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Beg To Be Lover

Beg To Be Lover

"You didn't remember your name, little kitten?" the man with hazel eyes asked me that. I was lying on the bed and he was leaning on me so I could clearly see his beautiful features. His face is also close to mine. He had a square face that fit his undercut hair with a mix blonde and black color. His beautiful hazel eyes are so cold and blank. His long pointy nose, and his naturally reddish lips that are partly a bit. He's such a beautiful man but he doesn't have any facial expression, an emotionless guy. However, I can still feel my heart beating fast and his dark aura still gives me shivers. "Answer me, kitten," he complained that his voice was cold as ice but very husky. I close my eyes when I feel his gentle caressing my cheek. I feel an electric voltage coming from his hot palm. I was flattered when I remembered something. He is... This guy looks like... "Xenus..." I uttered his name and for the first time, I could read his emotions, shocked. "How about your name, hmm?" he asked me again. I shook my head because I can't even remember my name. How come that I forgot the most important things in my life? My name...and a blank memories... “You are Cashren Jhed Lindbergh, the beloved wife of Xenus Maicodel Levanna-Lindbergh. My kitten, you just woke up today after the comatose state. Welcome home, love,” he whispered as he sealed me with a kiss. But he's fake... He told me that we are married. That we both got married because we love each other. I trusted too much because I believed that he was my husband even though I only remember a few things about him. But as the days pass and the year draws to a close, I gradually remember my past that he intended not to remind me of. He just used me...he just made me a...judgment... He also made me believe that he loved me very much but that was not the truth for the past four years. He's been in love with someone else and that's what I can't accept too much. He lied to me... I gave my trust and myself to him because I thought he was real but he wasn't. When I woke up from comatose, and after my therapy... She got me pregnant right away. We gave birth to twins but while he was missing from the mansion, he went to see his woman and that woman was legally adaptive to my children. Xenus meant it, because he was a heartless. I fell to the floor because I felt intense pain in my senses again. I've been suffering from my migraine but he didn't even know my situation. "Jhed!" I was relieved when I heard his voice and I immediately felt his presence enveloping me. He grabbed my arm but I quickly struggled. "Don't touch me!" I hissed him. "What... What happened?" he asked me worriedly. Even though I really see that I will not affect him anymore. “My love...” “Stop calling me that, Lindbergh. I'm not your love. It's Margaret," I said emphatically and he cupped my face. I hit his shoulder only for him to let me go. "Jhed, you're my love... I love you," he said and firmly kissed my senses but I hit his chest. “Stop! I don't want... I don't want to be with you anymore because I'm not you... You're not my real wife! I will still be back. I will return to where I came from...” "You... You're going to leave me, us?" How about them, our kids, Jhed?” he asked me. “Even if I wanted to include them...you know that's not possible! Because I am not their legal mother, even though I am the twins' biological mother! You are so... You are so heartless, Lindbergh... That's why stop pretending that you cared for me!” "That's not true, love..." "I'm leaving. You will take care of them. After all...the girl you love is already there," I said calmly and gathered all my strength to push her away from me. I stood up and walked towards the door. I can't be with the man who cheated on me anymore, no matter how much I love him, it's still irrelevant. He hurt me too much. "You're not going somewhere, my kitten," he said coldly and I was even more shocked when he quickly faced me. He effortlessly slung me over his shoulder and threw me on our bed. I was about to get up but he quickly passed me. My eyes widened when he tore my dress and planted a firm kiss on my lips, covering my left breast with one of his palms. My tears immediately flowed because of what I thought he would do to me. “Stop it... Stop doing this, Xenus!” I shouted and tried to move my face away from him. He ignored me. He quickly removed his necktie and tied it around both of my wrists, which were above my head. "My love... You can't go... You can't leave me like this... You know that I'm in love with you... You are mine... Mine, alone... I'm the only one...I'm the only one you should know as your husband..." he said coldly but there was tenderness in it. There is still tenderness in his voice. What he told me today was true but I tried to ignore it. "This is... Stop it, Xenus..." I warned him. He separated both my legs and because he had given me his full weight I could not move anymore. I don't have the
The Billionaire's Ego: My Ruthless Divorce

