The Wedding Dress Sewing Circle

Letting go of something that has never been yours in the first place would be the toughest decision Bea would make in her life. All she did was love, yet it never crossed her that doing so would only cause pain to others. "I have never been happy!" Her world crumbled as the man of her life begged and knelt on his knees, not to offer a ring but to ask for his freedom. Bea met Evan just as when she had lost all hope in love. An architect who is eager to renovate her heart, which has been abandoned. He never fails to make her realize the actual meaning of true love, something she never felt. Evan is ready to make her wedding dream a reality. But just as when she is about to accept his proposal, her dark past chases her in horror. She promised herself that she'll never hurt anyone, ever again. So, the best thing she could do was to escape. Will fate be forever cruel to her? Or what if fate becomes considerate and lets them collide again? Will Bea fight in the name of love and be the queen in the aisle?

On the flight to Arlencia, a post popped up: [What's it like to have sex in a wedding dress?] The pic showed a girl yanking some guy's purple tie while he hiked up her gown. His face was blurred, but hers? Straight-up blissed out. Everyone in the comments was swooning over how in love they looked. I didn't swoon. I froze. Because that purple tie? I gave it to Zeke Santoro, my fiancé, a few days ago. And that wedding dress? The exact custom one he had made for me. There was only one. I kept zooming in, heart racing, until I spotted a family photo in the background. My hands were shaking when I called him. "I wanna see the dress," I said. He hesitated. "It's at the studio getting final touches. Not with me right now. I'll show it to you later." I just smiled and hung up. That was all I needed. Zeke cheated—and the girl? His stepsister, Jella. Total circus. I reopened the post and shot her a DM: [Your wedding dress is stunning. I have the same one.]

Dion was forced to marry Savira. Everything he did to get the inheritance. Marrying his father's future wife made the man tormented. Will there be love between them?

They are coming.Hollyn Parker is running for her freedom. For her life. Born and raised in a community that subjects her to the worst kinds of horrors, she must escape, or she will die.Thrust into a world that is so unlike her own, she finds herself in another prison. At least this one has a set of sexy triplets willing to help her. But the haven they offer isn’t without its own perils.When her old life catches up to her, she must make a choice. Save the men who have sheltered her. Or trust them when they say they can handle her past.Circle of the Stars is created by Sadie Jacks, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.

Chu Nian became his nominal wife because her elder sister ran with his brother leaving his fiancé. Causing a turmoil between two leading companies due to the sudden halt in the marriage, he decided to punish her for her elder sister crimes. As time passes he fell in love with her but the feelings for revenge were more stronger than love. While Chu Nian was all unaware of this President Han was constantly playing tricks trapping her more and more in an indisputable world. ---

At first the marriage was fine. Everything became warm, the wounds from Ainayya Hikari Salvina's past gradually began to heal. But the warm marriage was suddenly hit by a wave. Breaking a trust and making him leave the house that has taught the meaning of a harmonious family. Then can Albara Demian Dominic, the perpetrator of the destruction, repair the household that has made him heal from events in the past? Can Albara heal the wound he gave his wife? Let's see how Albara travels in pursuit of his wife's love back.

Freya didn't expect to die one day at the hands of the people she cherished the most, but when she opened her eyes again - she's back in the past. Freya Ancajas did everything to find out the truth about the people that pushed her off to her death and while doing so, she found herself tangled by surprising events, unexpected truths and getting the interest of the three men whom she never met before. Will she succeed in her plan of finding the true agenda of her enemy - her sister - or will she get in trouble for believing the truth that lies in her past?

July a workholic woman who is in a relationship with her old lover in secret. The age that is no longer young makes her big family urge to get married, even they arrange an marriage partner for her. The reason July keeps her relationship with Argus a secret from people around her is because the past history they had as former college student and his status as a widower. Argus once left July before and married another woman of his parents ' choice. July does not want her big family to know which is definitely the they relationship will be opposed by all parties, even on the day of her marriage, July still kept the identity of the groom until the end. That's why an agent hired by Argus can show up at a wedding to be a substitute groomer. July is trapped in a fake married life with N over a contractual agreement.

For five years, I have seen Leo Belmonte—the Don’s heir—as the only light in my life. On the day of my wedding dress fitting, he smiled and told me I was only a stand-in for his untouchable first love, Mia. Now that the real thing was back, I was supposed to step aside—go underground, follow my mother's path, and be somebody's mistress like she had been. The bridal fastenings cut my palms bloody, and all he cared about was the dress. His precious Mia ran me down on the highway in her car, and he warned me not to call the police—held my mother's ashes over my head to keep me in line. When the whole internet was calling me a homewrecker, it was him who nailed me to the pillar of shame with his own hands. The night I finally gave up, I boarded the Deluca family's private helicopter. That was when they learned the truth—I was no homeless bastard daughter. I was the only heir the most powerful Don in Europe had been searching for all these years. Once, I saw him as my light. Now he kneels at my feet and begs forgiveness, and all I feel is disgust. One day soon, I would stand at the top of the underworld—somewhere he could never reach again.

In the fifth year of my spiritual practice, my phone suddenly exploded with messages. [Aria, why aren't you replying? Are you really that petty?] Puzzled, I opened Messenger, and froze. My cousin, who never seemed to measure up to me and always went out of her way to oppose me, was getting married, and she expected me to attend. "Sorry, I've been busy lately. I won't be able to make it," I replied politely. However, my courteous response only fueled their ridicule. "Stop pretending! You haven't kept in touch with your family for years. Are you too embarrassed because your life is such a mess?" "She won't even come to her own cousin's wedding? How heartless!" "Let me guess, the real reason she can't come is she can't afford a wedding gift." One cutting remark after another appeared, until Betty Stewart stepped in, feigning concern. "Come on, don't be so harsh on Aria. We're family, after all." "If she's really struggling, I could ask my husband to help her get a cleaning job." Then she sent me the digital invitation, the gold lettering gleaming. When I saw the groom's name, my pupils constricted in shock. Joseph Clark? Wasn't he the short-lived husband who had spent three years sucking up to me just to extend his life?