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I’d been in love with Cassian Cross—my brother’s best friend, the one and only mafia boss in the NYC—for as long as I could remember. On the night of my twentieth birthday, my brother promised me a surprise. I didn’t expect that surprise to be a very drunk, very kissable Cassian. One reckless night. One baby boy. Cassian agreed to marry me after giving birth. But the day I gave birth to Leo, Cassian said nothing. He just packed up and vanished to France for nearly five years. Then he returned with Alessia. His first love. And when she saw Leo and me, she ran away and disappeared. After that, Cassian never left my side. Like he was trying to be the man I needed all along, that we were finally going to have our chance. But fairytales are lies wrapped in pretty paper. On Leo’s sixth birthday, we were driving to dinner. The brakes failed. The car spun onto the highway, flames licking at the engine. Cassian got out. And then he locked the door. “If it weren’t for you, Alessia would still be by my side. Now? It’s your turn to suffer.” It wasn’t until that moment I understood—Cassian had never loved me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my twenties birthday. Cassian was in my bed, exactly where I’d left him in the past. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I ran. And on my way out, I made the call I should’ve made the first time. To Alessia.

After I switched from a private company to a foreign enterprise, my salary rose accordingly. My husband, who was always frugal, suggested that I hand over my entire salary to him. He claimed it would be used for daily household expenses. Watching him calculate the numbers, I asked, “What about your salary?” He said casually, “I’m saving it for our retirement.” I said nothing and followed his instructions. I spent my entire salary within a month. My husband finally felt uneasy when he saw how many packages kept showing up at our home. Seeing his doubts, I happily said, “You’re the one who said to use my whole salary for household expenses.” He exclaimed, “What are we, the Rockefellers?! How can one month cost this much?” That was funny. It turned out that he knew that a normal family’s expenses would never take my entire salary.

Lyra Jenkins’ heart is shattered, devoid of hope and her world in tatters with the guilt of everyone perceiving her as the murderer of her beloved father. However, she finds solace in the arms of an unexpected lover, Caleb Sawyer. But her respite is short-lived, as he callously chooses another woman over her, leaving her reeling in a deep dilemma of despair. Then the bitter ashes of betrayal and rejection settle in, and she resolves to reveal her true identity, driven by a thirst for revenge. In this bleak world, can Lyra find redemption? Can she break free from this toxic cycle, or will the shadows of her past forever define her future? Will she give him a second chance if he seeks forgiveness? Hell no! Second chances are not meant for scumbags like him.

Everyone said I was too possessive when it came to my girlfriend, Amanda Crane. When Amanda first started taking photos of her childhood friend, Ian Lewis, I ripped apart all the rolls of film. When she helped him fix his computer, I called her 100 times in an hour. And when he called her from the airport, asking her to pick him up because the rain made it impossible to get a cab, I held a knife to my throat. I told her I'd take my own life if she went to him. Fed up, Amanda shipped me off to a psychiatric hospital that same night. When I got out, I vanished. Amanda was certain I was hiding somewhere, spying on her and Ian, but I never showed up—until the celebration party for a business project three years later. Ian put his arm around Amanda and swirled the wine glass he was holding. He shot me a taunting look, remarking, "You used to get so jealous, Steven. I'm sure you no longer mind if Mandy and I drink from the same glass now, right?" He waited for me to go berserk the way I used to three years ago, but I simply moved the bottle of wine closer to them. "I don't mind at all, of course. Have as many glasses as you want. It's great to see that your relationship has been progressing so well." Amanda paused. Her eyes started to redden. She stared fixedly at me and questioned, "Why don't you feel jealous anymore, Steven?"

Life stopped for Arielle seven years ago when her childhood lover Zachary left her life. It was a mutual break up but little did they know that life had other plans for her. Seven years later, Arielle is a successful writer with dozens of bestselling books under her belt. Her father has found a potential match for her. However, when she is left at the altar once again by the second man she trusted, Zachary is back to pick up her broken pieces. Everything changed when Zachary asked for Arielle’s hand in marriage at the same altar where she was left. Years have passed, but his feelings are the same, and this time he refuses to let her go. This time he had to make her realise that they are made for each other and he was a fool to let her go once upon a time. Join Arielle and Zachary’s journey to read their second-chance romance.

