Waking Up Married To My Crush

Melinda gave up everything for the man she loved—only to be stabbed in the back by the two people she trusted most: her husband and her own sister. On the morning of her wedding anniversary, she wakes up naked in a stranger’s bed, with no memory of the night before. Still reeling with confusion, she heads to her husband’s office to surprise him—only to find him in a compromising position with her sister. But the ultimate betrayal comes when they throw an envelope at her feet—photos accusing her of infidelity she never remembered committing. When she overhears them plotting her death, Melinda knows she has to run. What they don’t know is that she’s just inherited a fortune—and she's not the same naive woman anymore. She vanishes to Las Vegas, where she rebuilds her life from scratch. But fate has one more twist. She’s pregnant… with twins. And the father? Six years later, Melinda returns to Los Angeles, stronger, wealthier, and ready for revenge. Her plan is flawless—until her twins come face to face with their father. Now, James wants answers. The twins want a family. And Melinda just wants justice. Love was never part of the plan… but the heart has plans of its own.

Indebted since twenty-year-old, Eden struggles between taking care of his wife and child and studying at university. The loan sharks follow him every day and everywhere, putting his family in danger. One day, the CEO of a big company offers him a job as his son's bodyguard. Harvey is careless, has no responsibility and cherishes his social life. But what would happen once he meets his handsome bodyguard? And worse, how could he seduce him when he has a wife and a five-year-old son?

“To escape a monster, she ran straight into the arms of a devil.” Lila Vance was a debt payment. Wrapped in fifty thousand dollars of French lace, she was minutes away from marrying Marcus Thorne—a man who whispered that she was nothing more than his "property." But Lila refused to be broken. With a ripped dress and a heart full of terror, she bolts from the altar and into the private elevator of the Grand Imperial Hotel. When the doors open, she finds herself in the lion’s den: the penthouse of Adrian Sterling, her fiancé’s most lethal rival. Adrian is a man carved from shadows and sin, a billionaire "Shark" who destroys legacies for sport. When Marcus comes to claim his prize, Adrian offers Lila a choice: go back to the man who will break you, or sign a one-year marriage contract with the man who will own you. As the line between their fake vows and real desire begins to blur, Lila must face a terrifying truth: Adrian Sterling didn't save her out of mercy. He saved her because she is the final piece in a game of revenge he’s been playing for years. In a game of power, who will be the first to break?

Having a crush on someone and getting married to him is supposed to be the best thing ever happened to you. But what if he happens to love your sister and destiny chooses you as his bride. His replaced bride_

Jake's father was an Alpha and his mother a human. He was shunned by his pack after a shameful loss in a duel to his beta; Nathaniel, who claimed he was an outcast. Jake's loss meant that Nathaniel was the new Alpha. Jake is forced to seek refuge in an old man's home who had a granddaughter same age as him. While attending school, he falls in love with a human; Sky (she had a crush on him the moment he enrolled but played hard to get once she had noticed Jake's interest in her). Things take a rough path when the moon goddess proclaims she wants Jake to return as the Alpha and also chooses him as Celeste; his best friend, mating partner. Will Nathaniel form a pack of his own to seek vengeance on the wolf who was birthed by a human or will he surrender to Jake's leadership? And will Jake be mated to Celeste leaving Sky in the mud or will he reject Celeste and perform the mating ritual with someone familiar?

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!

[Kumpleto - Completed] Si Ina na isang yaya sa Gomez family. Isang maayos at walang pinoproblema sa buhay magmula nang siya ay makatuntong sa bahay ng mga ito ngunit sa isang iglap ay nagbago na lamang ang lahat nang magkagusto ang asawa ng kaniyang amo na si Roy Gomez sa kaniya at maging siya ay nahulog din. Gayunpaman, sa una ay alam na niya na mali ito dahil may asawa na rin ito at ang babae pa na kumupkop sa kaniya mula sa ampunan. Sadya nga yata na kay lupit ng tadhana at nang nagmahal siya ay sa maling pagkakataon at tao pa. Kaniya nga ba na tatahakin ang daan na alam niya ay mali para lamang sa pagmamahal o tatahakin pa rin ang daan patungo sa kung saan ang dapat at tama? Kaniya ba na ipaglalaban ang kaniyang pagmamahal para sa lalaki, o ibabaon na lamang sa limot ang lahat upang protektahan ang pamilya nito? Siya na nga ba kaya ang magiging dahilan ng muling pagkawasak ng puso ng babaeng umampon sa kaniya o ang tutulong dito na malampasan ang trauma na naranasan sa nakaraan?

..Saw my hubby, but I was in another woman's body, and this time he wasn't my husband, his uncle was. ~ A voice suddenly cut through the silence. “Oh my goodness, you're finally awake Mrs. Blackwood!” Mrs Blackwood? That was.. I tried to speak, but my voice was a mere whisper. The nurse, a kind faced woman with a warm smile, helped me sit up and handed me a glass of water. As I sipped, fragments of memories began to resurface. A car crash.. screams? and Kenneth's face? But why couldn't I put two and two together? "Can you help me to the toilet?" I asked the nurse, my voice still weak. The nurse nodded and assisted me out of bed and my legs trembled beneath me as I walked, unaccustomed to bearing my weight after such a long time of bederiding Once in the bathroom, I stared at the mirror, expecting to see my own reflection but the face staring back at me was unfamiliar, younger and prettier. A jolt of fear immediately coursed through me. Who was this person? "Mrs. Victoria Blackwood?” I heard the nurse call out from behind and it dawned on me.. that name belonged to Alexander Blackwood's wife, my husband's uncle! A wave of panic washed over me. What was happening? Why was I in this body? I stumbled backward, the nurse catching me by my waist. "Steady Mrs. Blackwood. You're still recovering." But I wasn't recovering. I was lost. Trapped in a stranger's life.

Lorena Calvino Alessandro Moravia was the devil and I've caught his eye.i was supposed to marry his son Alessandro Moravia She has no business in my world,I have too many enemies.The Moravia crime family had status,power and wealth,she was the only thing I wanted.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.