Your Queen Is Back, Surrender Now

Millie Caldwell fails to win Winston Greer's heart despite them being married for three years. They get married after a misunderstanding, and Millie goes back to being the princess of the Caldwell family.Her father asks, "When are you going to inherit my billions, sweetheart?"Her mother beams. "Be a designer like me! You're bound to become famous with me backing you up!"Her grandmother says sternly, "Mills has to take up medicine. Think about her prowess in the medical field—it'd be a waste not to use her skills!"Millie asks her grandfather, "What do you think, Grandpa?"He looks pleased. "How about we drink some tea and plant some flowers? You can enjoy your retirement before you're due for it."Millie thinks this is the best her life can get… until Winston latches onto her and refuses to let go."I regret everything, Mills." He holds her tightly after getting drunk. His eyes are red, and he chokes up as he says, "Can you call me your husband just one more time?"Millie smiles. "Have some shame, jerkface."Jerkface says, "Being shamed means nothing compared to having you as my wife."

Betrayed. Abandoned. And Avenged with Triumph. When I married Damian Carter, I believed in forever. In loyalty. In love that withstands time, success, and hardship. I was the woman who stood beside him when he was nothing, who helped him build his empire, who sacrificed everything so he could become the man he always wanted to be. And when he finally got there—when he was rich, powerful, untouchable—he threw me away like last night’s mistake. He didn’t just cheat. He rewrote our story, twisting the truth until I was nothing more than a pathetic, useless wife clinging to his fortune. The world believed him. My own family doubted me. I lost everything. But they were all wrong about me. I didn’t break. I didn’t shatter. I rebuilt. With the help of a man who saw me for who I really was, I built my own empire. I exposed Damian’s secrets, stripped away his power, and took back everything they said I never could. And when he came crawling back, whispering apologies, asking for another chance—his voice trembling with regret—I simply smiled. Because I wasn’t that woman anymore. And more than that, I had finally found a man who never needed to lose me to understand my worth.

The mysterious rich boy was hell-bent on making Dalia his girl. He gave her a taste... A taste of happiness. A taste of love. A taste of life. He made a fearless Dalia fear, a careless Dalia care, a hopeless Dalia hope. Against her better judgment, against her own intuition, she wanted this man, body and soul. But the moment Dalia began to let her guard down, believing life wasn't so much of a bitch after all, that taste, that sweet nectar, turned bitter on her tongue.

There were ups and downs throughout Aiden and Sabrina’s relationship; the last was their parents’ consent. Although they won all that fight, will Sabrina and Aiden overcome the obstacles that will break Sabrina’s heart? Is love capable of healing Sabrina’s wounds as she seeks retribution against Aiden’s family? Would it be possible to experience sweeter love the second time around? Do Sabrina and Aiden have what it takes to get back into each other’s arms? An ending that you don’t want to miss!

Rejected? Check. Cursed at birth? Double check. Mated to the brooding, bossy Alpha King who had abs to die for? Oh, absolutely. They thought she was nothing—just a weak, wolfless girl tossed aside by fate. But fate has a wicked sense of humor. Turns out, she’s the Chosen One. The girl in the scrolls. The spark that’ll either burn the kingdom down or build it anew. With ancient magic awakening in her blood and a crown practically begging to sit on her head, she’s no longer the broken girl they left behind. Now she’s back. Stronger. Deadlier. And absolutely done playing nice. The Alpha King wants her. The realm needs her. And the ones who cursed her? Better start running. Because the Queen has arrived—and she brought attitude.

He didn't expect to see her again, an encounter that ignited his love and desires for her; She didn't expect to meet him sooner —an encounter that ignited her hunger for revenge and a twisted desire. ****** He pushed me against the wall, "End the contract with my boss! You are playing with fire Victoria!" He roars. I remain unfazed; this is just the tip of the iceberg, and there is more to come. How I wish he could read the handwriting on the wall, he should be more scared of me, not his boss. "Dear ex-husband, are you jealous that I'm with your boss or is it something else?" I challenge him, a mysterious smile playing on the tip of my lips. His eyes blaze with fury, swiftly pinning me against the wall, his breath fanning my ear, sending shockwaves of pleasure despite the situation. "You know nothing; if you are aiming for revenge, then do it openly!" My gaze meets his, "You don't know what is coming for you, Brad; it is far more than you can fathom."I gave him a sinister smile which made him go crazy. "Fine, I admit I was wrong; I shouldn't have done that to you; I shouldn't have abandoned our love and made you sign those papers, but I did that for you!" Came his outburst. "I...I did that to protect you... because I love you... because I don't want to lose you." He cupped my face tenderly, his hands shaking against my skin; I stood still, dumbfounded. "protection from what?" I choked at my question because I knew whatever the reason may be, it might already be too late. This has gone beyond love—the thirst for revenge and duty is at stake now. Will love be given a chance again?

In my past life, my mother kept matchmaking me with a man with violence issues. After being subject to domestic violence, I tearfully called my mother and asked for help. However, she didn't do anything. Ultimately, I died from his violence while pregnant with his child. After I was reborn, my mother ended up being the one to marry him. This delighted me. She had no idea that he had AIDS!

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."

She had been blamed and rebuked; she had lost and been betrayed; she had tried to figure out who she was but instead got trampled upon. Roseline spent her poor childhood life in pain, distress, and hardship, even at the hands of her own father. But she stepped back, not giving up on herself. Lucian is a rich, cursed playboy of the Desmonds who had up to thirty girlfriends and, surprisingly, was catering to their needs. He met Roseline, who never liked him from the start and has been trying every possible way to avoid him. Lucian had been cursed by this same Roseline when they were both kids. But why do they have to meet again, fall in love, and also try to exchange destinies?

"You were just a tool, Imogene." Her heart stopped. "And I was foolish enough to believe you cared." *** Imogene Scott had always known her place—by Damien Shaw’s side, even when his love was a distant dream. Marrying her only because of an unexpected pregnancy, Damien’s affection never blossomed. Instead, her devotion turned him from a mere sales manager into the billionaire CEO of IMU, one of Europe’s most powerful tech empires. But her sacrifices weren’t enough. After losing their baby, Damien’s coldness deepened, sealing their marriage with an unspoken “no meddling” rule. Imogene’s reward? Watching Damien parade countless mistresses, all while she buried her own dreams to fuel his. She believed, naively, that one day he’d see her worth. But when he fell in love with her stepsister and served her with divorce papers, Imogene’s world shattered. Realizing she was nothing more than a pawn in Damien’s game, she vanished—pregnant and determined to protect her unborn child. Three years later, Imogene returns, not as the broken woman who fled but as a renowned artist and mother to their two-year-old daughter. Now, Damien realizes what he’s lost and wants her back. But this time, Imogene is ready to fight, and she’s not making the same mistake twice.