Romance Books for Women
Bestsellers Ongoing Completed
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Claimed by Two Brothers
Our grandfather had always been a strange man, but what he did before his death shook my brother's and my world to its core. Stas had already come to terms with the fact that the entire inheritance would go to me as the older one. But the will changed everything-our lives, our bond, our closeness as brothers. The family business and property would go to the one of us who married the granddaughter of our grandfather's best friend-the small, awkward, unattractive girl who had been pushed on us our entire lives. The old men had long dreamed of becoming family, and when they failed to earn our sympathy, they chose a far more twisted solution. Back then, we couldn't even imagine that the ugly duckling would one day turn into a swan... or that our rivalry for the business would fade into the background./0/85460/coverorgin.jpg?v=9fe86ece6df8bb24568d0ea239d4eb1b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Stolen Art, His Broken Promises
The gallery was my dream, my soul poured onto vibrant canvases. My fiancé, Mark, stood by my side, whispering promises of our future, of a life built on art and love. Then came the searing pain, a blinding agony that stole my breath and sent me crashing to the cold, hard floor. My hands came away wet and red, and the world blurred around the edges. I woke in a hospital bed, the pain a dull throb. Two voices drifted from the hallway, sharp and urgent: Mark and Chloe, my best friend. "Did you get the portfolio? The final design?" Mark' s cold voice cut through my haze. "Yes, of course," Chloe replied, pride lacing her tone. "My gallery opening will be the talk of the town. No one will even remember Ava's little project." My heart froze. Her gallery, my designs. Then Mark added, "Just make sure no one connects this back to you. It needs to look like a random mugging." This wasn' t a random mugging. This was planned by the man I was supposed to marry, the man who had held me just last night. A new, deeper pain ripped through me, and a nurse rushed in, her face a mask of concern. "We did everything we could, but... you've lost the baby." Our baby. The secret I was going to share with Mark tonight. The doctor' s words finally broke me. The future, my art, my child-all gone, destroyed by their greed. Mark, this isn't just a breakup. This is war. Later, they came to my room, performing their roles with false pity. Mark mused about the "random mugging" story, calculating its narrative. Then the doctor returned, his face grave. "We had to perform an emergency hysterectomy to save your life. You won't be able to carry a child, Ava." They hadn't just stolen my art or my baby. They had stolen my entire future. Mark returned, bringing flowers and feigned remorse. I overheard him raging at Chloe on the phone, blaming her for the "mess," for the "permanent damage" that might "blow back on him." His concern wasn't for me, but for his reputation, his precious plan. He returned, took my hand, and tried to spin a new lie. "We can't tell anyone the full extent of this, Ava. It's for your privacy. We control the story." He saw me as a problem to be managed. I just stared at him, letting him believe I was too broken to see the truth. Let him think he was still in control. It would make his downfall all the more satisfying. Then came the settlement offer: money for my silence, a non-disclosure agreement naming Chloe as a party to the "unfortunate accident." The audacity was breathtaking. I looked at him, at his soft, encouraging smile, and then I looked at the name on the papers-Chloe Devereaux. "Get out," I said, my voice low. His smile vanished, replaced by the cold businessman underneath. He snatched the papers and stormed out, leaving me alone. He expected weakness, tears, and compliance. He had underestimated me. And that was going to be his biggest mistake. Two days later, Mark returned, Chloe by his side, pale and nervous. She dropped to her knees, sobbing theatrically. "I am so, so sorry, Ava," she cried, reaching for my blanket. "I don't know what came over me." I pulled away. She began hitting herself, pathetically. "I'm a monster! I deserve to be punished!" Mark put a hand on her shoulder. "You see, Ava? She's distraught. All we are asking for is your forgiveness. And your signature." I closed my eyes. Then I saw it: around Chloe' s neck, my unique pearl necklace, the one Mark had bought for me. The evidence was blatant. They weren't just business partners; they were together. This was personal. They were flaunting it. "Just sign the papers, Ava," Mark's voice was sharp. "End this now." "No," I whispered. Chloe scrambled up and slammed her head against the wall, a sickening thud. Mark