I suppress my sorrow and heartbreak as I caress my belly. Then, I make an appointment with a local hospital for an abortion.

Having him is taboo for me, loving him makes me hurt even more. I will never be his, because of a fact that happened to me.

Am Abend vor der Hochzeit, der Verlobte, Professor für Geschichte, Theo Günther, feierte jedoch mit seiner krebskranken erste Liebe eine traditionelle Hochzeit in einem abgelegenen Dorf. Er hielt die Hand von Julia Richter unter dem Sternenhimmel und lächelte sanft: „Nach der Tradition gilt die, die zuerst heiratet, als die rechtmäßige Frau. Selbst wenn ich bereits ein Zertifikat mit Elina Meyer habe, bleibt sie nur eine niedere Konkubine.“ Mit den Glückwünschen der Anwesenden tranken sie den Hochzeitswein und betraten das Brautgemach. Ich jedoch, sah alles ohne zu weinen oder zu schreien, reservierte ruhig einen Termin für die Abtreibung. Von fünfzehn bis dreißig Jahren habe ich Theo fünfzehn Jahre lang geliebt. Doch in seinem Herzen hatte immer nur meine Stiefschwester Julia Richter ihren Platz. Wenn dem so ist, lasse ich los. Später trat ich der isolierten geologischen Forschungseinheit in der Antarktis bei, ließ Theo nur einen Scheidungsvertrag und ein Scheidungsgeschenk. Doch aus irgendeinem Grund, Theo Günther, der mich stets verachtete, erlangte plötzlich weißes Haar in einer einzigen Nacht.

I got a car straight from the Lycan Chairman himself—a ride costs more than tens of millions and can turn every traffic light green. I got it because the Lycan Chairman once fell on the battlefield, his heart torn open. And me? I'm the one bound to him by a blood-sealed contract, the only secret healer who could save his life. To win me golden hour for surgeries, I was awarded with such an honored ride. I treated it like sacred ground, kept it hidden in my mate Yorick's underground garage, polished and guarded, ready for the day the Lycan Chairman might need me again. That day came. The summons burned in my hand, urgent and sharp. I rushed to the garage, ready to drive, and the second I approached the garage, a strange woman slid into the back seat. "Take me to the Nighty Bar," she ordered, flipping her hair. "Yorick had waited for me minutes. If he's mad at me being late, I'll make you regret it." My hands froze on the wheel. "This is my car," I told her, calm but firm. "I have urgent business. You need to get out. Now." She sneered. "What a joke. A chauffeur pretending to be the owner? You must have a death wish." Her soldiers glanced at me sideways, voice dripping with disdain. "Everyone in the pack knows that this car is Alpha's exclusive for picking up Selene! You're just a little healer. Do yourself a favor and listen to her." Their words cut sharper than any blade. The car that carried the highest secret of the werewolf race, the car tied to the Chairman's very heartbeat, in their mouths, it was nothing more than a toy. A plaything my mate used to please another she-wolf. They wanted me to bow. To surrender. To sit there, silent, while they spat on me. But what they didn't know, the Lycan Chairman's soldiers were already on their way.

In the shadowy depths of the Crescent Moon Pack, an unexpected romance brews amidst deception and power struggles. Elena, an Omega who is wolfless, faced rejection and disgrace. However, she contested it with all her might. When Prince Adrian was crowned as the new Alpha, he introduced his chosen Luna, igniting Elena's outrage. She boldly declared to the entire pack that she was his true Luna, only to be met with disbelief and scorn. Alpha Gregory, puzzled by Elena's claims, questioned Prince Adrian, who vehemently denied any connection. Humiliated and heartbroken, Elena resigned herself to her fate, remaining a maid in the grand palace. Yet, Adrian couldn't resist his growing feelings for her. Just as their forbidden love began to blossom, a mysterious curse stripped Adrian of his werewolf abilities. The truth came to light when Alpha Gregory discovered Elena was indeed Adrian's true Luna. In a twist of fate, he forced them into marriage. But danger lurks around every corner, and the bond between Elena and Adrian is tested like never before. Can they overcome the shadows of betrayal and embrace their destined love? Or will the dark forces conspiring against them succeed in tearing them apart forever?

When you're accidentally involved in a gang business, the mafia king saves you before they wipe you out. He's handsome and looks familiar As he pulls the trigger, you notice the ring on his middle finger The same ring you gave your ex-husband 8 yrs ago before he disappeared....

When her husband's devastating betrayal shatters their relationship, Freya must decide whether to fight for their marriage or exact a surprising and satisfying revenge that will leave him reeling.

The day my birth parents found me, the reunion banquet they threw turned into their funeral. My parents and their adopted daughter, Leila, died of food poisoning that night. The only one who survived was my older brother, Alpha Kian. He didn’t like sweets, so he never touched the cake. The cake that I handed to them myself. “So you want to take Leila’s place. “You’re just jealous because she got all our love! “She was the only one who ever accepted you, and you still killed her!” Those were Kian’s exact words as he shouted at me right outside the hospital room. From that day on, I became a sinner. To make up for it, I barely slept four hours a night and worked five jobs just to buy back the villa the rival pack seized during the chaos. However, the day I finally saved up enough, I saw my dead parents throwing a birthday party for Leila in that very villa. Kian stood among them, looking at her with a warmth I didn’t recognize. My mother said, “Isn’t today also Lily’s birthday? It’s been eight years. Maybe it’s time to forgive her.” However, Kian didn’t hesitate to refuse. “No. Even though Leila sniffed out the wolfsbane and saved you, we agreed that Lily gets ten years. “We can’t risk her ever trying to poison Leila again. Not even a day less.” I clutched the diagnosis paper from the clinic tightly and laughed through my tears. I knew I wouldn’t get to ten years. I was already dying.

Die drei Richter-Brüder, für die ich einst das Wichtigste im Leben gewesen sein soll – ausgerechnet als ich unter einem bösartigen Hirntumor litt, waren sie nirgendwo zu finden. Die Operation könnte zu Gedächtnisverlust führen. Ich wollte sie nicht vergessen, also rief ich sie an und bat um Hilfe. Doch kaum war die Verbindung hergestellt, prasselten ihre Beschimpfungen auf mich ein: „Lena, heute ist Vanessas Geburtstag! Musst du uns ausgerechnet jetzt Ärger machen?“ Vor Schmerzen verlor ich das Bewusstsein. Als ich im Krankenhaus wieder aufwachte, sah ich eine Nachricht von Vanessa auf meinem Handy. „Lena, die Brüder haben mir drei Schutzamulette geschenkt, um mich zu beschützen!“ Auf dem Foto waren die drei Schutzamulette zu sehen – dieselben, für die ich sieben Stunden lang im strömenden Regen Schritt für Schritt niedergekniet war und jedes Mal meinen Kopf zur Erde gesenkt hatte, um sie für die Brüder zu erbitten. Endlich gab ich auf. Ich ging allein ins Ausland, ließ mich operieren und vergaß sie. Bis ich eines Tages drei fremde Männer vor meiner Haustür knien sah, die mich wie von Sinnen um Vergebung anflehten.