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Back To The Past, Setting Him Free
My husband, the financial tycoon Martin Hawthorne, had a college sweetheart who suffered a mental breakdown. Lacey Davis couldn't accept that he was marrying me, so she fled town in a fit of despair. From then on, Martin was wracked with guilt over her, and our marriage devolved into a cold war between two people who despised each other. However, when the rival Prescott family orchestrated a "workplace accident" to kill me, Martin shoved me out of the path of a collapsing pile of rebar. The falling debris crushed him instead. As he lay dying in my arms, he whispered, "I saved your life. My debt to your father is paid. In our next life… let’s be strangers." "I'm done hating you," he murmured, his breath fading. "All I want is for you to be that carefree designer you used to be. Now… I can finally rest." And just like that, he was gone. After bankrupting the Prescott family in revenge, I chose to follow him in death. When I opened my eyes again, however, I was back at age twenty—the year of our engagement. I turned down my father’s arranged business marriage, opting instead to move to Seattle and take charge of our family's new real estate project. This time, I would keep my distance. I would let Martin and Lacey have their happiness. -
Reborn as My Mafia Ex’s Untouchable Love
On our tenth anniversary, I ran my car into my husband, Dante Falcone, and killed him. It all started years ago, when Dante and I were caught in the act. In the ten years of marriage that followed, we became the most notorious, cursed couple in the North American underworld. On the day of my mother’s burial, he brought his beloved Cameron to me and announced that she was pregnant. “Your mother is dead, Elara,” he sneered. “Perfect timing. You can be a ready-made Mamma.” “Her child,” he added, “will have to call you stepmom.” That night, I killed their child. In return, he dug up my mother’s grave and scattered her ashes to the wind. Reborn, I fled the continent on the very night that was meant to bind us in marriage. Seven years later, I came back. At a Falcone charity auction, I came face-to-face with him again. He was still the Falcone heir, as powerful and untouchable as ever. But he cornered me, his eyes bloodshot as he roared... “Elara, didn’t you dream of marrying me? Why did you run seven years ago?” In this life, it turned out I was his obsession—the one he loved but could never have. -
After leaving my ex-husband, I became the owner of a luxury brand.
After leaving my ex-husband, I became the owner of a luxury brand. Before marriage, I was a renowned designer. After marriage, outsiders hailed Gu Zhongnan and me as a model couple. I believed he would love me forever—until I discovered he frequented a massage and ear-cleaning parlour. It turned out he claimed I wasn't worthy of love, just a frumpy old hag; it turned out the mistress was already carrying his child; it turned out our daughter only complained that I restricted her, unlike Auntie Bai who granted her every whim. Ultimately, the happy life I pursued had long become a mirage, a dream unattainable. -
He Wrote Our Love, I Lost It Every Moon
Three years ago, the wolfsbane disaster erupted in the Shadow Forest, erasing all my memories. While protecting me, my fated mate, Lucius, the Alpha of the Shadowfire Pack, suffered catastrophic damage to his inner wolf, leaving his own power crippled. He was forced to give up his chance of becoming the strongest Alpha. He became my caretaker, watching over a patient who lost all her memories with every new moon. For three years, he wrote in a magic diary for me, telling me who he was and how much he loved me. After countless new moons, each time I lost my memory, I relied on this diary to reacquaint myself with him, only to fall in love all over again. In the years that followed, he built a billion-dollar empire. On another lucid night, I overheard people talking about his lavish celebration party. I felt the agonizing tear of our mate bond ripping apart, and I ran to find him, clutching the diary. But at the entrance of the banquet hall, I saw him holding another she-wolf's hand. They were announcing their upcoming bonding ceremony. I rushed onto the stage and, under his shocked gaze, frantically flipped through the diary. "Lucius… did I forget again? Isn't today our anniversary?" -
Her Vengeful Throne
I fell in love with my adoptive brother, Vincent. To help him claim the Don's throne in the Sicilian Mafia, I willingly became a hostage to his enemies. The day I left, he knelt before me. "I'll come back for you," he swore. "We'll have the biggest wedding this family has ever seen." Three years later, I came back, drenched in blood. He was the Don now. And another woman was on his arm. A fragile little thing. "Sophia," he said, his voice flat. "This is Elena. My fiancée." "But don't worry. You'll always be my sister." I was once Vincent's sharpest blade. I was never content to be just his sister. Everyone watched me with wary eyes, waiting for me to wreak havoc. I just smiled. "Congratulations, brother." I turned my back and married his mortal enemy. But on my wedding night, he and his men stormed into my room. "Sophia, choose. We die together tonight, or you leave with me." -
My husband,you cannot hold onto my ture heart.
