We Never Know

Lydia Hart loved Adrian Wolfe for three years. Three years of silence. Three years of coldness. Three years of hoping he would love her back. Instead, he gave her a divorce. Humiliated and heartbroken, Lydia leaves without looking back. Until one shocking discovery changes everything. She’s pregnant. With Adrian’s baby. Determined to protect her child from a father who never wanted her, Lydia disappears and starts over with a new job, a new life… and a dangerous secret. But Adrian Wolfe isn’t the kind of man who ignores mysteries. When he begins to suspect Lydia is hiding something from him, he starts digging for the truth. And when he finally discovers what she kept from him… It might already be too late. Because the woman he divorced… Is the only one who ever owned his heart.

At 23, Emilia Jones signed a contract that made her Billionaire Steven Riorsorn’s secret mistress because she was blinded by a teenage crush and had the hope that one day she would be more than a secret. Then his ex-girlfriend returned, and Steven ended everything with barely a goodbye. Heartbroken and pregnant, Emilia disappears to rebuild her life. She won't be anyone's second choice ever again. Two years later, she's a rising force in the business world, with a daughter Steven doesn't know exists. But when their paths cross at a corporate event, the past comes crashing back. Steven wants answers. His ex wants him back. And a dangerous enemy wants to destroy them all. This time, Emilia isn’t fighting for love. She is fighting for her daughter, her future and the woman she had worked hard to become. But what happens when the man who broke her heart finally realises what he lost?

It is a forced marriage. They both forced because of a business in their family. Everlynne is a doctor in a famous hospital of her father. Azrael, on the other hand, is a Mafia boss who had a previous relationship and was unexpectedly forced to break up with his girlfriend due to a forced marriage.

Her breathing was ragged, her legs pumping as fast as they could, as she dashed through the dense trees. just a little further. Stopping at the shoreline, Margot rested her palms on her knees, panting. She hated running. But she hated the name calling more. Fatty, sasquatch, troll, she'd heard them all. Margot endured teasing for her looks, by her mother, sister l, and her peers. She never believed herself to be beautiful, or deserving of much at all... but maybe, just maybe she was somehow worthy of a mate... just maybe. Gavin spent his entire life training for his future as the Alpha of the Black River pack. He was ready and prepared for anything, that is, until he met her....

She took her twin’s place to survive. But falling in love with the man meant to ruin her was never part of the plan. When Layla Ross steps into the shoes of her missing twin, she’s thrust into a marriage with Dominic Foster the dangerously powerful man who married her sister for revenge. But nothing is as it seems. Unknowingly poisoned by Layla herself under her father’s manipulation, Dominic’s life ticks on a secret clock. Layla, a woman with fifteen elite identities and a heart she swore to keep frozen, must find the cure she couldn’t create herself. Love wasn’t supposed to bloom. Secrets weren’t supposed to unravel. But in a city of lies, identity swaps, and deadly desires, one truth could shatter everything. How do you love the man you were sent to destroy… and who might destroy you first?

Amara Lawson never imagined her life would change because of someone else’s broken promise. One minute, she is living quietly in the shadow of high society. The next, she is standing at the altar as a replacement bride. When a powerful engagement collapses days before a crucial billion-dollar merger, the Harrington family needs a solution—fast. To avoid scandal and financial ruin, they choose Amara. She is suitable. She is convenient. She is expendable. But they underestimate her. Lucas Harrington is cold, calculated, and dangerously controlled. To him, marriage is a contract—nothing more than a strategic move to protect his empire. He makes it clear from the beginning: he did not choose her, and he will not fall for her. Indifference, he believes, is his strongest shield. What he doesn’t expect is Amara’s quiet strength. Behind the polished smiles and grand public appearances lies a marriage filled with tension, unspoken attraction, and emotional warfare. Every cold glance hides curiosity. Every sharp word masks a pull neither of them can ignore. But the truth behind the broken engagement is darker than anyone knows. Secrets begin to surface. Betrayals come to light. And enemies circle, waiting for Lucas to lose everything. As danger closes in, Lucas is forced to confront the one thing he never planned for—his growing feelings for the woman he once saw as nothing more than a substitute. Because sometimes, the wife you never wanted becomes the only woman you cannot afford to lose.

Amy Lacey and I were sworn enemies—stuck in a marriage neither of us wanted. She blamed me for ruining her last chance with her childhood sweetheart, Bryan Gurley. I hated her for sliding a separation agreement across the table on our wedding night. Seven years together. We both wished the other dead. The day I finally decided to divorce her, our private plane started going down. She grabbed the only parachute and strapped it around my waist. "Isaac Irving, if you die, how are you supposed to pay me back for the years I wasted on you?" The parachute snapped open. Then the explosion hit—and her last words cut through it. "Next life, don't come bother me again." Later, the rescue team pulled her burned body from the wreckage. In her arms was the love token Bryan had given her. That night, divorce papers in hand, I stepped off a rooftop. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Amy ran to the airport to win Bryan back. This time, I let her go without a second thought. In this life, I set her free. From here on out, we'd walk our own roads—owing each other nothing.

“I will never love you.” His voice was deep and quiet, yet cold enough to pierce straight through my bones. God, I knew he only married me because I had the same rare blood type as his lover. I just want to be able to breathe and live better than I do now. When I asked for a divorce, he should have been happy—his lover had regained consciousness, after all. But his reaction was confusing. “You want a divorce? Do you think you can pull another sly trick by saying that?” “There will be no divorce until you repay everything I’ve given to your family, Sandra.'"

My boyfriend was a therapist. On the day I got diagnosed with ALS, he was busy celebrating his friend's birthday. He said, "Sophie's got depression. Without me, she could break down, hurt herself, or do worse things." To look after her, he broke up with me and moved into her place. I blocked him on everything, agreeing we'd go our separate ways. Strangely, he lost his nuts when he found out I was dying.

I'm the daughter of Don Falcone. After I got back from studying abroad, my family threw a welcome-home banquet, conveniently setting me up to meet the fiancé my father had handpicked for me—Santino Moretti. My father praised the guy to the skies in his letters: he was the heir to the Moretti family, elegant, ruthless, drop-dead gorgeous, and holding half the city’s underground operations in the palm of his hand. I arrived at the Elysium Hotel right on the dot. Just as I was about to take a seat, a hand shoved me hard. A woman's shrill voice pierced my ear. "Livia, what's a Sicilian peasant like you doing here? This is the Imperial Suite. Do you think you even deserve to breathe the air in a place like this?" I recognized the woman. It was Bella, a bitch who had always had it out for me back in college. She was clearly trying to humiliate me. Instead of getting mad, I smirked. "Whether I deserve to be here or not—is that for you to decide?" Bella sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm Mr. Santino's personal assistant. Today, Mr. Santino is hosting the eldest daughter of the Falcone family here. This isn't an occasion for bottom-feeding trash like you." "Be smart and crawl back to your slum." I pulled out my phone and dialed my so-called fiancé. I wanted to ask him if it was a tradition in the Moretti family to let their dogs bark at the front door.