The Flash's Son

Elle a failli mourir sur la table d'opération à cause d'une hémorragie due à une grossesse extra-utérine, tandis que son mari, dans une indifférence glaciale, allumait des bougies d'anniversaire pour sa maîtresse, fêtant l'événement avec ostentation. Mariés depuis quatre ans, elle s'humiliait jusqu'à se nier elle-même, mais le cœur de son mari restait de glace. Jusqu'au jour où elle l'a vu chérir la fille de son ennemi, la couvant du regard comme un trésor : elle a alors perdu tout espoir, a laissé les papiers du divorce et est partie la tête haute. De retour dans le monde du travail, elle s'est investie à fond dans sa carrière, éblouissant toute la ville, et devenant la coqueluche des cercles mondains parisiens, convoitée par les élites. Voyant les prétendants se presser autour d'elle, son mari glacé n'a plus supporté. Dans un accès de possessivité, il a écarté ses rivaux et l'a plaquée contre un mur. « Madame Ravot, je refuse le divorce ! »

Pour sauver son premier amour atteinte d'insuffisance rénale, mon mari, juge de profession, a décidé de lui attribuer un de mes reins sans mon consentement. Je lui ai expliqué que je souffrais aussi d'une insuffisance rénale, et qu'une greffe m'aurait été fatale. Mais il m'a crié avec haine : « Isabelle est si gravement malade, et toi, tu es encore si jalouse ! Tu es vraiment impitoyable ! » Sous sa décision imposée, on m'a emmenée à l'hôpital pour la transplantation. À la fin, à cause de l'aggravation de mon insuffisance rénale, je suis morte misérablement dans un coin désert de l'hôpital.

He believed a lie. He broke my heart. But his son needs me and nothing will stop me from helping him. I promised to love my husband forever, but he didn't do the same for me. Just one lie and I found myself alone at the worst time of my life. I lost my baby, the man I loved and the life we ​​were building together. My career as a pediatrician not only lifted me up, but became my reason for living. I may not have been able to save my daughter, but I can save other people's precious babies. But it's in the hospital, in my little refuge, that Connor Mycroft has come back to haunt me. His son, a child I never even knew existed, is sick and needs the best pediatrician possible to lead his treatment. And unfortunately for the Mycroft family, that someone is me. My ex-husband still thinks I am the cause of all his misfortunes. His family hates me. His female "friend" seems willing to do anything to get rid of me. But I love little Theodore like I loved my own child and nothing will stop me from saving him.

“Funny how the best things are the ones you are not supposed to touch,” he murmured. His voice was low and husky. It curled under my skin and made me shiver. I bit down on my lip, remembering his kiss from nights ago. “Do not,” I whispered, but my voice cracked. He lifted a hand, his fingers grazing my arm before he tugged me closer. “Knowing we should not be doing this makes me want you more.” June Wallace believed she had the perfect life: a wealthy husband, two beautiful children, and the admiration of everyone in her social circle. But when she walks in on her husband of twenty years with a secretary young enough to be their daughter, her world shatters. One night of heartbreak pulls her into the arms of Luca, a stranger with piercing blue eyes who is half her age and makes her feel alive again. It was meant to be a single night. Fake names. No strings. Until he walks into her home weeks later as her son’s best friend. Now June is caught in the most forbidden desire. Luca does not care about their age difference. He does not care about the risks. He wants her, and he is not afraid to fight for her even if it tears her family apart. But secrets never stay hidden, and when the truth emerges, June must choose between the perfect life everyone expects and the messy, consuming love she never knew she needed until Luca.

Pour son premier amour, Jean m'a abandonnée trois fois à l'autel. La première fois, Cécile a menacé de se jeter d'un immeuble. La deuxième fois, elle est partie à l'étranger. La troisième fois, elle a envoyé un message disant qu'elle allait accepter le mariage arrangé par sa famille. Jean, d'habitude si calme et maître de lui, a paniqué. Il a laissé derrière lui une salle pleine d'invités et a fait de moi une risée une fois de plus. Je l'ai appelé : « Jean, si tu ne reviens pas aujourd'hui, je vais épouser quelqu'un d'autre. » Il a ri. « Cécile est jeune, ça passe encore, mais toi, à ton âge, tu joues aussi à ce jeu ? » J'ai serré mon téléphone. Il savait donc depuis le début que c'était une petite ruse de Cécile, mais il avait choisi de la laisser faire. À ce moment-là, mon cœur s'est finalement brisé. Plus tard, après avoir enfin réconforté son amour d'enfance, il s'est enfin souvenu de moi. « Choisis une date pour refaire le mariage, sois tranquille, cette fois ce sera encore plus grandiose. » L'homme à mes côtés l'a interrompu en souriant : « Excuse-moi, ma femme et moi devons embarquer pour notre vol. »

