What She Did

My best friend's brother and I have been dating for half a year, and she has no clue. My best friend drags me out on Christmas for a singles' night out. Unexpectedly, we see her brother, Chris Lambert, holding hands and kissing a girl under the fireworks. "Damn, Chris finally got the school belle!" She looks thrilled and pulls me forward to say hi. Chris awkwardly rubs his nose and introduces me to his girlfriend, "This is my sister, and the one beside her is… sort of like my sister too." I smile silently. We have held hands and kissed, yet now, I am just sort of like his sister.

He throws the paper on her face, she takes a step back because of sudden action, "Wh-what i-is this?" She managed to question, "Divorce paper" He snaps, "Sign it and move out from my life, I don't want to see your face ever again, I will hand over you to your greedy mother and set myself free," He stated while grinding his teeth and clenching his jaw, She felt like someone threw cold water on her, she felt terrible, as a ground slip from under her feet, "N-No..N-N-NOOOOO, NEVER, I will never go back to her or never gonna sing those paper" she yells on the top of her lungs, still shaking terribly,

It had been ten years, and Ethan—my mate—and I still didn’t have a pup. One day, he suggested we adopt one from the Werewolf Orphan Charity Agency. “My mate,” he said gently, “pregnancy is too hard for you. You’d have to go through so many checkups and herbs. Your wolf shouldn’t have to suffer like that.” When others heard this, they all said Ethan loved me deeply—that he couldn’t bear to see me in pain. But I saw the truth with my own eyes. He took an infant pup from another she-wolf. “Luckily, Mia isn’t pregnant,” he said. “That way, the excuse of adopting an infant works—and the pup can have a legitimate status in my clan.” I knew that she-wolf well. The same one Ethan used to call a “stupid omega.” Swallowing the bitterness in my heart, I called my mentor at the Werewolf Research Academy. “I want to devote myself to herb research,” I said calmly. Three days from now, during the pup’s first New Moon blessing, I’ll fake my death in a fire. No one will be able to stop me.

She lost her memory, he lost his heart, but was she ever more than just a replacement? Andre had rescued Lisa after an accident, but unfortunately, she lost her memory. Andre then asked Lisa to become his contract lover. Over a period of time, their relationship transformed from hidden to open and from fake to something real. Andre even proposed to her. However, on the very day of the proposal, Andre encountered a woman who had been missing for three years (Diane), who turned out to be Andre’s first love, and Andre never gave up on finding her. Diane appeared mentally confused and physically weak. Andre immediately abandoned his newly engaged fiancée to care for Diane. It was at this point that Lisa discovered she looked remarkably similar to Diane. She realized that throughout these years, she had been nothing more than a substitute for Diane, with Andre even styling her clothing to match Diane’s preferences. After Diane’s return, Andre’s attitude towards Lisa changed dramatically. Diane got more of his attention after telling Andre that she had been kidnapped. Lisa was neglected by Andre and simultaneously provoked by Diane, with Andre believing Lisa was jealous of Diane. Utterly disappointed, Lisa decided to leave Andre. When Andre figures out, he actually loves Lisa and that Diane had been responsible for her accident, he goes in search of his love. Diane is psychotic, and her disappearance was staged; she faked her kidnapping to figure out if Andre would remain loyal. Now, with betrayal burning on all sides, and secrets threatening to explode, Lisa must reclaim her identity, her past… and her revenge. Because this time, she won’t just survive, she’ll make them all pay.

Elise Caro was the perfect trophy wife: loyal, obedient, and blindly in love with her mafia husband, Cassian D’Amaro. Until the night she uncovered his betrayal and was silenced-killed in cold blood, and buried like a secret. But fate isn’t done with her. Elise wakes up five years earlier, in her younger body, right before her marriage. With her memories intact and bitterness sharpened, she vows not to fall again. This time, she won’t be his wife. She’ll be his reckoning. As she re-enters Cassian’s orbit under a new identity, he starts falling for her again. But Elise isn’t here for love. She’s here to ruin him.

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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!

When her parents were killed and she was turned into a vampire, Ellis Nakai's life changed forever. Now she's stuck repeating High School, and she thought nothing would change again. Until she meets Skye, a werewolf and Young Alpha of the Wind Valley pack - and her mate. There's just one snag - werewolves and vampires are mortal enemies. | Book 1 of the SRWW Trilogy |

My husband, Gavin Chapman, is giving his secretary, Natasha Gardner, exactly what she wants. He's making her his wife. To pull it off, he fakes a lab accident, pretends to have amnesia, and brings her home. In his office, Gavin wraps his arms around Natasha and murmurs indulgently, "Not just Mrs. Chapman. Even if you want to pretend to be the vice president for a week, I'll let you." My eyes dim, but I let the lie go on. The next day, at a press conference, Gavin holds Natasha's hand and tells the world she's his real wife. He even threatens to kick me out of the company and take over all my research data. Dozens of cameras swivel toward me, waiting for my outburst. But I stay silent and simply sign the termination papers. Gavin doesn't know that the pharmaceutical project he believes will be done in seven days isn't quite finished. There's still one final step, and I'm the only one who knows how to do it.

My husband, Jaxon Murray, was a renowned medical expert and owned a big company. He was participating in a clinical drug trial when someone tampered with his medication. Under the influence, he ended up entangled with an intern—ninety-nine times, right there on the lab table. When he regained clarity, he rushed home, locked himself in the bathroom, and submerged himself in the tub without food or water as he waited for me to return from work. "Lauren," he said, "my medication was switched during the trial. I made a terrible mistake. But I paid her off and had her dismissed. She'll never appear before me again." I wept miserably, clutching my belly that had once again failed to carry life. And in the end, I chose to forgive him. Several months later, he crashed into a guardrail while answering a phone call, causing me to miscarry. The injury left me unable to conceive for life. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, his voice choked with remorse. "Darling, I don't deserve you. I'm so sorry… We don't need children. We have each other, isn't that enough?" One day, I went to bring him lunch, only to find him in the next hospital room, cradling and feeding the woman he swore he'd never see again. "She's too weak to eat by herself," he said. "She has early-stage stomach cancer. There's no one else to take care of her… she's all alone." I chose to believe him. Again. Until one day, a pair of twins appeared in our home. Sophie Dixon knelt before me, wearing the postpartum gown he had once lovingly picked out for me, clutching my hand with tears streaming down her face. "It's all my fault. Please don't blame Jaxon. If you say the word, I'll leave with the children immediately." Jaxon grabbed my other hand, desperation thick in his voice. "Lauren, you've always been the kindest person I know. The children are still so young. How could Sophie possibly raise them alone? You wouldn't be that cruel… would you?" I looked down at the hands gripping mine from both sides, and suddenly, I laughed. "Jaxon, let's get a divorce. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."