The Billionaire's Ego: My Ruthless Divorce

I had been a "decoration piece" for Kenton Parker for three years, a contract wife bought to pay off my father's gambling debts. I lived in a cold penthouse, making his coffee and answering his phones, while he treated me with the clinical indifference of a stranger. On our third anniversary, I waited alone at the city's most exclusive restaurant, only to see a news alert flash on my phone. Kenton wasn't coming. He was caught on camera at a hospital, looking at his "friend," ballerina Blanca Donovan, with a raw, frantic worry he had never once shown me, not even when I fell down a flight of stairs. I finally snapped and filed for divorce, citing his "irreversible erectile dysfunction" just to destroy his massive ego. I thought I was free, but Kenton retaliated with a cruelty that left me breathless. He froze every bank account I owned and had his secretary smash the last photo I had of my mother. He reminded me of the five-million-dollar penalty in my contract-money I didn't have. "You don't get to leave until I say so," he roared, dragging me into his office. He used my father's life as a leash, forcing me to play the part of a doting wife at his family's Hamptons estate to please his sick mother. He wanted to starve me out until I crawled back to his side. I couldn't understand how a man could be so heartless. He didn't want my heart, yet he refused to let me go, treating my life like a line item in a corporate merger. He wanted to keep me as his prisoner while he spent his nights with another woman. But Kenton made one fatal mistake. He thought I was just a broke, submissive secretary with nowhere to turn. He didn't know that I was "Vee," a world-renowned art restorer with a secret legacy and a six-figure commission waiting for me. As we shared a bed in the Hamptons and he pulled me against his chest, whispering that I was "his," I didn't feel comfort. I felt the cold, hard spark of a woman who was finally ready to burn his contract to the ground.
Unbroken; A Road to Forever

Unbroken; A Road to Forever

Unbroken: A Road to Forever Military Romance • Powerful Heroine • Chronic‑illness Awareness Alia Edrees has spent her life beating the odds. Born with sickle‑cell disease in a Nigerian barracks, she fights pain with textbooks and turns every crisis into fuel for her dream of becoming a pharmacist. Love? That has always felt like a luxury people with her condition aren't allowed to want. Then Lieutenant Jamal Ibrahim marches into her orbit-disciplined, decorated, and impossibly devoted. For three patient years he stands guard at the edges of her world, refusing to let her illness-or her fear-frighten him away. When he finally kneels in full dress uniform and slips a sapphire ring onto her finger, Alia dares to believe she can have both purpose and passion. But the battlefield isn't the only place where bullets fly. Medical setbacks, brutal academic quotas, and Jamal's sudden high‑risk deployment threaten to shatter the fragile peace they've built. Gossip swirls on campus, family expectations tighten, and a single betrayal could turn "forever" into a farewell. In a sweeping romance packed with midnight study sessions, rooftop dates under African starlight, and heart‑pounding moments at the front lines, Unbroken explores: • Girl‑Power Resilience: A heroine who refuses to be defined-or limited-by chronic illness. • Protective Soldier / Sunshine Scholar: An all‑in alpha who softens only for the woman he loves. • Found Family & Barracks Brotherhood: Cadet camaraderie and fierce parental love. • Slow‑Burn Heat → Explosive Chemistry: PG‑16 intimacy that walks the edge of desire. • Real‑World Advocacy: Honest portrayal of sickle‑cell battles, prejudice, and triumph. Will Alia's iron will and Jamal's unwavering heart be enough to survive distance, danger, and one devastating secret? Or will the strongest love they've ever known break under the weight of a world that keeps testing their limits? One promise, one mission, one unbreakable road. "Love me like time doesn't matter."
My Husband's Secret Journal

