Synonym For True Love

Valentine's Day. I was stuck on ER duty at Brighton City Hospital. Theodore Madoff, who was supposed to be working late, strolled in carrying his student—Cecilia Kuntzer. She had red marks everywhere and that smug little smirk. "Relax, Mrs. Madoff. Just stomach pain. Lucky me, Prof. Madoff rushed me here." Theo pushed me to treat her. Turns out? She was pregnant. From rough intercourse. And the dad? Theo. My husband. The same guy who'd sworn off kids with me for ten years. Felt like a punch to the gut. But I still saved her baby. Next day, she uploaded a video—ID in hand, cheesy PowerPoint, accusing me of malpractice. Claimed I killed her kid. Then Theo asked for a divorce. Priscilla—his mom—stormed the hospital, shrieking about her dead grandbaby. She brought a mob. All these "righteous" strangers who stabbed me to death. Right there in the ER. I died with my eyes wide open. Then—bam—I woke up. Valentine's Day. Again.

Moving to France was the first step that Jingfei did to achieve her dream and the first step to move on from her failed relationship that ended seven years ago. She wanted to search for the love that she deserves but an unexpected incident happened that messed up the feelings that she had been suppressing for the past years.

Alpha Reynold, drawn to Kayla, has a one-night stand with her while drunk. Later, Kayla discovers she's pregnant with the Alpha's child. Her step-sister, Ava, seizes the chance to manipulate Kayla's emotions to get closer to the Alpha and become his bride. Ava deceived Alpha Reynolds, claiming she was the one he slept with, showing fake test results. Despite Reynolds' doubts, he couldn't reject her as she was carrying his child. Unbeknownst to him, Ava struck a deal with Kayla: after giving birth, Kayla would give her baby to Ava and leave the pack forever. But what happens when Kayla herself can't stay away from the pack? What happens when she returns to the pack not as the weak Kayla Hamilton but as a fulfilled powerful Omega?

Kehidupan Eva berubah drastis setelah satu malam tidak terduga. kenakalannya membuat kehamilan datang tanpa rencana memaksanya menikah dengan Geo, dosen di Kampusnya. Bagi Geo, Pernikahan yang dilakukan ini bukan tentang kisah cinta. Melainkan sebuah kemalangan yang harus dijalaninya demi anak yang ada di kandungan Eva. Tidak ada kehangatan, tidak ada harapan. Hanya ada kewajiban yang membelenggunya. Geo hampir menyerah tetapi Eva mulai berusaha kembali bangkit dan bertahan dari dinginnya hubungan pernikahan, perempuan tersebut berharap kalau ia bisa memberikan cinta yang sempurna untuk Geo. Namun, mampukah cinta tumbuh di antara dua hati yang terikat oleh keadaan yang bukan perasaan? Ataukah pernikahan ini akan tetap menjadi api yang membakar tanpa pernah menjadi hangat? Akankah mereka menemukan jalan untuk saling menerima?

"Believe me, destiny won't run away. Even if you drown in the Congo River and parts of your body are eaten by Goliath Tigerfish, if she's meant for you, she'll accept you just the way you are." ~ Gladwin Hampton ~ "If it's truly meant to be, it won't go anywhere. Even if we run to the ends of the earth to avoid it, God will always provide a way to bring His creatures together. But... we can choose to avoid it if there's a chance." ~ Bella ~

Isaac Chance and Madeline Snow were once the model couple of Shorestone City and the target of everyone's envy. After getting engaged, everyone thought they would soon walk down the aisle together. However, there is no news of a wedding for six years. In the end, all Madeline gets is the news of Isaac returning to the country with another woman by his side. He doesn't hesitate to hurt her countless times for the woman's sake. When her grandmother is on the brink of death after an illness, Madeline has no choice but to get into a shotgun marriage. After leaving city hall with her marriage certificate, she ponders the situation. It turns out getting married is simple… as long as her husband isn't Isaac.

