Simon Lee Scott Pilgrim

Despite a decade of marriage, Simon never once shared my bed, claiming that he had pledged himself to ascetic practices and that it was beneath him. I thought that he suffered from some shameful ailment and guarded his secret like a devoted fool, until my birthday, when I came home to find him entangled with a brothel worker before the floor-length mirror. When I lunged forward in rage, he drove a shard of that broken mirror straight through my heart. When I awoke, I was gripping my phone, its screen illuminating a message Simon had just sent: [I’ll still give you a lavish wedding, but the marriage certificate? That belongs to her.]

The billionaire's bodyguard What transpires when two unique souls are compelled to maintain one another? Will they break each other apart? Or get consumed by one another? Scott Tracy, daughter of a rich business billionaire, haughty, and pampered, or so everyone sees. Antony Santos, the notoriou s fighter, was never supposed to be a bodyguard but finds himself guarding one of the most powerful lady in the nation. Their relationship is a typical hate-hate. He dislikes her presence, her posture, her voice, everything about her. He agreed that she never has to work for anything. He loathes her. She feels nothing short of the equivalent, convinced that she has no need of a bodyguard. They refuse to accept one another, struggling to end their anguish this is their narrative.

After five miscarriages, I seek out a doctor to ask why I can't carry my babies to term. However, I overhear his conversation with my husband when I'm at the door. "The abortion medication you've prescribed is quite effective—she's already had five miscarriages. When can you do a hysterectomy? I can't let Adrianna have my child. "Oh, and give me something to keep a mother and baby safe. Monica is pregnant with my child; I have to make sure she gives birth to a healthy baby." The doctor says, "Adrianna's health has deteriorated over the years, though. It's highly likely she'll never have children." Reynold Scott scoffs indifferently. "So what? It's precisely because I don't want her to have children that I've been making her miscarry! Look, let's end this here. I need to accompany Monica on a shopping spree for the baby." I feel cold all over when I hear this. It turns out the love I've been defending is nothing but a joke.

"Are you a spy?!?" he asked, his voice echoed throughout the room. Jennifer couldn’t answer his question. She didn’t know how he managed to know she was a spy, although she covered her tracks properly. Scott Garcia is a renowned artist who owns a successful art company called Garcia Artistic Empire. He is a perfectionist, and he is constantly busy trying to expand his company and has a lot of rivals in the field. Jennifer Morris, a spy disguised as an intern, came into his life. She was on a mission to undermine his company. When her internship was done, why couldn't Scott accept the fact that she wanted to leave? Will he find out that she is a spy? Read to find out.

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.

After the death of her mom, Karen Scott got a job in a company, in order to distract herself from thinking of her mom. Karen was marveled by the good look of Dylan Smith, a young Ceo, and she found herself developing feelings for him. After years of longing to see her crush, she finally bumped into him, but their first meeting wasn't a good one, as the arrogant Ceo, didn't fail to show her the kind of person he is. Fate lead the two together again, as they ended up being couples, but Karen never knew that the young man deceived her into marriage, until their wedding day, when she caught him sleeping with another woman. Do you think she'll push through with the wedding, even after he told her to her face that he never loved her?...

Vincent could be the love of Alice's life. She can never be certain because he was her crush throughout her teenage life. She swooned over him, yet he refused her. He told her they could never be together, but sabotaged Alice's new love interest. Simon, whom Alice was slowly falling for. Alice's life was perfect, but something happened. Simon left without a decent farewell. Alice was heartbroken. Years later, both men have seen an opportunity to give Alice closure. Closure that could end up with history repeating itself.

When the kidnapper fired the gun, I shielded Scott with my body. The bullet pierced my heart, and I was sent overseas to have my heart exchanged with an artificial one—one that ran on a battery. Because of this heart, Scott married me, and my friends congratulated me for finally having my wish granted, for finally marrying my childhood sweetheart. Later, when I laid there on the operating table with my chest cut open, he was kissing another woman under the moonlight. I didn't react to this in the slightest, recovering my heart in silence. Scott resented my numbness, grabbing my shoulders as he demanded, "Wendy, aren't you angry about this?" He didn't know the reason, and to be honest, it was quite simple. Why be angry when my heart was on the verge of giving out? Every passionate day he spent chasing after love… Was another tick in the countdown to the end of my life.

My son, Scott Gould, suddenly tells me that he has leukemia. Then, he goes on to say that his biggest wish is to see Ivanna Newman in a wedding dress. My husband, Theodore Gould, agrees with Scott. "I'll hold a wedding with Ivanna. Once Scott is done with his treatment, we'll get remarried." I gladly agree to the request and divorce Theodore. Not long after, I learn from Scott's social media that he's attending the wedding of Theodore and his childhood sweetheart, Ivanna. The caption he writes says, "I'm so happy for Dad. I can't help but shed tears for true love." I smile and turn off my phone. Holding the hand of the person next to me, I board a plane to Wismuth.

After dating Scott Kenta for 10 years, I said to him, "Scott, I'm pregnant." The file in his hands slipped and hit the floor. He frowned, clearly irritated. "Don't be ridiculous," he said. "This is a critical moment—my company's going public. I never planned on having a child." "It's fine. Your career matters more," I said, smiling gently. He didn't catch the meaning behind my words. I was pregnant, yes. But he wasn't the father.