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Who owns my heart? Jason or Ryder? Rich boy or bad boyEmily Collins is a years old girl who came back to her native country Florida for her studies in Edgewood High. She didn't know that this is her life-changing decision. She met a bad boy next door. Girls fall head over heels for Ryder. He's so good in skipping classes and getting himself into trouble without giving damn care about it. On the other side, there's another boy in Edgewood high who's equal to Ryder's range. Jason's son of a famous actress Emma Byrne. He's rich and a smoking hot model in his years. He always gets whatever he wants.Emily's life turned upside down when both boys entered her life at the same time. This was how it supposed to happen. She's no longer an ordinary girl with a normal life anymore.

Diana Balmorris is the only daughter of the family that has a chain of restaurants across the country A, a young heiress who had been in love with her childhood friend, Mikhael Montreal. Everyone wanted to witness the two business conglomerates to finally merge, and the marriage for love! However, one night changed it all. On the day of their engagement, a woman announced that she is pregnant with Mikhael's baby! Diana is broken hearted at what happened and drank herself to death that night. Because of her drunken state, she had found the mysterious arrogant Raphael Blackstone, the infamous ruthless mafia boss, who had been bullying a man, and poured a drink on him at the bar! She was able to escape him, but she had thrown up on him the second time. What's more, she had lost consciousness in front of him. Coincidentally, Raphael has been pressured by his grandfather to marry, and the only way he can inherit the company is if he got married for love! "What, you want me to marry you? Are you insane?!" "Yes, I am," and sealed it with a kiss.

With only an hour left until the concert began, every trending topic across the internet was dominated by a single headline. [Breaking: Rising Star Tiffany Burgess to Propose to Her Manager After Ten Years of Romance, Leaving Fans in Awe.] This proposal was not just a personal milestone; it was the centerpiece of our company's most ambitious PR campaign of the year and the culmination of a love story between Tiffany and me. Then, in the fire escape, I bumped into Tiffany, dressed in her wedding gown, locked in a passionate kiss with a young man. "Wayne, let me explain," she pleaded. "Explain what?" I snorted. "That just before our proposal, you're sneaking around with another man? The proposal is live-streamed to millions, with thousands of media outlets eagerly awaiting the announcement." I slammed the engagement ring down onto the table in front of her. "After the encore tonight, you'll either propose to me on that stage, or you'll be ruined, both in reputation and career!" Her fists clenched, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and grabbed the box. "Fine." Under the spotlight, she stood before me in her wedding dress, pulling out the ring. But instead of turning to me, she held the ring up toward the guest seating area, where her true love sat. "Wayne, thank you for helping me reach the stars," she declared. "But tonight, I'm going to chase my moon." The crowd erupted in shock and confusion. In a single instant, I became the laughingstock—the unwitting prop in her grand romantic gesture. My heart shattered the moment she reached him.

On New Year’s Day, my wife specifically asked me to organize the company’s annual banquet. As a top salesperson for three consecutive years, everyone could see how capable I was at my job. I felt a surge of secret delight. I thought my wife was finally going to make our marriage public. After all, we had been married for five years. However, to avoid any misunderstandings, we always claimed we were just superior and subordinate at work. During the banquet, my wife suddenly stood up and gave me an order. “Lucien Jean, Stef Law has worked so hard this year. You need to toast him!” I frowned and ignored her drunken rambling. I continued chatting with a colleague beside me. I did not expect her to point her finger at me and shout. “Why are you so petty?! I’ve told you nothing is going on between us! What good is there to keep picking on a newcomer?!” Puzzled colleagues all turned to look at me. The male assistant’s voice cracked. “Lucien, if you really hate me, I’ll quit right now.” After saying that, he ran out in front of everyone. My wife immediately chased after him. A pleasant dinner party ended in an unpleasant mess. I dialed her rival’s number. “I’ve accepted your job offer. “Within three days, I want to see her company go bankrupt!”

Everyone thought he called me into his office to scold me. But when I got home, my phone lit up. “I’m sorry… did I f**k you too hard?” he asked, calm as ever. *** After years of being Grant’s invisible wife, Aurelia finally chooses herself. She leaves the mansion, the marriage, and the man who made her feel small. But healing doesn’t come easy, not when your ex can’t let go. Her new boss turns out to be the man every woman whispers about, Julien Knightley, ruthless in the boardroom, magnetic in every other room. The kind of man who sees through the walls she built, and makes her want to live again. But when Grant realizes he’s lost control, obsession replaces love, and the lines between power, passion, and possession blur. The end of her marriage was the beginning of her dangerous new story. A story of healing, second chances, and a woman who refuses to stay broken...

