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When my husband accompanies his childhood sweetheart to the vet to treat her pet fish, my son accidentally spills his drink on her. My husband watches as his childhood sweetheart's eyes redden. Then, he slaps my son hard and throws a stack of cash at him. "This is your chance to make up for your mistakes. Buy Wendy a dress—make sure it's white!" My son dries his tears while holding onto the money. He roams the streets, searching for a white dress in the middle of the night. When he finally finds one, he ends up getting beaten to death by some drunk hooligans. Even in death, he clutches the bloodied skirt tightly. I burst into tears of despair as I hold onto his body and call my husband over a dozen times. However, he's too busy with his childhood sweetheart's fish. He blocks my number. When he finally calls me back, he sounds icy and angry. "Wendy is still waiting for that dress! Where has the little brat gone to? Can't he even handle such a simple task?"

After three years of living with my wife’s family, everyone thought they could treat me like a pushover. Me? I’m just waiting for her to hold my hand before I can give her the world.

Oliver Reed was never treated like a son-in-law by the Connors. Instead, he was treated like a loser maid, considering his orphanage background. He was then set up by the Connors so he could be exiled from them. Little did he know, his long-lost family had found him and turned his life around in an instant. Follow his journey as he plots revenge on the Connors, with his family as support.

Lucy's quest for love takes a surprising turn when she finds herself falling for Brian Smith, a complete stranger. As she opens up her heart to him, a crucial question nags at her: does Brian feel the same way? Their connection sparks curiosity and ignites whispers of doubt, revealing the tangled web of emotions that bind Lucy and Brian.

Hello my loveries, due to the high demand, I have decided to redit this story. Thanks for your support and love *You my mate, You mine and i have every right to fuck you the way i want" **** REJECTED MATE A bastard pup. That’s all Brinley is. The ruthless Alpha allowed her to live in his pack but with conditions. He was a cruel Alpha and chose her fate. She had to be a maid in the pack. She was hated in the all pack and every one who tried to befriend her would face the wrath of the ruthless Alpha. All was good for the old ruthless Alpha not until when the moon goddess chose Brinley the bastard pup as the mate for his son Coal.

She left again. She left me again. It hurts so much. It feels like I’m slowly being killed. What else am I lacking? I changed myself for her. I loved her so much. I gave her everything—even my soul. Was that still not enough? Why did she still choose that man? I really thought we were okay. I thought she was happy with me. I thought she really loved me. But it was all just wishful thinking. This hurts even more than when she left me before.

"Tell me," I stutteringly said, my voice breaking like glass. "Do you only want to have sex with me?" With a furrowed brow and a tone that suggested frustration. He began, "Mabel, I... I don't-” "Steve, I can't handle inconsistency now! I simply cannot. I cut him off, yelling as I shook my head angrily. "What is going on between us?" My gaze pierced his, requesting an open response and a clear route through the emotional ruins. His jaw tensed as he averted his gaze, then returned to me with a look of deep confusion on his face. He said, "I don't know either, Mabel," in a voice that was hardly more than a whisper and was filled with a sense of helplessness that was similar to mine. "Everything is moving so quickly.” I averted my eyes and frantically wiped at the unrelenting stream of tears that were tracing icy paths down my hot cheeks. "I think you need to leave," I whispered, barely able to breathe. I felt like my voice was about to break. ****** Mabel Jordan, scarred by past betrayal, seeks solace in the bustling city of Dax city. Sharing an apartment with the vibrant Hazel Harrison, she's thrust into a world of wealth and secrets. When she encounters Hazel's cousin, Steve Harrison, passion flares between them. Drawn to his dark allure, Mabel agrees to his terms: a no-strings-attached affair. But as their connection deepens, she battles with her own desires and fears and questions the limits of their arrangement. Can she tame the wild heart of a man who has sworn off love? Or will she cling to the safety of a loveless arrangement?

In a world where power and status reign supreme, Geraldine, a fiercely independent Omega, finds herself bound to the ruthless Alpha Amir in a contract marriage. Their union is not one of love… It's a punishment. “I, an omega, had managed to offend the most powerful being in this part of the world…My Alpha. And now I had to pay and be punished for my crimes. I could lose my head, or my heart, or even both.” As Geraldine goes through the treacherous landscape of pack politics and uncovered secrets, she must also confront the darkness of her own past and the true intentions of her new husband. Will she survive the wrath of the Alpha, or will she become his latest conquest?”

Accused of a murder she didn’t commit, Lyra—a gentle healer and omega—flees from a pack that only ever saw her as weak. But fate has different plans, leading her into the life of the ruthless Alpha Tristan of the Night Howlers pack. Drawn to the woman he believes is hiding deadly secrets, Tristan finds himself torn between his suspicions and a fierce desire he doesn’t understand. Trapped in a world of betrayals, hidden magic, and a dangerous prophecy, Lyra begins to unlock her true heritage—a power that can either save or doom them all. But when an ancient enemy returns to claim her life and everything she loves, she realizes that her bond with Tristan may be the only thing that can stop a war. As enemies circle closer, a terrifying choice looms: trust the mate who broke her heart or watch the entire realm burn. Will Lyra and Tristan defy their fates…or be consumed by them?

My fiancé's true love was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her last request? "I want your bridal gown, your wedding, your fiancé, and you to be our wedding witness." She donned the gown I had made for myself, wore the jewelry I had chosen for my special day, and took my fiancé's arm. She stole my marriage. I thought I would endure it—for the sake of a dying woman. But that wasn't enough for her. Soon, she attended an auction to buy the only thing I had left from my late mother. I watched as she and my ex drove the price of Mom's white nephrite bracelet up to a staggering 27,000,000 dollars. The people I had called family had drained me dry. I was at my wit's end. I couldn't afford to keep the bracelet any longer. I was about to lose my mother's keepsake—until a calm, cool voice echoed above the din. "40,000,000." The crowd fell silent. The mysterious scion of the Kenway family had spoken. And he added, "A gift for me to the ever-elegant Miss Taylor Jones." I thanked him. "I'll repay you for this, Mr. Kenway. Slowly, but surely!" He frowned. "Hold on. Don't you remember me, Taylor?" "Huh?!"