So Come On Let It Go

Arabella Hopkins has never known peace. Raised in a home of rejection and rivalry, she is forced into a marriage with Edward Hostings, a powerful and intimidating man whose indifference cuts deeper than cruelty. What begins as a cold union soon becomes a battlefield where Arabella must fight not only for love but for survival. As she struggles to adjust to her new life, old enemies resurface. Her father demands she claim control of the family company, her stepsister Lauren plots sabotage fueled by envy, and the media hounds her every move. When Edward falls into a coma, Arabella is left torn between loyalty to him and the overwhelming responsibility of protecting their unborn child. Loss after loss hardens her resolve. The death of her grandmother, the betrayal of her father, and constant public scrutiny transform Arabella from a submissive, wounded woman into a fierce strategist. Along the way, she discovers her strength as a mother, her voice as a leader, and her dignity as a wife. Yet even in the darkest moments, love refuses to die. Against kidnappings, betrayals, and crushing grief, Arabella and Edward’s relationship evolves—from icy detachment to fragile tenderness. Their story is one of survival, resilience, and a love that endures even when tested by unimaginable pain. Scorned Wife is a sweeping romantic drama filled with family intrigue, emotional intensity, and powerful themes of motherhood, betrayal, and redemption. It is a saga of transformation—of a woman who refuses to be broken, and of a marriage that, against all odds, finds a way to heal.

He slapped me. The sting on my cheek was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Daniel hadn’t even listened to my side of the story. His ex-fiancée, the one who suddenly came back from London, was doing everything she could to tear us apart. She pretended I pushed her during some petty argument, and Daniel believed her without a second thought. I left without taking my bags and walked out of the life we built together, too heartbroken to fight any longer. Now, as I try to rebuild my life without him, I’m torn between the love I once had and the future I need to protect for my unborn child.

I had poured my heart into planning the perfect wedding—for my female client. Then I turned a corner and saw her kissing my boyfriend at the stairwell. He chuckled softly. "No wonder you're my wife. You're stunning." She let out a soft laugh. "Your little secret girlfriend still does not know you're marrying me. She actually wished me happiness—can you believe it? So… when are you planning to tell her?" He tilted her chin and said, "Didn't we agree? Once we're married, we each live our own lives. Teresa is the love of my life. I hope you'll keep your mouth shut." She gave a snort of laughter and yanked playfully on his tie. "Relax, babe. As long as you keep treating me right, I won't stir up trouble." I felt like I had plunged into an ice bath. Face pale, hands trembling, I picked up my phone and texted my mentor: [I'm ready to take the transfer to Luminous City.] The reply came not long after: [Three days from now. We'll go together.]

Just as the Silverwolf Pack was about to fall into ruin, Blaise Larkin approached me and asked me to be his mate. I'd had a crush on Blaise for as long as I could remember. Now that my wildest dreams were about to come true, I was happy to form a mate bond with him. As I was the sole daughter of the Eastern Pack's Alpha, I was able to provide him with a mountain of resources by becoming Blaise's mate. One month after our bonding ceremony, I was expecting a pup. I was ecstatic, but before I could share the news with Blaise, I overheard something soul-shattering. "I wonder who fathered the pup of our pregnant Luna." "She probably got involved with some filthy Rogue. There's no way Alpha Blaise will let her give birth to that mutt, right?" If it weren't for those werewolves, I wouldn't know that Blaise was pretending we never mated. When I demanded answers in a deranged manner, he threw me into the underground prison and forced me to atone for the death of his first love. "If you didn't insist on becoming my mate, Susie wouldn't have left the pack—she also wouldn't have gotten slaughtered by Rogues!" Eight months later, I lost my pup in the cell I was imprisoned in and died, soaking in my own blood. When I opened my eyes once again, I found myself back on the day Blaise asked me to be his mate.

My husband sends me a photo of our obedient daughter holding a plate of food. He writes, "Thanks to my patient guidance, our sweetheart has finally made her first dish! We're waiting for you to come home and taste it!" The exhaustion I feel from work is swept away when I see that. No one expects that I'll reach home half an hour later and kill him.

The story follows a young man whose life was turned upside down when his father makes a stupid, irrational mistake and loses all of his money. The perfect life is gone and he has to face failures, losses, betrayals, but also love and true friendship.