My mom is a retired supermodel. She's added a monitor to the weight scales at home so that she can monitor my and my sister, Abigail Teller's perfect body weight. If my data goes up by 0.1%, Mom will ban me from eating for the next three days. But the thing is, Abigail keeps eating fried chicken every day, yet her monitor's light is always green. Mom claims that Abigail's still going through puberty. I defend myself, saying that I've gained weight because of the bloating caused by my period. As Mom points at the red light emitted by my monitor, she exclaims, "The data is never wrong! If you've gained weight, that means you've been snacking far too much!" After getting punished many times, I begin believing that being fat is a sin. On the night of my 20th birthday, the long-term diet I've been placed on has triggered my kidney failure, which causes me to bloat up everywhere. I kneel on the floor and plead to Mom that I'm seriously ill. But that's when the monitor lets out a shrill alarm. When Mom sees the 5% increase in my body fat data, she puts me through a devillish punishment. I can feel the electric currents jolting through my body. "It's bad enough that you've secretly snacked on cake, but to even lie in my face about your illness? I'd like to see how long you can stay stubborn for!" Having said her piece, Mom locks the door and takes Abigail out to celebrate her birthday. I guess Mom is correct. Monitors never lie. I'm the one who's at the wrong for being a glutton. That's why I've transformed into a monster who doesn't deserve any love at all. I'm sorry, Mom. I'll only drink water in my next life.

The night before our wedding, word spread like wildfire through high society that my fiancee had thrown herself a bachelorette party with ten virgins. When I storm into the villa, I find her nestled in the arms of my chauffeur's son, her skin blotched with fresh red marks. "It's just a wild night before the wedding. You get that, don't you?" Melissa Young says. She looks up at me with indifference, not bothering to explain herself. I catch the smug challenge in the eyes of the man holding her. My eyes burn red as I hurl the wedding invitations to the floor. "The scandal is everywhere! Have you even thought about what tomorrow's wedding will look like?" I yell. "This isn't just about you and me. It's about the future of both our families' businesses! Call a press conference and explain yourself." She frowns, irritation flickering in her eyes, but gives a grudging nod. Yet the next day, the internet explodes with a new bombshell—the Zucker heir is impotent, leaving his fiancee unsatisfied. When I demand answers, Melissa puts her foot down, her voice dripping with venom as she says, "All I see now is Nicky." She snaps, "No matter how many times you threaten to pull your investments, my mind's made up!" In that moment, the last ember of love I feel for her goes out. I call my dad, my resolve steeled. "Cut off all funding to Young Group, and buy out every one of her partnerships at triple the price!"

I had moved out of our house, but my boyfriend—the one I had given up everything to run away with—had no idea. Neither did his possessive younger brother, the one who used to knock on my door calling for me. My boyfriend's first love had taken up all their attention. They no longer listened when I played the piano. They even forgot about my cat fur allergy and brought that woman's cat home. My boyfriend, Ian Blake, had snapped, "If anyone's leaving, it's you. There's no way Eva's cat is going anywhere." His brother, Sebastian, had said, "Sienna, Eva is my girlfriend. How could I give up her cat for you?" When I woke up in the hospital after going into anaphylactic shock from my allergy, I decided to leave them. Back home, I made my first call to my mother. "Mom, I'm ready to accept the arranged marriage."

I run into a group of rogues on my way home for my daughter's birthday. I call my wife for help, but she blocks my number. I'm dragged out of the car, stabbed a dozen times, and thrown into the bushes to die. My neck is broken, and my organs are spilling out of my body. The rogues think I'm going to die—they even mention each other's names before me. Then, they drive off in my car while whistling happily. I hold onto my head and organs as I crawl to the roadside, hoping against hope that someone will save me. Before I'm taken to the hospital, I see my wife's social media update—she and her secretary have taken a sweet photo together while celebrating our daughter's birthday. The first thing I do after being discharged is demand a divorce.