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The Dying Wedding Planner

The Dying Wedding Planner

Ash Miller, a celebrated wedding planner, wove magic for countless couples, but her own dream-a meticulously crafted vintage garden wedding with Ethan-remained just a plan after seven years. Unbeknownst to him, this unfulfilled dream was cloaked in a far more chilling reality: a secret, advanced breast cancer diagnosis, gnawing at her life and her hope. Then, at the very New England estate she'd chosen for her vows, Ash witnessed a scene that stopped her heart: Ethan, her Ethan, standing under their sacred oak, reciting vows not to her, but to a radiant Chloe, clad in white. He brushed off Ash's stunned presence with a casual wave, then shockingly handed over her entire five-year wedding design-every detail, every flower, every cherished vintage touch-to Chloe, dismissing it as "just a client." As Ash, heartbroken and physically ailing, watched her stolen dream unfold, the final, brutal blow landed: a sparkling Tiffany solitaire on Chloe's left hand, paired with whispered rumors that Chloe was Ethan' s "great lost love." Her meticulously planned future, her fragile hope, and her hidden battle against a terminal illness were all laid bare and trampled. The agony wasn't just in the betrayal of her love, but the realization that her life' s most profound moments, her final wishes, had been pilfered and handed to a stranger, all while her partner remained blind to her suffering, her impending end. How could the man she loved so deeply, the one she was dying to marry, be so heartlessly cruel, so utterly oblivious? With nothing left but the gnawing pain of a dying body and a shattered soul, Ash took her first, decisive step toward reclaiming her last moments, walking out of his life and leaving him behind to confront a devastating truth far more terrible than any infidelity.
Scandal, Love, and Redemption

Scandal, Love, and Redemption

I' ve loved Liam O' Connell since I was sixteen, a secret crush that deepened into an all-consuming love for my deceased brother Jake' s best friend. For eight long years, he saw me as nothing more than Jake' s kid sister, a responsibility he honored by keeping me at arm' s length, even when my heart ached for more. He gave me his "blessing" when I, heartbroken and exhausted, agreed to marry Ethan-a kind, safe man I hoped would help me finally move on. But then Jake' s hidden journal surfaced, revealing the truth: my brother hadn' t wanted Liam to push me away; he' d wanted us together. Liam' s noble sacrifice was a lie he' d told himself, and me, for a decade. Just as I tried to build a new life, Liam came back, sweeping in with desperate confessions and grand gestures, pulling me back into the chaos I' d tried so hard to escape. Then Olivia, his conniving business partner, arrived, flaunting their "relationship" like a weapon and brutally sabotaging everything I built. I watched as my dreams, my carefully constructed peace, and my deepest desires were twisted into a public scandal, fueled by the very man I couldn' t stop loving. The betrayal, the public humiliation, and the sheer audacity of it all left me fuming, trapped in a nightmare of his making. But I refused to be a victim any longer. This wasn't just about my broken heart; it was about reclaiming my life, my passion, and proving to him-and to myself-that I was no longer a girl to be protected, but a force to be reckoned with.
A lifetime worth of love

A lifetime worth of love

When Emily's little brother falls ill, and suffers a severe heart attack, Emily has to work 2 jobs to foot the medical bills and cater for her family. With her father dead, she has just her mom and her 2 siblings as her only family left, now one of her loved ones is suffering from the same attack that killed her father. She's on the search for a third job since her brother will have to undergo surgery. * * * * Young, arrogant and strikingly handsome Zach Mills has two years to find a wife for himself to inherit his grandfather's business. Everyone sees him as nothing but a rude CEO and straight forward businessman who has no love in him. But deep down, Zach possesses a special love which he has and shares with his family and his daughter, especially. But in order for him to inherit the family business, he'll have to find a woman and marry as soon as possible, else he'd lose his right to the family business * * * * Emily can't handle Zach's attitude, and after their first meeting, they link up and now he's asking her to sign a contract marriage at the expense of her brother's treatment being covered by him. Now she has to make the tough choice of signing a contract Marriage with a man she has only met once in her life or her brother being brought back to his perfect health. Will two years be enough for the two to understand their differences and live a life filled with love? To Emily, it's just two years, enough for her to enter the marriage and come out unscathed with her little brother hale and hearty, or so she thought?.
His Chosen Bride