Ever wonder how one of the best days of your life turns into a lifelong nightmare? Two people, two different worlds yet bound by the same emotion, "HATE." Marriage is supposed to be an eternal bond filled with love and happiness. This was far from the truth for Asmaira and Amaan. Two broken souls entangle in the game of destiny, which ends their dream of everlasting love. For one, it was a journey of redemption, and for another, it was to seek vengeance. Amaan was forced to marry Asmaira, who knew how much he hated her, yet, she agreed to the marriage, knowing well the thorny path coming her way. What is the past that connects both Asmara and Amaan, and why do they hate each other so much without meeting each other? "Please......." was the only word she could say while trying to get out of his grip. "Please let me go," she stammered in between her hiccup, shaking her head with pleading eyes and folded hands. "Why are you scared, baby? I know I was wrong to not accept you as my wife, but now I want to correct my mistake. Let's start once again our marriage. How about I gift you something to celebrate?" He said near her ear, emphasizing the word 'gift.' Sensing her fright, he grabs her waist while using the other to stroke her cheek, "how about giving you a baby tonight?" Asmaira gaped. "I know it is your first time, and.." he trailed, hitching Asmaira's breath, "I would make sure you would never forget it."

One year ago, my husband Killian came back home accusing me of poisoning him, with his childhood sweetheart in his arms. It was terrifying. Because what started off allegedly, became my cold reality with that awful text. “Have you gone through with it, Tamara? Our flight is at noon,” This made Killian even more hostile, he treated me with so much contempt, he broke my heart into shreds in his quest for vengeance. Fed up, I asked for a divorce but to Killian it was one big joke. He has every means to keep me in this marriage and I know it. But screw it, and screw him! I had plans, work, make money and get myself out unscathed. But then fate decided to throw me another curved ball… I got pregnant, and Killian was the only possible father. **** Damon had lived life with no emotions, no sentiments and he had always known two things, how to close huge business deals —- and how to make women squirm beneath him, until he met her. Hazel Simpson, insanely mouthwatering, and ridiculously beautiful, smart mouth and a gorgeous body. One glance and he was all in. But there's one huge problem, she despised rich, egoistic and arrogant guys, a hate that ran deep. He was all that in every sense of the word. So he set out to do the impossible, disguise to make her his, but at what cost? ***** “Have you forgotten that I'm just a divorcee, a broken woman incapable of love, Seb?” I ask him breathlessly, staring into his eyes. “I'm going to stitch your heart, Melanie. I'm going to make you want me,” Sebastian takes my ear into his mouth and nibbles it gently, sending shivers down my spine.

My husband is a geologist. He took his soulmate, who was suffering from a terminal illness, to an active volcano, to fulfill her wishes. However, I was pushed into the lava when we were there. His soulmate then said, "Don't worry about me, just go and save her. I'm going to die soon anyway." I cried for help, "Please save me, I'm pregnant." However, my husband scolded me coldly, "A cancer patient has the right to live too. How can you be jealous of her and claim you are pregnant? Celine doesn't know anything, unlike you. You're an expert at this, you should know what to do. Just save yourself!"

This book follows the characters from Twin Moon Curse starting at a time before Heather's arrival. It follows more members of the Twin Moon Pack and concludes their stories along with Heather, Reed, and Lucas's. I hope you enjoy it. Meg and Quinn have grown up together, but lately, they have started to think that there could be more to their relationship than just friendship. But just as they are starting to explore these new feelings, something happens at Quinn's party weekend. Quinn can't remember what he did and Meg won't talk about it. Unable to face Quinn until she can come to terms with what happened, Meg decided to further her education abroad. When word reaches the pack that Meg has gone missing Quinn is mentally lost. Who has her and will The Twin Moon pack be able to get Meg back, before they lose Quinn as well? Meg POV When Quinn started talking about wanting to make me feel good I wanted to do the same for him. I couldn't resist when I was presented with his bare chest. Running my tongue and lips over all the toned muscle. I'd never done this before but my body knew what to do. I'd also done some reading. That was how I was able to take all of him. Some of the girls at school had made it sound as if doing this was the worst thing in the world. They must be doing something wrong either that or they're with the wrong guys. When he tried to stop me from swallowing I thought it was sweet. That mixed with his fingers in my hair was more of a turn-on than I ever thought possible. He licked his lips and growled. "My turn.”