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Staring at the guy who just left the world for me didn't seem right to me; something was breaking in me I did not know what but something was there... breaking into tiny pieces; shattering maybe. " A-as-ash... " I called his name but he did not answer; his closed eyes are scaring me but the chill is scaring me for the first time... the chills I was familiar with scare me at this moment. " Maya, " I could not hold back the tears when I heard his voice; crawling away from him, my body shivering from the strong sense of cold terror that filled in my bones. I killed him " R-ro-Roy, " I breathed out but did not feel my breath back. " he has to die, Maya, he has to die, " those words did not seem right but these are maybe true. or maybe not " 3 hours, Maya... 3 hours, " that was what I am left with 3 hours. .

My husband, Daniel Thompson, looked down on me. I was just a farmer's daughter in his eyes, and he never loved the son I gave birth to. It wasn’t until our baby turned 100 days old that he held him for the first time. Then, one day, his first love, Claire Matthews, came back to the city. That night at dinner, Daniel, who was always cold and distant, finally smiled. He even reached across the table and placed a piece of meat on Noah’s plate. Noah beamed all evening, clutching onto that tiny gesture like it was a treasure. Just before bed, he whispered to me, "Mom, do you think he likes me now… even just a little?" I wrapped him in my arms, tears blurring my vision as I gently shook my head. "No, sweetheart. It’s because the woman he truly loves is back. It’s time for us to go."

On the day I won the national esports championship, my girlfriend of eight years told me she wanted to go on stage and personally present me with flowers. Standing on the podium, my heart was racing. I reached into my pocket to pull out the ring I'd hidden there, ready to propose to her in front of the entire nation. But what happened next shocked me. She giggled and, instead of handing me the bouquet, she gave it to her male best friend. Under the bright lights, they became the center of attention. The crowd cheered, and their congratulatory messages flooded the trending topics. Even his fans tagged me in posts, mocking, [I told you not to get in the way of our couple, now look at you.] I simply posted on Twitter, [Respect and blessings. Please be locked together forever.]

Emily Harlow never agreed to be sold on national television, until her mother signed her up for The Marriage Lottery, a ruthless show pairing society’s “undesirable” women with husbands willing to take them. Alone, in a torn gown, under blinding lights and a nation laughing, Emily opens her only offer and reads the name aloud. Damien William Hardy. The audience erupts in disbelief. A joke, they say. A mistake. Because what would a man like him ever want with a leftover woman? Damien Hardy did not choose Emily Harlow. Her presence is an intrusion into his plans, his reputation, his bloodline. He will break her, piece by piece, until he uncovers the secret she’s hiding. And yet… against all odds, she has claimed the most eligible man in the country. But can she keep him?

At thirty-six, the Grammy-winning songwriter lives in a world of glittering lights and soaring applause, yet behind every love song she writes is a truth she keeps hidden: she’s never found a love strong enough to stay. When two powerful forces enter her life—one a steady and familiar presence, the other a magnetic, unpredictable spark—Aria is thrust into an emotional whirlwind that threatens to shatter the careful world she’s built. Passions ignite, loyalties fracture, and long-buried truths claw their way to the surface. As her career reaches new heights, Aria’s personal life spirals into a dangerous collision of desire, heartbreak, and revelation. Caught between the man who grounds her and the man who sets her soul on fire, Aria must make a choice that could cost her everything—even herself.

It is 9:00 pm, and a soft glow still lights the master bedroom on the Lowe residence's second floor. "Helena, there's only a month left before the marriage agreement ends. Once it's up, I'll go ahead and arrange the fake death." Sitting at her vanity, Bianca Lane types the message and sends it to her mother-in-law, Helena Johnson. A reply comes back almost instantly. "Bianca, you've worked so hard these past ten years. You've taken such good care of Sebastian and even gave birth to a child for our family. "To me, you've always been my daughter-in-law. Why not just forget about the agreement?" Reading the message, Bianca unconsciously tightens her grip on her phone before quickly typing her response. "No, Helena. Let's just stick to the agreement."

Gianna Toricelli has always survived by wearing masks. By day, she’s the disappointing daughter trying to make her dying mother proud. By night, she dances under neon lights to pay debts that could cost her friends their lives. Then her mother marries into the most powerful crime family in the city. And Gianna comes face-to-face with the man who once watched her behind a mask. Raphael Capone is ruthless, brilliant, and used to winning. He doesn’t tolerate weakness. He doesn’t forgive betrayal. When secrets start to unravel, debts turn deadly, and billions hang in the balance, Gianna is forced to choose: Protect the people she loves… Or survive the man who has decided she belongs to him. In the Capone world, love isn’t soft. It’s possession.

Amelia, the daughter of Sliver Moon Pack's Alpha, after her mother passed away. Her father marked his mistress as Luna and took back a stepsister for her, then her life turned into hell. But she tried her best to live and hope she could find mate to take her away from the abyss. But instead she was driven of the pack for a crime she didn't commit and had a one-night stand with a strange man. The next day, her stepsister opened the door with Amelia's mate. "I, Jax Stone, Future Beta of the Silver Moon pack reject you, Amelia, daughter of the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack." Tears ran down Amelia's cheeks. *** Five years later, Amelia was forced to attend her stepsister's wedding, but her pup pointed his tiny finger at the wedding stage. "Why does he look like me? We have the same eyes, Mom..."

She promised to loathe him. He never meant to hold her. The heart was never addressed in their contract. Elena Vega has to marry the guy who broke her family's inheritance in order to save it. Julian Thorne is a millionaire who is cold and calculating. His proposition is straightforward but cruel: one year of perfect, public marriage in exchange for her family's safety. There are no feelings and no true closeness; it's all a show for the cameras. She enters his world of chilly luxury, holding on to her wrath as her only protection. But the line between their fake love and real, dizzying tension starts to blur. A lingering touch, a kiss stolen in the dark, and whispered secrets in the dark—none of these things were in the tiny print. The most dangerous thing for them right now isn't that their lie will be found out; it's the horrible, unmistakable truth: they are falling for the one person they were told to stay away from. A marriage based on hate. A love built on secrets.

Zara wakes up after two years of being in coma and now has to adjust to her life after realizing that she also lost three years of her memories. Her curiosity drives her to investigate her past. A past with its own pains. Love finds her but will this love put her incomplete broken pieces together or break her even further? Kehinde, a ruthless business mogul, cold and indifferent on another side of the world with a dark secret. A man living in his own nightmare holding on to the tiny beam of light in his life. How will their different world worlds collide? Will two broken souls heal each other and find true love and happiness? There is no present without the past. What secrets do the past hold? How will the past decide the future Find out as you read this story. Do join her as she finds herself. FINDING MY MISSING PIECE Please drop a review. All constructive criticism is accepted.