roared, "Look what you've done! Is this what you want? Your stubbornness is cruel, Ava!" He was blaming me. Something inside me snapped. "Fine," I choked out, tears flowing freely. "Fine. You win." My hand shook as I signed. But as my pen touched the paper, a new thought solidified: This wasn't a surrender. It was a strategic retreat. I was free to plan my revenge. The city lights glittered below Mark' s penthouse. Chloe, in a silk robe, raised her champagne glass. "To us. To my new gallery. And… I'm pregnant, Mark." He genuinely beamed. A frantic pounding shattered the moment. Leo, Mark's head of security, stood at the door, pale and soaked. "Mark… it's Ava. There was a fire at the safe house. She didn't make it out." Mark just stared, then collapsed. He unraveled completely, lunging at Chloe, slapping her. "This is your fault! You did this!" he roared. "Ava was my wife!" He didn't care that they were only engaged. Broken, Mark begged Leo to take him to the scene, clinging to a desperate hope it was a mistake. At the burned-out house, a fire captain handed Mark an evidence bag. Inside was a silver bracelet with a jade lotus charm. Her grandmother's bracelet. She never took it off. The final proof. A terrible animal wail tore from Mark's throat. "I did this! I killed her!" he sobbed to the universe, collapsing to his knees. "Ava!" he screamed into the night. "Come back and punish me! Please!" The only answer was the silence of the rain and embers. Days later, Mark was still at the scene, smoking, a hollow shell. Leo, frustrated, spat at him, "You destroyed the best thing that ever happened to you for a cheap, manipulative tramp!" Mark mumbled, "She wasn't who I thought she was. She had a past. Chloe showed me proof. Pictures. Text messages. She said Ava was just using me for my money." "You idiot!" Leo raged. "Those pictures were fake! Chloe set the whole thing up because she wanted you!" The truth, brutal and stark, finally pierced through Mark's grief. He had been played, manipulated. He had thrown away a diamond for broken glass. He crumpled, sobbing quietly. "What have I done?" Leo watched him, then returned to his car and called me. "It's done," he said. "He knows. He completely believes you're gone." I was alive, in a warm, charming flower shop, arranging bouquets. The fire, the body, the bracelet-all a meticulously staged deception. I knew Mark' s money and influence would bury any legal case. My only path to freedom was to die. Leo, the only one I trusted, had arranged everything. My death had to be absolute, brutal enough to shatter Mark's world, forcing his confession. I was no longer Ava the victim. I was Ava the survivor. And my new life had just begun. Six months later, Leo visited my shop. "Mark is… away. Indefinitely," he said, revealing Mark had checked into a psychiatric facility. Then Ethan, my employee, walked in, his smile easy and bright. He was kind, hardworking, with a subtle protectiveness in his eyes. Leo noticed it too. "He looks at you like you're the sun, Ava," Leo smirked. Later, at a noisy bar, Leo revealed Ethan was from old money. "Don't let the ghosts of the past cheat you out of a future," Leo advised. He then shared Mark's final act: discovering Chloe's fake paternity test, her affair, and dismantling her life, piece by piece. She got twenty years. I felt… nothing. My justice wasn't in their ruin. It was here, in this bar, with the possibility of a simple, quiet life. Weeks later, Ethan landed my shop a massive contract, transforming it into a serious enterprise. He was writing his love letter in purchase orders and logistics plans. I knew I had to tell him everything. At the hotel launch party, I saw him. Mark. Gaunt, a shadow. Our eyes met. He stared, then the glass slipped from his fingers. "Ava," he whispered, tears streaming. "You're alive." He stumbled towards me, desperate hope in his eyes. I took a step back. "Do I know you?" I asked, my voice cool. "My name is Claire." Leo appeared, his hand on Mark's shoulder. "You're seeing things, Mark," he said, steering him away. "Her name is Claire. You're confused." Ethan stood beside me. "He seemed to really think he knew you," he said. "He did. He was my fiancé, Mark." "I know," Ethan said. "Leo told me everything. About Mark, Chloe, the attack, and why you can't have children." He knew. All this time. And he had never treated me like I was broken. He took my hand. "None of it matters. Your past doesn't define you. And whether or not we can have kids... that has nothing to do with why I'm falling in love with you." Tears streamed. "There's something else you should know," he added, pulling up his sleeve. A thin scar. "It's a contraceptive implant. I never wanted kids. I just want to find one person to build a life with. Just you, Ava." My armor melted. He embraced all of me, light and dark. "Okay, Ethan," I said, my voice thick with happy tears. "Let's build a life."/0/91949/coverorgin.jpg?v=efa728c33f9394d3c04422c3cde1b7a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Rebirth Of The Goddess
