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"Clara, if we divorce I promise that you will never see Luke again!" A cold smile ran from ear to the other, curling my scarlet lips, "Who says I'm fighting for custody anyways? I'm kicking both you and your son out of my life." In a former life cut short, Clara Winston had been the perfect wife-obedience and selflessness wrapped with a ribbon of loyalty. But after eight years her husband's first love, her twin sister Cassie returns because she needed a kidney donor, both him and her stepson pressured Clara to offer hers. Then after she saved Cassie's life she bled to death losing her own. She opens her eyes to a second chance, a second shot at life and this time she will be no one's doormat.

Larissa and Stanley got married based on Stanley's grandfather's conditions, and Stanley wanted to satisfy his grandfather, but after the marriage, Larissa didn't get Stanley's attention, Stanley believed that he didn't touch Larissa till she walked away from the marriage, but later came back with triplet,

On day two of Matthew's so-called business trip, I was wiping down the counter when I said, "Auri, play some music." Instead of music, a syrupy voice chirped, "Sure thing, my Baby Moon. Oh, and Matthew, don't forget Bibi's birthday surprise tonight." I froze. The speaker blasted some random playlist, but all I heard was 'Bibi.' Matthew Kein was my husband. So who the hell was Bibi? I called him. "Did you mess with our smart speaker?" A beat of silence, then his fake laugh. "Oh, a buddy dropped by. Probably logged his account in. Why?" I laughed back like I bought it, then hung up. Two taps later, I was scrolling the login history, already hailing a cab to the company tied to that mystery account.

​“I dragged you out of that filthy gutter, Leylie. I paid for your mother’s last breath and your sister’s cheap little dreams. I turned a nobody into something almost presentable. And now you’re going to repay that debt in another man’s bed. That’s all you were ever good for, anyway. ​●●●LEYLIE●●● ​My fourth wedding anniversary started with a bouquet of roses and ended with Finnian Thorne, my husband, forcing me to watch him have sex with another woman. ​He says I’m ungrateful. He says I’m selfish. ​But the truth is, I’m just a pawn in a billionaire’s game. ​To keep my family alive, I have to follow his final, twisted order: Seduce Hayes Doyle — his business rival, and destroy him with a single lie. As Finnian serves me divorce papers and throws me to the wolves, he makes one fatal mistake. He hands me over to a man even more ruthless than himself. Instead of a target, I find an ally. Instead of a victim, I become a weapon.

I never wanted to trap him. But my brother made sure Aaron Styles believed I did. One drugged drink. One night I can't remember. One pregnancy that sealed my fate. Aaron married me to avoid scandal, but he's made every day of our marriage hell. He thinks I schemed with my brother Matthew to trap him into this nightmare. He doesn't know I'm just as much a victim as he is. Now, after nearly dying to give birth to his daughter, he's throwing divorce papers at me while his perfect Anastasia stands by his side—the woman he was supposed to marry. I should sign. I should walk away. I should let him have everything. But he wants to take my baby too. Aaron Styles thinks he knows who I am. He thinks I'm a gold-digger, a manipulator, a liar. He's about to find out he was wrong about everything. And by the time he realizes the truth? It might be too late to win me back.

Aurelia has spent three years in a loveless marriage, holding on to a man who was already slipping away. She thinks it can’t get worse until his first love returns. He divorces her without hesitation. He doesn’t know she’s pregnant. Alone, heartbroken, and with nowhere to go, Aurelia is hit by a car. She wakes up to three powerful billionaire brothers claiming her as their long-lost sister, and they take her away from the life that broke her. Five years later, Aurelia is no longer the woman he abandoned. She runs AURELIA, a global luxury fashion empire. Untouchable, cold, and emotionally closed off. So when her ex-husband walks back into her life, begging for another chance, she doesn’t hesitate. “Unless it’s business, you don’t exist to me.” And when he discovers he has a son, he tries to claim him. The child looks at him without recognition and says, “My father is dead. I only have my mummy and my uncles.” For the first time, Dominic is forced to face the full weight of what he lost. Now, the man who once threw her away is the one begging to stay. But Aurelia doesn’t believe in second chances. And this time, walking away might not be his choice.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

The year of my college entrance exams, I gave up my acceptance to Harvard for James Carter. But after five years into our relationship, I ended it. Outside the dorm building, I caught him holding Sarah Williams, who was dripping in designer labels, locked in a passionate kiss. James smirked, "You're just a simple farmer. What kind of life could you possibly offer me?" But he seemed to forget that I had bought him everything - from his tailored Tom Ford suit to his Rolex watch. Heartbroken, I walked away. If someone else wanted to be a doormat for him, they could be my guest - I was done. Later, I focused on growing my agricultural business, eventually expanding into space farming. That's when the media uncovered my true identity as the heiress to a multi-billion dollar fortune. Mr. Williams groveled, forcing Sarah to kneel beside him, begging me to consider a business partnership. James, his eyes red from crying, grabbed my sleeve and said he regretted everything.

` It was a cool, breezy and stormy night. Rain came down in sheets, as a dark figure stood before a house. The house was pretty ordinary, white with blue shutters; it didn't have more than two bedrooms. It looked like a cozy little family home with flowers and shrubs lining the front lawn, and then the smell from the pellet stove smoke invaded his nostrils. He took a deep breath and pulled out an old, rusted compass from his black trench coat. It looked like it could have been from the 14th century, the small, brass disc was dented and the Victorian designs were faded. He studied it as it pointed east, towards the small house. He looked the house over carefully, looking for the best entrance, before proceeding towards the side to gaze into the window. Inside you can see the small kitchen; the brand new, all black appliances off set the linoleum floor. Cabinets filled almost every wall of the small space that made it look more crowded than it should have been. The kitchen opened to a larger room which seemed to be used as a living room and a dining room all at once. The whole house looked crowded, with the furniture in the living room all touching except for a small gap to walk through and the dining room was so close to the sofa, it could have been sitting on it. He stepped back into the shadows as he watched a young couple enter the kitchen. The wife was tall and slender, had strawberry blond hair formed around her face accenting her jaw-line and her deep blue eyes stopped your heart as you got lost in them. Her fair complexion was silky and complimented her soft face.