Thirteen Going On Thirty

Bethany thought she had escaped her marriage from her ex-husband, the wealthiest man in the city, Fred Hart but love never wades. Fred comes back in her life to disrupt what ever is going on in her life to remind her that " She is forever going to be his" But is Beth going to come back to him? After what he has done and taken from her life? Is there a chance of redemption? Find out more

“One day earlier or later—what’s the difference?” Henry asked calmly. It was my thirtieth birthday. The deadline of the promise he made beside my dying mother’s bed. But that day, he needed to take his pregnant sister-in-law to her prenatal appointment. “She’s carrying my late brother’s only child,” he said. “Why are you fighting her for this?” I wasn’t fighting for a date. I was fighting for the last shred of dignity in a fifteen-year love. The girl who once meant everything to him Had slowly become the unreasonable one. The sister-in-law who used to disgust him Had somehow become the one he needed to protect. So I smiled and said, “Fine.” And I left. Three days later, I turned thirty without him. That was the day Henry Jones began to regret it. Because soon he would learn— The baby wasn’t his brother’s. The betrayal didn’t start with me. And the woman he chose to hurt… was the only one who ever stood by him. But by then—I was already gone. And this time,He would be the one begging.

After being Conan Stone’s secretary and girlfriend for seven years, he was going to be engaged to someone else. Ninian Springs was dejected. She was going to resign, but he decided to cancel the engagement in public. During the auction, just when everyone thought that Conan was going to propose to Ninian, his crush showed up. When everyone saw that Ninian had the exact same face as Conan’s crush, they began to whisper. At that moment, Ninian finally realized: she was just a replacement.

Meet Kaya Simeon. A young omega who has a nasty habit of going out into the woods alone at night. On one night Kaya goes into the woods alone again and accidentally stumbles upon an alpha, going into rut…

Synopsis Rose has nothing. Three years inside the Quinn mansion — cooking, cleaning, invisible — while her husband waits for the woman he actually loves. When that woman walks back through the door, Rose walks out. Divorce papers signed. Suitcase in the rain. Then four black cars block an empty road. The Albert brothers have spent thirteen years searching for their kidnapped sister. The DNA doesn't lie. Rose Albert is finally home — to a family that loves her, a stepsister who wants her gone, and a name worth half a billion dollars. But the real problem has green eyes. Damien Rodriguez walks through locked doors. His reflection moves half a second behind his body. His eyes burn red in the dark. He arrived at the Albert estate one morning, looked past everyone in the room, and pointed directly at Rose. Her. She's mine. The contract predates her birth. The agreement was made before Rose existed — between Damien and her bloodline. He has been watching her entire life. Waiting. Certain. Because Rose isn't just an heiress. She carries something four hundred years old inside her. And Damien — ancient, dangerous, and not entirely human — has been waiting through centuries for her to come back to him. She just doesn't know it yet.

• • • FOR ADULT READERS ONLY • • •️️ I was five years old when I decided he was mine. Standing at his wife’s graveside in the rain, I pressed my hand to his jaw and told him I would grow up and be his. He said: is that right. Not a question. So I kept my word. My father’s best friend. The man who built an empire on control. The man no one touches. The man I was never meant to want. For thirteen years, I loved him the only way I was permitted to. In silence. At a distance. Across rooms that belonged to our families — and not to what I carried. Until the night I turned eighteen. I said it out loud. He ended it in one word. Don’t. So I did. I stopped looking at him. Stopped wanting him. Stopped being the girl who built her world around a man who would never choose her. I walked away. That should have been the end. It wasn’t. Because the moment I stopped reaching for him… was the moment Adrian Keller started looking for me. Across rooms. Across tables. At midnight — staring at a name he shouldn’t want. The man who taught me control is starting to lose his. And this time— he’s not asking. And underneath the empire… underneath the discipline… underneath fifteen years of unshakable control, something is coming loose.

I was pregnant. On my way to deliver documents to Tristan Goldberg, a flash flood struck. Desperate, I dialed his number, praying he’d answer. After a few rings, the call connected. But instead of Tristan, a woman’s voice answered. "Tristan, whose number is this? Do you want to answer it?" There was a brief pause, and then Tristan’s voice, cold and indifferent, cut through. "It’s just my maid. Ignore it. Hang up." And just like that, the call disconnected. Staring at the torrent rising around me, my pulse quickened. I texted him, begging for him to send a rescue team. Minutes passed as the waters climbed to my waist, churning and relentless. Then, a message from Tristan finally appeared. Tristan: [What kind of ridiculous story are you making up now?] Tristan: [Emily, do you think you're eighteen, playing these childish games? I want that document in my hands within thirty minutes, or we're getting divorced.] A surge of terror shot through me as I looked up, catching sight of a heavy branch snapping loose and crashing down. In an instant, everything went dark.

“Uh, sir, maybe it's better for you to get dressed first?" Amy said. “No need, Ms. Brooke. I'm more comfortable this way.” Samuel smiled, pulling Amy's hand so her position was closer to him. “Besides, I won't need the towel for much longer.” Amy frowned to hear that. “What do you mean?” “Please, Ms. Brooke, ah, maybe I should call you Amy instead. After this, we will be more intimate. It will be awkward to call each other by our last name. Agree?” *** Amy Brooke (twenty years old), the eldest daughter of Brooke's family, has everything all women want: youth, beauty, wealth, and a great family. However, she will lose all in an event and changes her life immensely. Samuel Hoffner (thirty five years old), a billionaire, has everything all men want: great looks, wealth, popularity, and power. However, he is an anti-commitment guy. When they will meet each other and tie in a marriage contract, what will happen later? Can Amy make Samuel fall in love with her? Will their marriage survive or will it be only a short-term arrangement?

When powerful mafia boss Nico Ricci's sheltered younger sister Aleta suffers a mysterious hit-and-run that leaves her with complete amnesia, fate places her in the hands of her brother's greatest rival—Elio Castellano. Elio, thirteen years her senior and harboring deep resentment toward the Ricci family, recognizes her immediately. Instead of returning her to her brother, he seizes this opportunity for revenge by convincing the vulnerable Aleta that they're secretly married. What begins as a cold deception grows complicated as their chemistry ignites into passion. As Aleta gradually recovers fragments of her memory, she discovers they have a forbidden history: a summer romance in Italy years ago that her brother ruthlessly ended with lies and manipulation. But Aleta's accident wasn't random. As Nico tears the city apart searching for his sister, dark secrets emerge about his criminal empire that even Aleta wasn't meant to discover. The hit-and-run that stole her memory may have been ordered by someone much closer than either Elio or Aleta could have imagined. Caught between family loyalty and consuming love, Aleta must decide whom to trust when her full memory returns. Meanwhile, Elio faces an impossible choice between his thirst for vengeance and the woman who has unexpectedly captured his heart. In a world where passion and danger collide, Aleta and Elio are on a treacherous path toward truth and redemption. Their journey exposes the thin line between love and revenge, proving that some vows, even forgotten ones, are destined to be remembered—and some secrets are meant to be revealed.

She was just there to witness a moment in art history, and he was there too for that very reason. She was going to leave, but he wasn't going to let her, not after their eyes had met and she was someone he's been looking for his entire life.