Yesterday Once More By The Carpenters

They said I was beautiful — but not real. That my smile was perfect — but my past made me broken. I spent years trying to prove I was more than the girl who changed her face to survive the world’s cruelty. I married Julian Vale, believing love would finally see me. I called Serena Blake my sister, trusting her more than my own reflection. And when my world collapsed under secrets, silence, and the weight of never being enough — I disappeared. Then I opened my eyes… Ten years earlier. Before the surgery. Before the vows. Before I forgot who I was beneath the makeup and the mask of confidence. This time, I don’t need to be fixed. This time, I don’t need to be forgiven. I remember every lie. Every betrayal. Every time I silenced my voice to keep the peace. So I’m not here to win back love. I’m not here to punish the past. I’m here to become the woman I was always meant to be — unedited, unafraid, and finally, completely seen. I was more than pretty. This time, I’ll live like I believe it.

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.

I had moved out of our house, but my boyfriend—the one I had given up everything to run away with—had no idea. Neither did his possessive younger brother, the one who used to knock on my door calling for me. My boyfriend's first love had taken up all their attention. They no longer listened when I played the piano. They even forgot about my cat fur allergy and brought that woman's cat home. My boyfriend, Ian Blake, had snapped, "If anyone's leaving, it's you. There's no way Eva's cat is going anywhere." His brother, Sebastian, had said, "Sienna, Eva is my girlfriend. How could I give up her cat for you?" When I woke up in the hospital after going into anaphylactic shock from my allergy, I decided to leave them. Back home, I made my first call to my mother. "Mom, I'm ready to accept the arranged marriage."

My husband and I spend 50 loving years together. On the day of our golden wedding anniversary, someone pushes me down a flight of stairs. As I drift in and out of consciousness, I miraculously regain my hearing. I lost it in the process of saving my husband when we were younger. I hear my husband say to my son, "You shouldn't have dirtied your hands." "How long more are you going to put up with her, Dad? Calista doesn't have much longer to wait." My husband sighs heavily. After a moment, I feel someone remove my oxygen tube. I descend into boundless darkness. When I open my eyes again, I've been taken back to the 80s—before I married my husband. The only difference is that I can hear this time.

Elena Cortez is the daughter of a billionaire and the other twin who is not looked upon as the best because of her size. She finally finds love in the arms of Diego Perez and marries him. Diego sees Elena as a lucky ticket to getting his hands on her family’s business. Lorenzo Martinez is the best friend of Diego and the love interest of Eloisa, the twin of Elena, but he has feelings for his best friend’s wife and can’t get her out of his head. What happens when Elena spends one drunk, frustrated night with Lorenzo Martinez, her husband’s best friend and the love interest of her dear twin, Eloisa, and Lorenzo is unwilling to let go because he claims to have fallen in love with her.

Noami grew up with an abusive mother, and so when she turned 18, she decided to hunt her ex-stepfather down as he was the only one who ever truly cared about her. She absolutely adores him, and he adores her right back. Can their love survive, albeit changed a drunken reunion, bullies from the past, and unwanted suitors? Or will everything they face tear them apart when they just found each other again? Or will his money play a part in his demise? I tilted my head back as I fell against his chest and he immediately lowered his head to press his lips against mine. Oh, God! Not again. This was bad. I needed to pull away. Why wasn’t I pulling away? Why was I opening my mouth so he could deepen the kiss? And why were my hands going under his shirt to stroke along his muscles? Fuck! I closed my eyes as I leaned against him, enjoying the kiss more than I should. When he finally pulled away, I looked up at him mesmerized by our kiss for the second time. He grinned down at me as his eyes danced merrily. “So, were you serious about what you said?” he asked huskily, confusing me. “What did I say?” I replied. His hands moved down my body until his hands were gripping my ass. “You said you were going to let me have you.” When my mouth dropped open in shock, he groaned. “Or we can start with that if you prefer.” I snapped my mouth shut when what he meant registered in my head. “Oh, God!” He chuckled as he pulled me up his body a little so that I could feel his erection. “Say yes and I’ll make you scream that.” “I-I…yes."

Maria, a girl from Eastwood city in New Orleans with a crescent moon shaped mark on her forehead carries the burden of being Luna to a pack that hates, rejects and seeks to annihilate her. It all begins during the time when packs from other states moves into Eastwood to dominate the metropolis. Maria draws the strategy that her pack would use to fight against their rivals and it leads to the great massacre of her mate, who is the pack's alpha along with several others. Now, she is on the run because the pack blames her for his death which happened when he tried to save her. They do not honor her because she is a Luna whose family line has been cursed and it is believed to fall upon those who protect her. What happens when a new Alpha, Dane decides to spare her life? What does he want from a rejected Luna? Wouldn’t it be considered a sinful thing if this new alpha is her ex-mate’s brother?

Kehidupan yang bergelimangan harta, Keluarga yang hangat, Pertemanan yang menyenangkan, Pernikahan yang menjadi impian setiap orang, benar-benar seperti hidup di negeri dongeng. Namun bagaimana jika itu semua adalah hal yang dapat membuatmu mengalami kesedihan berkepanjangan? Kisah ini benar-benar dimulai dengan awal yang manis, lebih dari rasa manis itu sendiri, sampai-sampai membuatnya terasa seperti pemanis buatan. Kalian tahu pemanis buatan kan?, itu dapat terasa sangat manis. Tapi dampak yang dirasakan tak menjamin rasa manis itu sendiri.

A tragic love story of a happily married couple; when Nicholas lost his memory due to an accident at work, Reign does all she can to help him remember who is she. But it isn't so easy, because his family and a controlling ex try all they can to keep the two apart. Can Reign help Nicholas remember?

I am an anonymous writer with a famous model twin sister. My life is consistent, normal, nothing is really special about it. But one time, my twin sister asked me to pretend as 'her' in a particular school field trip, where people are not fully aware about me, her hidden twin sister. I was ready to reject it, until she broke in tears, and that's my ultimate weakness. I don't know if I was out of my mind, or I was simply being a good sister that I accepted the favor. I went in a field trip in her behalf . . . but she didn't tell me I'll be meeting her boyfriend! Third Montecarlo, the man who never knew I exist, and the man I always loved.