She was the orphaned prodigy who ruled the operating room. He was the proud soldier who swore never to forgive her. Regina Coles, a gifted neurosurgeon, has no idea she is the hidden granddaughter of Morgan University Hospital's powerful Chairman or that her bloodline ties her to a thousand years old prophecy. She returns to Vanceney City as a resident doctor and is determined to prove herself. But the day she spills coffee on Captain Ryan's ceremonial uniform, she earns his hatred. And when she performs a daring surgery no one else would attempt, she becomes a target. Her cousin turns into her rival. The hospital CEO wants her gone. And Ryan will never let her off the hook for touching his father. He locks her up and swears she will pay, yet the strength in her calm defiance stirs something in him he cannot ignore, something that will one day save him. But Regina's greatest threat is not of this world. The nightmares that haunted her childhood are not dreams but memories. The demon with blue and yellow eyes is real. And when Ryan becomes brain dead, Regina is dragged by the enemies into the mystical forest where the truth awakens. She is not just a surgeon. She is the goddess rebirth. And the war for Vanceney has just begun./0/82540/coverorgin.jpg?v=474222325f0fe73c937ea437d870f02a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Fiancée and My Betrayal
Sarah Miles, a passionate journalist, was just days away from her dream: a prestigious UN Human Rights Correspondent Fellowship in war-torn Lendu and a wedding to her devoted fiancé, Ethan. Her life, meticulously built, felt like it was finally ascending. Then, a sudden, insidious message shattered everything. Anonymous photos and videos flooded her phone, revealing Ethan, naked, with Chloe Hayes – Sarah' s own half-sister. The man who had relentlessly pursued and championed her ambitions was a brutal liar, caught in a sickening affair. His desperate excuses and attempts to manipulate the situation only deepened the agonizing wound. Adding insult to unspeakable injury, Chloe' s chillingly cruel taunts made it clear this wasn't mere infidelity; it was a calculated act of destruction. How could the man she loved betray her with her own family? Why would Chloe, whom she was just beginning to connect with, orchestrate such pain? The sheer audacity and inexplicable malice left Sarah reeling, grappling with a profound sense of injustice and a world turned utterly upside down. With her meticulously planned future in ashes and her heart irrevocably broken, Sarah made a defiant choice. The fellowship in Lendu transformed from a career ambition into a desperate, immediate escape. She systematically dismantled her entire life, prepared to plunge into the chaos of a war zone, determined to find a future free from her shattered past, even if it meant confronting unthinkable dangers alone./0/34846/coverorgin.jpg?v=abdea437f3f9029368bebc1f2f396ce0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Deal With The Billionaire: A Contract Marriage
A DEAL WITH THE BILLIONAIRE (A Contract Marriage) Can second chance ever have a chance? Christopher Crawford is the perfect combination of good looks and wealth. He is the rightful heir to Crawford Corporation but to claim his possession, he had to do one thing — Get married. It was easy, he had a girlfriend. The love of his life, so he thought. But she turned his proposal down thus crushing his soul. He vowed not to love again, but still needs to get married in order to get the company. Desperate and eager, he heeded an advise from a friend. A simple and easy contract marriage. Raven McKenna is a smart, hardworking, ambitious and kind single mother of one. She loves two people more than herself — her mother and seven years old son. She loves them and can go any extent for them. So what could a poor twenty six years old single mother offer to a thirty years old corporate heir? Raven has to get married to a stranger because she needed money. She sold herself to a rich heir to save her son’s life. She signed six months of her life to help him claim his possession. Raven never knew a deal with a billionaire would change her life forever. Can he bring himself to love her after being burned so badly by his ex girlfriend? Can a marriage based on contract ever survive or last forever? And what happens when they have to battle rivals from their past? Will their love become what is worth fighting for? Find out in this story about love, heartbreak, betrayal, misunderstandings and drama./0/25437/coverorgin.jpg?v=acb52a172eae8eedba2c547f9099042c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Our Second Mother