My husband's father passed away. I managed the entire funeral arrangements alone. Yet I unexpectedly stumbled upon my husband having an affair with his stepmother, three years his senior. His fingers pinched her cheek as lust consumed him, leaning down to kiss her. In hushed whispers, I heard him say: "I shall inherit everything from my father—including you, stepmother." Witnessing it all from the corner, my heart grew cold. After enduring so much, I finally resolved to walk away. Later, my husband regretted it. He knelt, eyes red, begging my forgiveness. But reconciliation was impossible. Because he didn't know. My approach to him, my marriage to him, had never been born of deep love... -
My Husband’s Affair My Public Payback
This morning, my best friend Olivia and I were strolling through an art gallery in SoHo when I saw him—my husband, Liam, ever the picture of cool composure, emerging from a tattoo parlor. That evening, I discovered the small "S" tattooed on his wrist. I didn't confront him. Instead, I allowed a sly smile to touch my lips. At the charity gala the next day, I publicly announced a donation to build twelve community art centers, naming his company as the exclusive sponsor. Leaving him to foot the entire bill. My best friend, Olivia, even pulled an all-nighter to find me the best divorce lawyer in New York. With my career and my looks, a future is one thing I don't lack. -
He transplanted my skin, and I turned to wed his new Alpha.
He took my skin and gave it to another she-wolf. I am the pack's healer. My mate,in the hut next door, tended to another she-wolf as she gave birth. He kept me locked away. He declared my life belonged to that stray she-wolf. So I turned away and wed his sworn enemy. -
Forty Lies to Drown a Heart
I heard my boyfriend, Nathaniel Whitaker, had been in a car accident. I tore him from the wreckage with my bare hands. Only to find out the car was a prop. And the blood was fake. Then, I heard the laughter from the garage next door. "God, Emily's such an idiot. She fell for it again." Through the half-open garage door, I saw Nathaniel sprawled on the sofa. He was casually scrolling through his phone, completely unharmed. “This is the 37th time we’ve toyed with her. Three more and we’ll make it an even forty.” "She deserved it for stealing Sophia's internship." "Nathaniel never loved her. He just wanted revenge." I bent over, gasping for air. So, the love I had cherished for five years was nothing more than a game to them. -
Thunder's True Mate
Daisy thought her fated bond with Charles would free her from her cold family—until she’s framed by her stepmom and stepsister on her birthday, then dumped by her fiancé who asks her to be his mistress. Desperate, the legendary alpha Aaron appears out of nowhere, proposing to be her mate. Little does everyone know, this powerful wolf is the injured wolf she saved five years ago. From an outcast to Thunder Storm’s luna, Daisy rises through betrayal and revenge, while Aaron’s devotion is a love letter spanning time. -
Boyfriend's infidelity test....
Boyfriend39;s infidelity testTwo days before my wedding, my best friend, Chelsea, wanted me to test my fianc233;.She didn39;t believe that Shawn, with his playboy reputation, had really changed his ways.Her instincts were usually spot on, so I created a fake online profile and tried to flirt with him. -
When Alpha betrayed me, I feigned blindness.
When Alpha betrayed me, I pretended to be blind. The day my sight returned, I disappeared. I'd lost my eyesight saving Alpha Sawyer. He swore to the Moon Goddess he would be my eyes for life—that he would never leave my side. I worked closely with the pack healers, and when my vision finally cleared, I rushed back to our cabin, excited to tell him. But a searing pain shot through me as my wolf howled in anguish. There, in our cabin, I found Alpha Sawyer tangled in the sheets with his female Beta—lost in desire. Lost in the heat of the moment, he let out a low growl, whispering her name again and again. "Alpha Sawyer, I am your destined mate—not some… she-wolf who can no longer serve as Luna." "Just give me more time," was all he said. That night, a blizzard swept the woods. Choking down the pain of his betrayal, I fled the cabin, determined to leave the pack forever. I would return to the Silver Moon Pack in the south. And I prayed Alpha Sawyer would never find my trail again. -
The Blind Wife Who Sees Everything
Seven years ago, Ava Sutton lost her sight saving her future husband, Blake Covington, from an avalanche in Aspen. Seven years later, Blake had his mistress, Sienna, living under the same roof. Every night, after tucking Ava into bed, he would slip away to the other woman's room. Even their daughter, Maya, secretly called Sienna "Mom." What they didn't know was that Ava's sight had already returned. And she was planning her escape, ready to burn it all to the ground. -
The Consigliere's Secret Queen
