Novel & Cerita The Unexpected Valentine

Eliza's life was destroyed by them: her boyfriend and her best friend. Five years ago, her boyfriend's career was at its lowest point and Eliza sacrificed everything to support him. However, her best friend fooled Eliza to be a surrogate mother. When her boyfriend led a successful career, he dumped Eliza because she had lost her virginity and had babies. It was just an excuse for the affair between the shameless couple. Losing all interest in life, she agreed to marry Mr. Valentine, a disfigured billionaire who likes to torture women in bed. It was said that his two exes died horribly in bed. Eliza didn't know that Mr. Valentine was the man she used to carry babies for. In this way, she got a handsome husband and a pair of adorable twins...

Valentine’s Day was never bella thing until five tattooed, leather clad brothers from the Grove MC walked into her bar and turned her world upside down. Bella dreams of opening her own biker boutique and garage, but life keeps knocking her down. Then the Grove brothers Matteo, Luca, Michael, Nico, and Mike step in. They’re protective, loyal, and dangerously irresistible… and they all want her. One woman. Five bikers. No apologies. As sparks turn to fire, bella finds herself drawn into their world of roaring engines, fierce loyalty, and hard passion. But danger is never far from the club, and loving five men might cost her everything. This Valentine’s Day, bella must decide whether to walk away or take a wild chance on the five bikers willing to fight for her heart.

Valentine lived with her abuser—her own father. Hence, she started to become responsible and independent at such a young age. With too many goals set in mind, she ended up seeing love as something stupid and a complete waste of time. Who would have known what her own life has in store for her? Her father got sent to the hospital, suffering a condition which she concluded was the consequence he needed to face after abusing her for so many years. A handsome man—her high school bully—appeared in the scene; Valentine was forced to wed him, bound by a contract in exchange for his financial support to pay the hospital bills for her father's treatments. He loved her; she hated him. Will they be able to stay together until their marriage contract ends? How will they face their own problems now that they're married but with no mutual feelings attached?

My health was not good, but I had always wanted a child. My husband, citing concern for my health, avoided intimacy with me for a year. Then I stumbled across his private messages with another woman. [You'll spend Valentine's Day with me, right? You're not going to touch her tonight, are you?] [You know I don't like doing it just to make babies. Got you some lingerie. Wear it for me tomorrow.] That ill-fitting lace lingerie he was talking about was on my body. I'd slipped it on while he was in the shower, thinking it was a Valentine's Day surprise from him. Turned out, he hadn't bought the wrong size. He had just sent it to the wrong address. I clicked on the woman's profile. Her latest video showed her at the beach, hand in hand with the person filming. I recognized her hand instantly. It belonged to my best friend.

On Valentine's Day, I set up a candlelit dinner and waited. At 9 PM, my husband, Alfred Johnston, finally texted. [Something came up at work. Don't wait for me.] Then I saw her post. [On a business trip with the CEO for Valentine's Day. Every hotel is fully booked—awkward...] Vivian Bianca, his secretary. Attached was a photo of a guy in a bathrobe, standing by a floor-to-ceiling window. The comments were all 'ooh, CEO's so hot and girl, you're in for a night.' Vivian? Just dropped a smug emoji. So that's what "something came up" meant—a romantic getaway with his secretary. I screenshotted it, posted it on my own feed, and added a smiling emoji. A second later, Alfred called, fuming. "Vivian was joking! Why are you so petty? She's young, not as calculating as you!" I didn't let him finish. "Then let's get a divorce. That way, I won't have to care when you screw around and catch something."

After performing at Dominic and Valentine's wedding, Lance Anderson decided to move to a new place to start over with his own life. He started dating several people only to end up being played. Frustrated by the continuous failure in pursuit of love, he realized he needs to stop being played and start being the player.

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.

Five years ago, Aaron Hunter personally sent her to prison. Five years later, he ruined her innocence at her wedding. When the misunderstanding cleared up, the man turned into a spoiled wife maniac. Mr. Hunter, on the eve of Valentine's Day, let us celebrate a little ~ how do you celebrate? To celebrate, we get divorced. The man thought for a few seconds, to celebrate, a bed is enough.

To help Sean pay off his high-interest loans, I sold my house. He hugged me tightly, crying, and promised to marry me on next year's Valentine's Day. It happened to be Valentine's Day when I paid off the last of his debt. However, what I saw shattered me—he was in bed with another woman. He arrogantly mocked me: "What are you staring at? You're not much different from her, are you? Go buy some rubbers for us." That's when it hit me—he had lied to me. Later, I agreed to marry the man my parents had chosen for me before they passed away. On the wedding day, Sean and his friends came to mock me: "Ella, do you think that I'll marry you if you just wear a wedding dress and follow me around? You're so shameless!" However, everything changed when the priest announced the exchange of rings. At that moment, as Sean's uncle knelt and placed the ring on my finger, I saw a flash of fear in Sean's eyes.

"Sign this agreement," she commanded, her tone steady yet laced with danger. He seized her wrist, pulling her close, his gaze sharp and furious. "Do you even realize who you're dealing with?" he hissed. "Cross me, and you'll regret it." She tilted her head, a daring smile on her lips. "Then let me fall… into the chaos of your heart." "Heart?" His smile was icy, merciless. "No, Valentine… this will haunt you forever. You'll long for escape, but I won’t grant it." Valentine Spade rules her world like a queen of the shadows, and right now, she wants only one thing: Luther Steph, also known as Rayde Mendel. Why did she drag him into a marriage neither of them chose? Is it love, obsession, or vengeance? He seeks retribution. She demands his devotion. In a world where trust can kill and desire can ignite wars, their bond could either shatter everything or awaken a power darker than either of them imagined. Two unstoppable forces. One binding agreement. A story of passion, power, and peril. Dive into the dark, irresistible saga of the Wolf King and his Mafia Queen.