Born to a complicated family where there's little trust and honesty, eighteen year old Aster had to suffer the responsibilities of upbringing her other four siblings as the eldest child of the house following her parents last will of never leaving her younger ones to the hands of the extended families or outsiders. The reason, no one knows. However, she has to respect those last wishes. Bringing up her four siblings at the young age made her dreams and goals seem distant and far from being accomplished. But she was determined. How was she able to cope with the responsibility and achieve her dreams as well as nuture her siblings to be responsible despite her inexperience of the subject?. When everything seems to be falling in her and her sibling's life, how were they able to overcome the trials?/0/60802/coverorgin.jpg?v=8828c25b95360c8cbd4752f494fc5203&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Farewell, My Love
In the year Bryan loved me the most, I hooked up with a wealthy man and dumped him. He swore he would make me regret it. When we met again, he had become a powerful business tycoon. Everyone knew he had an ex-girlfriend he despised. He said, "She should just die; a woman like her doesn't deserve to live in this world!" He didn't know that I had a terminal illness. I didn't have long to live./0/73780/coverorgin.jpg?v=a6ec20acaef112812570a0c6d185ded5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Baby, The Billionaire And The Ex-husband's Ruin
"I loved you, but at the same time, I never really did." Ariana Sinclair gave Dominic Lancaster everything... her love, her trust, and the brilliant idea that built his billion-dollar empire. She stood by his side when they had nothing, only to be tossed aside when he had everything. The final betrayal? Catching him in his office with a hooker. When she demanded a divorce and her share of the company, he smirked and told her the truth: It was all in his name. She never really had anything. Now, Ariana is done playing nice. She wants revenge, even if it means destroying the man she once loved. But one reckless night derails everything. A one-night stand with a stranger. A pregnancy she never planned. And just when she thinks she can keep her secrets buried, Jaxon Reid walks into her life, determined to be part of his child's future. To make things worse, Dominic wants her back, convinced the baby is his. Now, Ariana is caught between two powerful men, a revenge plan spiralling out of control, and a future she never saw coming. Revenge was supposed to be simple. But when love, regret, and betrayal collide, nothing ever is./0/80269/coverorgin.jpg?v=04cc917287b6ea123b394b18cb3d4fe8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Perfect Marriage, His Secret Sons
My life with Ethan Hayes was the American dream: a brilliant tech visionary, a devoted husband, and a seemingly perfect marriage. He built her a state-of-the-art lab, named a literacy program after her, and swore he'd walk away from everything for her. I believed him, utterly, deeply, until I stumbled upon a hidden folder on his laptop. There, I found photos of Chloe Van Doren holding two baby boys, clearly Ethan's sons, his secret family. Dates on the pictures stretched back over a year, overlapping perfectly with our "perfect" marriage. The horror of his betrayal was matched only by the shocking truth she carried: I was also pregnant with his child, a dream now turned into a nightmare. Every loving gesture, every tender word, every shared memory was instantly poisoned by his calculated deceit. How could the man I loved be so captivatingly charming, yet so utterly, viciously deceptive? I was trapped in a gilded cage of his lies, my trust shattered beyond repair. I couldn't just walk away and be free; his control ran too deep. So, I had to choose a more extreme escape plan. I had to vanish, leaving behind nothing but a tragic, staged death./0/64371/coverorgin.jpg?v=d120edfc595220e29f599bab7a546f88&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A SON FOR MY BOSS
Jandé has been unjustly accused of having been unfaithful to the husband she loved so much. That same day, her boss, cowed by her sick mother's wishes, introduces her as his girlfriend and announces that she is pregnant with his heir. Unafraid of what might happen, the two decide to continue with the lie they started and sign a contract stating that there will be no physical contact between them or signs of love when they are in private, also Jandé will give birth to a son by insemination and that, when he is born, she will have to abandon him from her life. However, they do not expect her mother to organize a secret wedding. Will it be so easy to divorce her and give her son to the man she fell in love with?/0/59180/coverorgin.jpg?v=6da5db694718ceeaf5d3f48e54a64b4e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