An arranged marriage between the White and Green family landed Lucy into a very long nightmare she had never expect Being the wife of a very rich young CEO, she thought her life had finally taken the good turn. Least did she know her torturous life had just began The Green family married her as a tool for revenge on the White family. And when she finally discovers this, Lucy takes the hardest step of her life ever Turning the revenge into her biggest priority, Lucy makes up her mind not to spare any of the Green family, including her newly married husband

Mirabella had her life built around love, trust, and devotion, believing Ethan was her Prince Charming and the perfect husband until she catches him in bed with her elder sister, Sienna. Sienna makes her pregnancy known and humiliates Mirabella for being barren; if only they knew. Ethan, on the other hand, tosses her divorce papers before throwing her out. Five years later, there is a mysterious individual who has built an app that reputable industries seek out. It does not dawn on Ethan yet until he comes face to face with Mirabella, now under another name. She is not only rich and well sought after, she has a dying son and a fiancé. But she is not without her own secret. Mirabella needs Ethan, yet at the same time, she will shake the world to see him crumble. Ethan wants his son, and maybe, just maybe, he wants Mirabella back. But sometimes in life the past doesn't stay in the past, and certain wounds do not heal. Plus, what happens with his happy family with Sienna and her own daughter?

“ Dear Ex-Wife, will you marry me Again?” He popped the question while on one knee before me. “ Please say yes to Daddy, Mommy!” The triplets said with a pout, cupping their hands lovely. How was I supposed to say NO to his proposal when Lucas was looking at me lovely and the twins were pouting so cutely? _______________ Katerina was in love with Lucas since she was a little girl and when she got a chance to get married to him as her stepsister's stand in bride, she didn't let the chance slip away. She agreed to marry Lucas Thompson, her dream husband. However, things change when Katerina's step sister shows up four years later holding a little boy's hand claiming that the baby belongs to Lucas. Lucas choses Monalisa over Katerina who has been by his side through thin and thick. Katerina has no choice but to leave the life that she had built for four years. However, what Lucas doesn't know is that Katerina is carrying his baby too… What happens when dark secrets come to light and one day Lucas finds out that Katerina is the mother of his babies? The true heirs of the Thompson family? Will he go after her or will he choose Monalisa over Katerina, again?

He presses her hard to the wall, but make sure to secure the little girl head, his hands at his ex-wife waist tightened as his trembling lips opened, his voice quivered as he said something near her ears. "I wont be a bad guy anymore Xiara, dont leave me again, okay?" he repeated it over and over again like chanting a spell, but the pit at his stomach only continued to grow. His eyes flash a bit of crazy obsessiveness and paranoia as the hand that hold Xiara head a while ago gently stroke her head with great restraints. Tilting her head, Xiara blinked, "Who are you?"

The day Sofia died, I scattered her ashes into the sea myself. In my last life, I called her my stepmother for thirteen years. She pulled me from dead last at a school in the slums to the top ten in the whole city, gave me the first dress of my life, and taught me how to sit straight at the Moreno dinner table and never bow my head to anyone. On the late nights when my father Leon got drunk and smashed his bottles, it was always her who closed my bedroom door first, then walked alone into the living room to face the man that love and power had already driven mad. Seven days after she died of her illness, Leon finally lost his mind. He charged into the sea off the old docks, screaming, "Sofia, I was wrong! I'm coming down to be with you!" I clung to him with everything I had, and in the struggle I fell into the freezing water myself. When I opened my eyes again, I was five years old. Sofia was crouched on the floor, tying my shoelaces. Her fingers were warm, the pads still carrying the thin calluses left by years of holding a pen over the ledgers. I threw my arms around her neck and buried my face in the crook of her shoulder. "Mommy, this time I don't want anyone else. I only want you."