His Chosen Bride

The waves roared like restless beasts, clawing at the jagged rocks beneath Gabriella's feet. Her fingers were stained with paint, the last remnants of the sunset she'd tried to capture before the storm rolled in. Now, the canvas lay forgotten in the sand, the wind tearing at its edges. She wasn't thinking about art anymore. She was thinking about him. "Stay still," Gabriella hissed, pressing harder against the wound on his side. Blood soaked through her scarf, dark and warm, and she swallowed the panic rising in her throat. The young man beneath her winced but didn't push her away. His eyes-dark as midnight and just as dangerous-locked on hers. "Why?" His voice was hoarse, as if he'd swallowed saltwater and fire. "I should've let you drown," she snapped, but her hands didn't stop working. "And you? Why did you to come washed up on the shore half-dead, bleeding like this? What did you do?" He didn't answer. Instead, he gave her a smile that made her heart stumble-sharp, wolfish, and entirely out of place for someone so broken. "I was running," he said. "From what?" His smile faltered, and for the first time, Gabriella saw the fear in his eyes. Not the kind born of pain, but something deeper. Older. "Everything." Lightning split the sky, and for a breathless moment, the world burned silver. Gabriella saw the marks then-the faint shimmer of scales along his ribs, like moonlight trapped under his skin. She froze. "What... are you?" The man's lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, he reached up and caught her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. "You can't tell anyone." Gabriella's pulse thundered. He wasn't human. Whatever he was, she should've run. Instead, she tightened her hold on him. "Who said I was planning to?" Their eyes locked, and despite the storm and the blood and the impossible truth unraveling between them, Gabriella felt the strangest pull-like the tide dragging her out to sea. And then he whispered his name. "Arik." It shouldn't have meant anything. But it did. And as the storm howled and the waves rose higher, Gabriella knew her world had just shifted. Permanently. Little did she know, it was only the beginning. ♤◇♤◇♤◇♤◇ In a world where legends rise from the depths and betrayal runs deeper than the sea, love can be the most dangerous tide of all. Sixteen-year-old Gabriella is a gifted painter, content with her quiet life by the shore-until the night she saves a mysterious, masked, dying stranger. Arik is dark, alluring, and more trouble than she's ever known. But as their worlds collide, Gabriella learns the truth: Arik is no ordinary man. He's a prince-and a merman-fleeing a deadly betrothal to a monster's daughter. Their forbidden romance ignites like wildfire, but court intrigue, ancient magic, and a vengeful enemy threaten to tear them apart. When Arik breaks his promise and doesn't return , Gabriella is left shattered, her love turning to ice-cold hatred. Now bound to a sinister force with her own dark agenda, Gabriella must decide whether to fight for the boy who broke her heart-or destroy him. As secrets unravel and tides turn, Gabriella and Arik must face the ultimate question: Is their love strong enough to conquer the depths-or will it drown beneath the waves?
HER LOVE BETWEEN LUXURY AND DANGER

HER LOVE BETWEEN LUXURY AND DANGER

When survival is all you know, love feels like a luxury you can't afford.Evelyn Adesua doesn't dream of romance,she dreams of making it through another day. Between her market shifts, cleaning jobs, and caring for her sick mother, there's no room in her life for love. But fate has other plans.Rico Blaze, the city's most feared gangster, sees her courage in a moment of chaos and becomes obsessed. Leonardo Sterling, a ruthless billionaire CEO, meets her gaze across his office tower and feels something he's never felt before(desire mixed with fascination).Two powerful men. One struggling girl. Both fall for her at first sight.When they confess their feelings, Eve rejects them both. She has no time for hearts and flowers when bills are piling up and her mother's health is failing. But desperation makes people do desperate things. When Leo's cunning grandmother offers to save her mother's life in exchange for marriage, Eve is trapped into becoming Mrs. Sterling(a title that comes with a price tag written in tears).The Sterling mansion isn't a home; it's a battlefield. Leo's family wages war against the "poor girl" who dared enter their world, while Eve struggles to survive their cruelty and her own resentment toward the husband she never wanted. But when she gives birth to his twins(a boy and a girl)everything changes.Love grows in the most unexpected places. Leo discovers the torture his wife endured and unleashes his fury on those who hurt her. His redemption isn't quick or easy, but it's real. And Eve? She learns that sometimes the heart you closed off is the one that needed opening most.From poverty to power. From forced vows to chosen love. From survival to truly living.This is the story of a woman who refused to be broken, two men who wanted to save her, and the billionaire who learned that earning love is harder and more beautiful than buying it.
Aethelgard's Divorce

Aethelgard's Divorce

The divorce papers felt heavy in my hands, a final weight after three years. I had sacrificed everything to be the perfect wife to Liam Hayes, a genius in game design but a recluse crippled by anxiety. I was his shield, his planner, his entire support system, ensuring every detail of his life was seamless so he could create. But at the launch party for his groundbreaking new game, "Aethelgard's Echo," he took the stage and thanked his "muse," Olivia, the graphic designer. He beamed at her, she blew him a kiss, and I, his wife, stood frozen in the wings, my name never mentioned. Three years of sleepless nights, managing his panic attacks, and organizing his entire life were erased in that single spotlight. He didn't just forget me; he publicly replaced me, reducing me to nothing more than hired help. My face burned with a fresh wave of humiliation as whispers and pitying glances followed me. I walked out, and no one, especially not Liam, even noticed I was gone. I had become Eleanor Hayes, the wife of a genius, but I had lost Eleanor Vance, the architect, the person I was supposed to be. My decision was made: I needed to be free. Yet, when I presented Liam with the divorce papers, expecting relief, he refused to sign. He looked at me with raw, pure panic, not love or affection, but the desperate fear of losing his unpaid, live-in assistant, his "system." My anger snapped, but even as he violently punched a wall, breaking his hand, my conditioned reflex was to care for him. The final, brutal blow came later when I saw him treat Olivia's tiny paper cut with more care and tenderness than he had ever shown my own shattered heart. That was it. The last chord of hope, the final flicker of duty, snapped. No longer would I be his punching bag; no longer would I be invisible. I packed the single, worn suitcase I had arrived with three years ago. I was leaving, and this time, I wasn't coming back.