UNPLANNED MARRIAGE TO THE MULTI-BILLIONAIRE
Blurb/Synopsis: "Please marry me, i promise to compensate you in whatever way I can," Marina said to the man staring at her with confidence. "Alright, I will." After the wedding, "I want to get a divorce. Let me go Aiden." "No, you are my compensation for marrying you," Aiden remarked, on his lips hanging a cocky smile./1/126341/coverorgin.jpg?v=a11ef9c612e30f41d614984f0a8fe9b1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To The Hockey Tycoon
For three years, I stayed in the shadows as the secret girlfriend of Briar University's star hockey player. But when I woke up in the hospital, I was greeted by a screaming campus headline: he had just publicly claimed my stepsister as his new queen. My own mother didn't even ask why I had fainted. She called to force me into a blind date for her social climbing, coldly warning me not to embarrass myself over a man who was a "perfect match" for her stepdaughter. Meanwhile, my stepsister paraded around with my boyfriend, playing the innocent victim while living comfortably in my late father's house. I was reduced to the ultimate fool, a dirty little secret everyone laughed at. Three years of my devotion, completely trashed for their calculated business merger. They thought I was just a timid mouse who would hide in a corner, crying over a lying bastard while they took everything I had left. But they were dead wrong. I wiped my tears, extorted my father's hotel shares from my mother, and walked straight into that high-end restaurant. Instead of my mother's pawn, I sat across from Collier Rivers, the legendary heir to Boston's most powerful sports dynasty. "I need a contract husband for one year." Within twenty-four hours, I had a marriage certificate, his heavy jacket on my shoulders, and a plan to take back my home./0/85785/coverorgin.jpg?v=e1f6ff556c558b435d16ca8962b6ea0d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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./1/114661/coverorgin.jpg?v=7432106f52a0c306f15c009c30e4abd6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DEAD AT HEART
Terminally ill. Betrayed by her husband. Abandoned by the only family she had. Ariel died with nothing... and no one. But fate gives her a second chance. Reborn three years before her death, she walks away from the man who ruined her life-and takes back everything they stole. Her love. Her identity. Her power. Now, the cold billionaire who once ignored her can't take his eyes off her. The brother who abandoned her starts to regret. Too late. Because this time, Ariel isn't the woman who begs. She's the one who makes them kneel./0/79945/coverorgin.jpg?v=7ce1d382950e6113794e85a63370a039&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Chasing His Ex-Wife Back
Isabelle Everett's perfect life crumbles when her billionaire husband, Damion Ryder, serves her divorce papers on their anniversary. Betrayal, heartbreak, and deceit propel her into a six-year journey of self-discovery. Now, with secrets exposed and old flames rekindled, Isabelle must choose between the man who broke her heart or her high school sweetheart, the one who's always loved her but has an ulterior motive. Will forgiveness transform their lives, or will the past destroy their future?/1/112390/coverorgin.jpg?v=e6fd57df86c2e6889f2b9feb853909d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Perfumer
For three years, Breanna gave up her brilliant career as a top-tier perfumer to be the perfect housewife for her billionaire husband, Hartwell. But when he finally returned from a three-month business trip to Paris, he didn't even glance at the dinner she had carefully prepared. Instead, he threw a divorce agreement on the table. He gave her thirty days to move out and offered a ridiculously low settlement. When she cried and asked if there was someone else, he looked at her with absolute disgust. "You used to smell like ambition and possibility. Now you smell like cooking oil and the desperation of a woman who has nothing outside her husband. You're a trap." He threatened to bury her in legal fees if she didn't sign. Heartbroken and confused, Breanna forced his assistant to reveal what really happened in Paris. The truth was humiliating. Hartwell had been spending all his time with a twenty-six-year-old genius perfumer—a girl who was the exact mirror image of who Breanna used to be before she sacrificed everything for him. He didn't just want a new woman. He wanted a younger, untainted replacement of her past self. Wiping away her tears, Breanna's grief instantly hardened into cold, calculated rage. She tore up his insulting settlement and prepared to fight back, completely unaware that her cruel husband was currently hiding in a hotel room, coughing up blood, deliberately playing the villain to force her to survive his impending death./0/64696/coverorgin.jpg?v=ff6898b029584d57a34c2031a7d6d3cf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Shelter With A Billionaire