A rival family set our world on fire. They stole every child from the school, including my Angela. My husband, Leo, promised to bring her back. Three hours later, he emerged from the chaos... with his mistress's daughter in his arms. "The negotiation failed. I only had time to save Crystal..." An explosion turned my daughter to ash. A falling beam shattered my spine, and I died. Until I woke up. Back at the beginning. This time, when he promised to save her, I smashed a glass of whiskey in his face and seized the encrypted phone. He failed our daughter once. I won't let him again. This time, I'm calling my brother. The Don of the Gallo family. -
When The Principessa Strikes Back
I was shopping on Fifth Avenue with my best friend this morning when I got a call from our family's tattoo artist. He hinted that my cold, ruthless mafia husband, Lester Falcone, had added new ink next to the sigil representing the union of our two families. That evening, I discovered the new mark—an iris—was the favorite flower of his new assistant, Bianca. She was even wearing one pinned to her lapel. I didn't lose my temper. Instead, I gave a knowing, predatory smile. I had my consigliere draw up the separation agreement and asked my best friend, Chloe, to keep tabs on Lester's movements. As a Principessa of the Moretti family, power is the one thing I've never lacked. -
Done Collecting Your Guilt Gifts
Every time my husband, Lorenzo, cheated on me, he would give me ownership of a casino. After four years of our arranged marriage, I owned ninety-nine casinos—one for each time I had silently endured his infidelity. Recently, he concluded a three-day "business negotiation." He brought back the deed to a new casino in Las Vegas—the 100th gift. In that moment, I knew. It was time to ask for a divorce. -
Every Breath, A Cruel Reminder
Four years ago, Rocco Corleone took a bullet for me. The shots to his legs nearly left him a cripple. He never knew I traded my body to the rival gang to save his life. That same year, he forced an abortion, shattered my family, and did it all just to make his childhood sweetheart laugh. Now, we’re at the family dinner. He walks in with her on his arm, her belly swollen with his child. "Who let the trash in?" His gaze cuts to me. Trash? Funny thing is, he should be calling me Donna Lucia. -
Prophecy Never Lies
The Pack's Seer once prophesied that my fated mate would betray me before the seventh full moon of our bond. Looking at Maddox Cain, who had eyes only for me, I couldn't help but scoff at the prophecy. Every wolf in the pack knew Maddox loved me enough to give up everything. When I caught a minor cold, he forfeited a rich territory that was his for the taking, just to stay by my side. When I was ambushed, he took a silver dagger straight through the arm for me without a second thought. My half-sister declared her love for him, even resorting to self-harm to pressure him, but he rejected her without hesitation and forced my father to exile her. But on the seventh anniversary of our bonding, I received an untraceable letter. After seeing its contents, I asked Maddox to sever our mate bond. -
Love Fades, But Feelings Linger
My little brother was in the end stages of kidney failure and urgently needed a transplant. I spent all the inheritance our parents left us to finally find a donor kidney. But my fiancé stole it to save his "pure love" instead. In my moment of despair, my childhood sweetheart Damien returned from overseas. He was a match and volunteered to donate his kidney to my brother. Sadly, the surgery was unsuccessful. My brother's life ended at just eighteen years old. To repay Damien for his kindness, I broke off my engagement and married him instead, vowing to take care of him for life. But seven years later, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my ex-fiancé and Damien. "Damien, you have to give me this project, or else... Tell me, how do you think Scarlett would react if she found out the man she's been devotedly caring for all these years as her savior actually caused her brother's death? Would she kill you, or herself?" -
The Eleventh Wedding's Ashes
When my fiancé, Liam Moretti, the most powerful Don in Chicago, canceled our wedding for his mistress, Scarlett, it was for the ninth time. I warned him, stone-faced, that if he canceled the tenth ceremony, I would honor the sworn marriage pact with the Falcone family. He scoffed. "Isabella, you gave me your heart. How could you possibly marry someone else?" "Besides, who would want to marry a sickly wreck like you?" On the day of our tenth attempt, Scarlett sent him a photo of a rival family's pier and made a bet: if he could seize it within an hour, she'd grace our wedding with her presence. Liam's face tightened at the photo. He ripped the family crest pin from his lapel and raced out the door. An hour later, Scarlett's social media feed updated. A photo of them kissing on the captured pier made the rounds among the major families of Chicago. The caption read: "A man who truly cares will move mountains for his woman." I silently removed my wedding gown and dialed a number I hadn't called in years. "Julian, the Falcone family's promise... does it still stand?" I could hear the barely suppressed excitement crackle in his voice. "The offer still stands. For you, Isabella, it's a lifetime offer."