Just before my wedding, I did the unthinkable—I switched places with Raine Miller, my fiancé's childhood sweetheart. It had been an accident, but I uncovered the painful truth—Bruno Russell, the man I loved, had already built a happy home with Raine. I never knew before, but now I do. For five long years in our relationship, Bruno had never so much as touched me. I once thought it was because he was worried about my weak heart, but I couldn't be more mistaken. He simply wanted to keep himself pure for Raine, to belong only to her. Our marriage wasn't for love. Bruno wanted me so he could control my father's company. Fine! If he craved my wealth so much, I would give it all to him. I sold every last one of my shares, and then vanished without a word. Leaving him, forever.

For centuries, the powerful House Shadowmoon and the Lycan Crown of Valtheris maintained peace through sacred alliances. From childhood, you and Silas Ashthorne—the future Lycan King—were destined to marry, but the arrangement never mattered because you were already best friends. When your wolf awakens and reveals a fated mate, you choose destiny over duty and leave Silas behind. Three months later, everything falls apart. After discovering that your fated mate, Darian Vale, has been secretly reconnecting with the woman he never truly forgot, your heart is shattered. With nowhere else to turn, you make one call home. Instead of judgment, you find acceptance. And instead of resentment, Silas offers only four simple words: *"I'll come get you."* Returning to Ashthorne Keep awakens old memories and forgotten feelings. Surrounded by the warmth of the Ashthorne family, you slowly begin to heal while Silas quietly rebuilds the friendship neither of you ever truly lost. Yet as political unrest spreads across the kingdom and ancient enemies gather beyond Valtheris's borders, your return becomes more than a personal matter—it may determine the future of the realm itself. Meanwhile, Darian refuses to let go, convinced that a mate bond gives him a claim over your future. But as the kingdom edges toward war and secrets from the past begin to surface, you're forced to confront a question far more complicated than fate: If destiny led you away from home... why does every road seem to lead back to the king who waited? And when the truth behind an ancient prophecy emerges, you may have to choose between the bond fate gave you—or the man your heart has already chosen.

She was the woman who prayed for his safe journey while he planned hotel meetups. The woman who fought for household bills while he footed the tab for other women. The woman who stayed up worrying while he stayed up with someone else. Adaeze never imagined that the man she chose — not was forced to choose, but willingly, lovingly chose — would become the very source of her undoing. Twelve years of marriage, three children, one family business and a thousand unanswered prayers later, she finds herself staring at a phone screen, reading a message that was never meant for her eyes. But this is not just a story about infidelity. It is a story about a woman who lost herself slowly, quietly, in the business of loving a man who had long stopped choosing her. It is about the loneliness of a marriage that looks perfect from the outside. The exhaustion of fighting to be seen by someone who looks right through you. The moment a woman stops crying and starts thinking. It is about what happens when the woman who always stayed finally decides what she's worth. And it is about the man who only realises what he had — when it is already gone.

The day before I am supposed to move into a nursing home, my daughter-in-law, Emily Freeman, cancels the deposit I have already paid without my permission. "It's not easy for Ryan to earn money. Instead of helping us save money, you want to stay somewhere so expensive," Emily complains. I frown and explain that I paid with my own money. Her expression darkens as she rants, "Isn't your money our money? Besides, how much money can you possibly have? Didn't you get all of it from Ryan anyway? "You don't help take care of the kids or do any housework. Now, you're just bleeding us dry so that you can enjoy yourself!" My son, Ryan Pratt, sides with her and criticizes me as well. "Mom, this is such a waste of money. If you ask me, you might as well go to a senior community and get a bed there for ten dollars. Someone will still take care of you." I am so furious that I faint on the spot and am rushed to the hospital. With the refunded money, Ryan takes Emily and goes on vacation abroad with his in-laws. After being discharged, the first thing I do is put the apartment I once gave my son as a wedding gift up for sale with a real estate agent.

I was getting married—but I didn't tell my parents. It was my fifth wedding. The last four? Total disasters, thanks to them. Every time, they claimed something was "wrong" with the wedding car and somehow scared the guy off. First was my college boyfriend. We were solid—four years strong. My parents pushed for marriage... then ditched the idea on the big day because his car wasn't "fancy" enough. Second groom? My boss. He pulled up in a shiny new car they actually approved—until they didn't. Yanked me right out. Third time, they set me up with someone themselves. The guy brought ten cars to play it safe. Didn't matter. They shut it down before I even stepped outside. Fourth time? Same story. I kept wondering—what was so cursed about these cars? Why push me to get married, only to destroy it every single time? This year, I was trying again. Wedding number five. This time, I was pregnant—with the son of the country's richest man. I didn't tell my parents. Thought I'd finally outsmarted them. But just as I was about to get in the car... I saw them sprinting toward me.