The last time Mike and Christine saw each other, one of them walked away with a broken heart. Mike turned around to see her standing in a maroon suit, holding a briefcase, her eyes filled with hurt and exhaustion. He took a step forward. Longing swept over Mike, and he moved to draw Christine into his arms, his lips fiercely claiming hers. * * * * * * * * Mike Russo's life was perfect-until his ex-girlfriend, six teens, and a little girl moved into his mansion.The last thing Christine Frank wanted was to move in with her ex, the man who broke her heart to pieces. Christine Frank's life is turned upside down when a fire destroys the Foster home she runs, leaving her and seven kids without a place to call their own. Then, Mike Russo, her ex-boyfriend and billionaire hotel owner, offers them shelter in his estate. But Mike has a different motive: using Christine and the kids to boost his hotel's image. As they live together, sparks fly; they can't resist each other. Mike is going crazy from each kid's personality. Can Mike's deceitful plan ruin their second chance at love, or will they find redemption and forgiveness?/0/84163/coverorgin.jpg?v=9e195236afd8e47edf89a29d72008ce0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Political Asset, Her Perfect Revenge
It started as our eighth wedding anniversary, a day I used to circle with a red heart, but this year the circle was empty. I baked Andrew, my rising City Councilman husband, his favorite chocolate lava cake, hoping to surprise him at his "late-night strategy session." Instead, I found him at a high-end steakhouse, clinking glasses with his sycophantic aides and his 21-year-old intern, Madisyn, practically glued to his side. Hiding behind a pillar, I heard him laugh and call me his "perfect political asset," a "boring sedan" he was "stuck" with, admitting he "can' t even stand to touch her anymore." The words hit me harder than any physical blow, crushing eight years of foolish hope and love. Andrew returned the next day, reeking of Madisyn' s perfume, offering fake apologies and a lavish trip, still lying even as her texts buzzed relentlessly on his phone. The next shock came at a clinic where I' d gone to confirm I wasn't pregnant; I overheard Andrew coldly demanding Madisyn get an abortion, threatening to ruin her life if she didn't-all to protect his career and public image. I knew he was selfish, but this was monstrous; he' d destroy anyone, even his own child, for personal gain. That's when I decided I would burn it all down. The game changed when Madisyn, pregnant again, brazenly texted me taunts and ultrasound photos, claiming Andrew was moving her into a luxury condo near me. She celebrated my broken marriage, boasting Andrew found me "old and dried up," but she had no idea who she was truly up against. I calmly sent her the recording of Andrew coercing her into an abortion, and her frantic pleas instantly confirmed her terror. The polite wife who endured humiliation was gone; I was ready to use every weapon at my disposal. I left the luxurious life, packing a single suitcase, leaving divorce papers on his desk, and booking a one-way flight to Rome-ready to start over. Andrew' s desperate phone calls to "fix things" were met with my chilling truth: "The problem is you." He tried to trap me by withdrawing the divorce papers, but with one furious kick to his groin, I made my intentions clear. That night, utilizing his mother' s desperate desire for an heir, I forged a medical report stating I was barren and anonymously sent it to her. She immediately forced Andrew to sign the divorce papers himself, ironically ending his own quest for a legacy. At his lawyer's office, Andrew pleaded for me back, still blind, clinging to the naive idea it was just about another woman. With a final, devastating blow, I handed him his true fertility report, revealing his low sperm count and the tragic irony: he had forced Madisyn to terminate what was likely his only chance at a biological child, the heir he so desperately wanted. Watching him crumble, finally understanding his self-inflicted destruction, I knew I was truly free./0/71834/coverorgin.jpg?v=a02c11e70d1035f06cc6cfb5b697a8a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fake Dating My Ex's Favourite Hockey Player
Zane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway./0/84812/coverorgin.jpg?v=411421acff17af88dfc617cb26e9f1f9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