My Husband's Secret Journal

I was Olivia Miller, a New York socialite trapped in a cold, arranged marriage to Ethan Cole, a man I utterly despised. My indifference turned to cruel disdain at a charity gala, where I mocked him as he was drugged. His quiet suffering and eventual death, ironically, came after he selflessly saved my family's company. Only then, grief-stricken by a car crash, did I discover his secret journal, a heartbreaking revelation of his hidden, unwavering love for me. I woke up years earlier, back at that same gala – a second chance! But Ethan, too, remembered my past cruelty. He was cold, distant, and brought a doppelgänger into our home, showering her with affection to punish me. He relentlessly pursued a divorce, making me experience the crushing agony of rejection I'd once inflicted. Why had fate granted me a do-over, only for him to hate me so fiercely? My desperate pleas for forgiveness fell on deaf ears. I finally understood his pain, but his indifference was an insurmountable wall. The bitter irony consumed me: I finally loved him, but he wanted me gone. I eventually died again, tragically sacrificing myself for my family’s name. Yet, death wasn't the end. I woke up *again*, five years before our arranged marriage, armed with foresight. This time, my mission is clear: save my family, dismantle the threats to our legacy, and, maybe, just maybe, reclaim the heart of the man whose memories of me are forever tainted.
The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge

The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge

The first sign was a text message glowing on Liam' s phone screen. "I miss you. When can I see you again?" it read, from a woman named Sarah. I was sitting on the edge of our bed, waiting for him, clutching the phone that held a history of his secret intimacy. When he walked out of the shower, naked save for the towel around his hips, I didn' t scream. I just held up the phone and said, "Her or me, Liam." He chose me, deleted her number, and swore it was a mistake. But the silence in our penthouse grew louder, his touch became a habit, and his eyes looked through me, not at me. I felt myself disappearing, desperate and pathetic, despite being the heiress to a real estate empire. So, I proposed to him, clutching at a phantom hope at a charity gala, only for his forced "Okay, Ava. Let' s get married" to ring hollow. The wedding preparations were a blur of my efforts, conspicuously absent of him. My friends and family saw the pity in my eyes, but I pushed on, convinced the vows would banish Sarah' s ghost. Then, on our painfully beautiful wedding day, as the officiant prepared to pronounce us, a small voice cut through the air. "Daddy?" A little girl, no more than five, stood at the aisle's entrance, huge tearful eyes fixed on Liam. His face went ashen. He dropped my hands as if burned, turned, and ran-away from me, our vows, everything-scooping the little girl into his arms. Sarah stood behind her, a triumphant, sorrowful look on her face. He abandoned me at the altar, humiliating me for the world to see. Deep down, a cold clarity told me this was always a possibility, and I was not unprepared. Taking the microphone, I announced, "The groom has a prior commitment. Enjoy the food. Consider it a celebration of my newfound freedom." I ordered security and called my lawyer. They had robbed me of my dignity, but I wouldn't let them rewrite my story. It was time to fight back.
The End Of Us

The End Of Us

Their love is very beautiful, All the days are the best for them... Since they had each other. Samantha Cruz and Ryan Erwin. They are two incompatible souls that met and slowly got attracted to each other and then, fell in love even after facing opposition from each other family. The burning desire between them would never let them split apart no matter what. They overcome all odds and were about to get married when, "A secret surfaced!" A secret that should never be known, no matter what! A secret that shook up the whole family, A secret that eventually split them apart, A secret then turned their four years of love into total hatred.... What's that secret? Samantha was born a princess, her younger days were spent in abundance wealth but, what happened when she lose her father at a very young age loosing all their wealth? Her father didn't just passed away but, he was murdered in cold blood. She was left alone with her mother and kid sis in the lonely world. No matter how she tried, she could never forget seeing her father laying in a pool of his own blood with a huge and wide cut on his neck. That had always tormented her and she vowed to take revenge no matter how long it takes. Her hardened and vengeful heart got softened and, she almost forgot her revenge when she met Ryan Cruz. She was so happy with him and the vengeful spirit slowly faded away from her. However, After three years of neglecting her father murder case, the true killer came to light. A killer she never expected! A killer that she had hoped never to be true. The killer turned her melted heart back to a rock and, the door to her heart got shut again! Who is the killer? What does that have to do with Ryan Cruz? What will happen to their broken relationship? Will they stay enemy forever despite their undiluted love for each other? The mystery stays unknown!