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"Cuma karena lo prawanin gue, bukan berarti lo harus nikah sama gue, ikhlas, sana pergi!" Jane sepertinya sudah berubah sinting, pramugari dua puluh tujuh tahun yang terkenal cantik ini tiba-tiba saja harus menghadapi scandal kelewat memalukan, yang sedang ngetren belakangan. Ia tidak tau, tidak pernah menyangka juga, perjalanan kerja yang rutin ia lakukan membawanya pada malapetaka. Harusnya alkohol itu dimusnahkan! Kalau saja Jane tidak mabuk, ia tidak akan tidur dengan tetangga baru yang sialan Hot itu!

Alpha Evan Scott, who once loved me beyond all reason, stopped loving me overnight. Because he had chosen the wrong wolf. What he never realized was that, on that very same day, I awakened too. If, in his eyes, I was nothing but an imposter who had occupied Julia Lawson's place for all these years, then it was time to return what was never meant to be mine. I followed fate's design all the way to my death. Only after that did Evan sink to his knees beside my corpse, his cries filled with unbearable regret. At last, I remembered. The truth was, he had come for me.

Synopsis - Isabelle Ellwood, a plain, fuller-figured 19-year-old, hides her poetic soul and dreams of teaching behind dry wit, overshadowed by her beautiful sister who is counted as a family jewel for her grace and beauty and an ambitious father dreaming of snagging a royal title. When Prince Sebastian Nathaniel Winthorne, a bold, dark, and formidable warrior-king at 30, announces a bride-selection season at Cresthaven Palace, Isabelle dares to hope—not for love, but to glimpse the scarred-handed savior of her childhood. Unbeknownst to her, and him, he’s Sebastian, whose commanding presence and passionate heart blind him to her worth, fixated instead on the angelic Amelia Everhart, Isabelle's dearest friend. A secret library meeting shatters Isabelle’s illusions: Sebastian seeks her help to woo Amelia, praising her mind yet oblivious to her love. Their friendship deepens—his admiration grows, her longing festers—culminating in a rain-soaked confrontation where the lavender and breeze ignites his primal desire, clashing with her insecurities. Public scorn and familial cruelty drive Isabelle to flee, forcing Sebastian to confront the void she leaves. As time apart unravels his obsession with Amelia, he pursues Isabelle, his awakening raw and relentless. Their reunion at a glittering ball sparks a dance of resentment and longing, leading to a climactic confession where love triumphs over doubt. Isabelle’s journey from invisible dreamer to empowered princess, and Sebastian’s shift from idealized obsession to soul-deep love, crafts a tale of unseen hearts finding their place—a fiercely unique love story for readers craving wit, angst, and romance. In the opulent yet unforgiving world of Regency-inspired Eldoria, The Crown's Wrong Kiss weaves a slow-burn romance of unrequited love, repressed desire, and transformative self-worth.

[RATED 19+ CONTENT AHEAD] "This is the last time, Thea." He thrust himself entirely into me, and I whimpered. "Yes, Daddy." That was the lie we told ourselves. *** He was my father's best friend. The man I called "Uncle Stellan." Now, my father is gone, and Stellan Vaughn is my new guardian. My new boss. He’s cold, ruthless, and the most powerful man in New York. He’s supposed to protect me, to guide me. But at my father's funeral, when his dark eyes met mine, what I saw wasn't comfort. It was a hunger that lit a matching fire in me. That's when I realized, there was no going back for this man and me, nor were we prepared to experience both of our lives getting f**ked over. He thinks I’m an innocent, grieving girl. He doesn't know I'm just as broken as he is. He doesn't know I want his control to shatter. He's the one man I can never have. The one man who could destroy my future. And the only one I'm willing to sin for.

"Hatred is still an emotion, sweetheart," I murmured, stepping closer. "That means you still care." Forced into a marriage with the man who despises her family, Isla vows to resist him. But Dante is a man who always gets what he wants, and what he wants… is her. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Serena finds herself trapped in a dangerous game of power, revenge, and an undeniable attraction she can't escape. Because in Dante’s world, love isn’t gentle. It’s a war. And Serena is about to learn—when the Don wants something, he takes it.