Claire Michel woke up in a hotel room with a man she didn't know. Her wedding to her fiancé, Ludwig Beyer, was about to take place, but she had no idea what to expect. One day, a video of her going crazy in a nightclub was leaked. Her extended family was furious and her wedding plans were canceled. She was kicked out of the house. Newly living on the outside, Claire found herself pregnant. A few years later, she was reunited with the stranger who had spent a thrilling night with her in the past. He is Felix Homann, a very special client that Claire's boss has asked her to take care of. So, what will Claire do?

I was eight months pregnant when my water broke—the same day as the birthday of my husband’s adopted son. To keep my child from being born on the same day as his adopted son's, he forced me to wait until after midnight. He refused to take me to the hospital and locked me in the basement. Adrian Shaw looked down at me. His eyes were dark and hostile. “Elena, you're really good at picking the timing, huh? Of all days, you had to go into labor on Evan’s birthday.” I begged him to take me to the hospital. A trace of disappointment flashed across his eyes, and his voice turned cold. “You’re still trying to lie to me? I asked a doctor. Even if your water breaks, you don’t give birth right away. Some women don’t deliver for three days. “All this scheming is just to secure your position as Mrs. Shaw, so your child can compete with Evan for his birthday and his place. You've really thought this through.” I took a deep breath as despair washed over me. “The baby I’m carrying is yours too! Adrian, I’m begging you. Please, for the child’s sake, save her. As long as the baby is safe, I promise I’ll never show up in front of you again.” His expression darkened. He bent down, grabbed my chin, and replied harshly, “Don’t play games with me. “As long as you stay here quietly until after midnight, I’ll take you to the hospital. Once the baby’s born, you can finally use the child to secure your place and truly marry into the Shaw family.” Later, when my contractions grew unbearable and I cried out in pain, he found me too noisy and took Evan and his mother out to celebrate instead. By the time he remembered me and asked whether I had a boy or a girl, his secretary’s face paled. “Mrs. Shaw is… gone.”

Hazel thought the moon goddess had blessed her by giving her Brian, her longtime crush, as her mate. But when he rejected and humiliated her at a huge biker's party, she drank herself to a stupor and spent the night with his father, Oscar. He was forty-five. She was twenty-four. They were worlds apart. She was the light and he was darkness himself. But fate brought them together and made them face challenges that only drew them closer. When Hazel realized she was the bearer of an almost extinct royal bloodline and that her past lives had been linked to Oscar, she must fight and face obstacles to make sure they end up happily in this lifetime. Together.

My son is dead. He dies in a cramped toilet cubicle after having his skull smashed in. My husband, the school principal, arrives on the scene. The first thing he does is carry his true love's son, the one who killed my son, into an ambulance. They hurriedly leave. Before his death, my son tells me, "Don't cry, Mom. I'm not sad that Dad doesn't believe me. It's enough that you do…" I call Joshua Tucker during my son's funeral. He roars angrily, "Kenny had to get two stitches on his arm because of your son! If you keep pestering me like this, I'll beat him up when I get home!" My son? I look at the gaping hole in my son's head, the one that won't ever bleed anymore. I shut my eyes. Yes, he's my son. My son is dead, Joshua. From now on, there's nothing between us.

In my past life, I was trafficked and gave birth to a son. When Noah Barrett turns six, I plan to take him and escape from the mountains. On my first attempt, I map out the route in advance and prepare to flee with him. But in the morning, my mother-in-law, Ruth Whitaker, blocks me at the door. She ties me up and locks me inside the shed. Then, she starves me for three days. On my second try, I secretly buy sleeping pills from an unlicensed village doctor and slip them into dinner. At the table, Ruth flips the table without hesitation and beats me until I am half dead. The third time, I take advantage of a village meeting and escape with Noah again. We hide in a concealed mountain cave. Neither of us makes a sound, yet Ruth finds us with ease. I am dragged back and locked away in the pigpen. Ruth takes a shovel and strikes me with it again and again. "You filthy bitch. You dare run off with my precious grandson!" Her eyes are bloodshot. With the final blow, she uses all her strength and smashes the shovel into my head. I collapse to the ground. My consciousness fades. My blood drains away, and I die. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day I plan to escape the mountains with Noah. Suddenly, I can hear Noah's thoughts, his voice clear and dripping with viciousness. "Mom can't be allowed to run. Grandma says Mom is our family's slave. She's supposed to serve us for her whole life."