Ako si Eloisa Macaraeg, 19 yrs. Old.. Nag-iisang anak ng babaeng bulag na si aling sonya Lumaki akong hindi nasilayan ng aking ina ang aking naging itsura.. At Dahil sa ginahasa lamang siya ng aking ama. Nang isilang ako ng aking ina, sinikap niya akong buhayin mag-isa, sa paglalabada lamang.. Dahil matapos na magahasa ang aking ina ng lalakeng adik. Mula noon hindi na ito nagparamdam pa sa aking ina. Sinikap akong pag aralin ng aking ina. At dahil sa biniyayaan ako ng katalinuhan, nagiging iskolar ako sa mga pinasukan kung school, mula elementary hanggang sa ako'y makapag tapos ng high school.. Ngunit sa kasamaang palad ng ako'y mag kokolehiyo na.. Hindi ko na ito natapos.. Hanggang 2 yrs. Lamang ang nakayanan ko, dahil nagkasakit na ang aking ina ng malubha.. At walang mag-aalaga sa kanya. Lingid sa kaalaman ng aking ina, lumalaki akong isang napakagandang bata. Maganda rin ang hubog ng aking katawan na namana ko sa aking ina. Hindi ako kaputian, pero makinis ang aking balat. Dahil sa kapos kami sa pagkain.. Nagdalaga akong balingkinitan lamang ang aking katawan, matangkad ako at natural ang pagka curly ng hair ko. Nang ganap na ika 19 years old ko.. Nagpasya na akong pumunta ng maynila upang makapaghanap ng trabaho. At napansin ko rin naman na medyo gumanda na ang kalusugan ng aking ina. Sa pag punta ko sa maynila, nakahanap ako ng magandang trabaho, ngunit may naging kapalit.. At ito ay ang pagka durog ng aking puso.. Nang malaman ang lihim ng aking pagka tao.. May pag Asa pa kaya akong makaahon sa hirap? At maging masaya?..

I've been married to the prince of the underworld for ten years and have endured countless life-or-death situations by his side. My hands, once trained to play the piano, are covered in calluses from holding guns and stained with blood. But at 28, my husband ends up falling for a young woman from the slums. She's as delicate and pure as a chamomile. She's his well-kept little secret—until I run into them at the woman's prenatal appointment one day. I storm up to him, demanding an explanation, only for him to nonchalantly hand me divorce papers. "Sonia is a devout follower of the church and can't have a child before marriage. I must make an honest woman out of her. Sign these, and you'll get 40% of the company's shares." I refuse to do as told, so he corners me. In the end, he has my crippled younger brother tied up and forced under a hydraulic compression machine. "Sign the papers, Maeve, or watch your brother become a human mince pie. The choice is yours." I fall on my knees and beg him to stop. As the machine turns on, my hands fly to my aching lower belly, and I scream as I lose consciousness. When I wake up again, I'm back in the hospital, in the same spot where I ran into my husband and his mistress at her prenatal appointment. This time, I don't confront him. Overnight, I make arrangements with a sanatorium abroad, get divorced, and run away from home. Yet the moment I truly disappear, my husband loses his mind.

Amara is a healer trying to mend her own broken heart. Damon is a future Alpha paralyzed by guilt and bad choices. Valerie is a villain willing to destroy everyone to keep what isn’t hers. Marcus and Elena are the parents who see the truth and wait for their son to catch up. Liam is the rival who offers Amara a different future. And Maya is the human heart of the story proof that love doesn’t require fangs. Together, they form a story about second chances, painful choices, and the question at the center of every fated-mates romance.

In the sixth year of my marriage with Zach Elroy, his workplace finally allocated us a small, two-room flat. I was overjoyed. I told our daughter she would finally have a bed of her own. But Zach said coldly, "This room is for Jennifer and her daughter. You and Kathy can keep sleeping on the floor." In my past life, we fought bitterly over it. He eventually gave in. But while I was away on a work trip, he went back on his word. He brought Jennifer Cross into our home and made our daughter, Kathy, sleep on the floor. That night, when Kathy came down with a high fever and cried out that she felt sick, he was reading Jennifer and her daughter a bedtime story. Our daughter passed away that night. Now, in this life, I calmly laid out the bedding on the floor and said, "Whatever."