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My First Love Cold Hearted

My First Love Cold Hearted

"What is this, Michael?" I asked him when he gave me an invitation card. Of course I know what it is but I want to ask him if what it is really for. "Invitation card, obviously. There's a big party and you have to go." He is stuck. He just rolled his eyeballs at me. I thought at that time that he had a surprise for me and that our relationship would be fixed just for our son Lenoah, but no. I attended a party just to get hurt too much. Because it was their engagement party. At first I thought Kalezy was just joking. I also know that Michael is her boyfriend but seeing me hurt face to face is what I couldn't handle. I had a quick breakdown. “W-We still haven't fixed our past problem, Michael. I kept your son from you for two years and even though I was hurt then that you let me go, I chose to introduce you to Lenoah as his father. I'm the first one who tried to fix our relationship but... I also suffered because you don't want me anymore. I know how much I wronged you before, Michael. I'm sorry but you gonna hurt me like this face to face? Michael, w-is it really gone? Don't you really love me anymore? Are you really giving up?” "A person's feelings change, Novy, and besides, it's been a long time," he said without emotion. I smiled bitterly. He's right. A person's feelings do change. "I understand. Sorry, if I'm too naughty. I'm sorry if I'm still trying to fix our relationship because I'm just thinking about our son," I said softly. "You planned to frame me up so I can get back to you, Novy. That's what I hate the most about what you did," he said coldly. "I'm sorry... I-I made a mistake..." I once let Michael go and it still hurt me too much. But I can handle it if I let him go a second time, right? I love Michael very much. But I know a different Michael now. The Michael I loved before and I was the only one he valued but now is gone. Another woman owns his heart and it's not me anymore. "S-Sorry... I promise you... I won't... I won't tease you anymore. B-I'll just visit Lenoah at your condo---" "We will also move to our subdivision." I quickly wiped my tears. It dripped one after another and my chest was tight. “In that case. S-We'll just meet outside," I said and sniffed even more. It's not just my tears, but also my cold. "I'll just give you a schedule." I nodded. "S-Alright, ah. I-I'll go first,” I said goodbye and because my knee was getting soft I almost lost my balance. He quickly grabbed my elbow to support me but I immediately pulled my hand back. "I'm fine..." I said and raised my hand and started walking. “New...” When I got out of the hotel, I just laughed so hard. Even the weather seems to be keeping up with my disappointment and sadness. It is raining heavily and the wind is also very cold. My tears are also pouring and it really doesn't stop. "New! Are you insane?!” my cousin Devillaine yelled at me. When he saw me walking and making it rain. "New!" “H-Leave me alone, Devi. I-I just want to... get wet in the rain.” "You are really crazy! You know you get a fever easily when you get wet in the rain!” He shouted at me while pulling my arm but I struggled. "I told you to let me go!" “New...” "N-I'm in pain, Devi... I-I just want... to forget even for a moment." "Then I will take you to the bar. I'll go get drunk with you if you want. Don't do this, Novy...” he said and just hugged me. I just cried on his shoulder. *** The news about their engagement party was hot and even though Michael and Kalezy were not engaged then he always went to the gym where the tennis players practiced. He does the same to me. He will watch our practice, even if it takes him an hour, he doesn't get bored waiting for me, but now... He's watching a different girl. Because I got wet from the rain last night, I did have a fever, but I also went in because we had practice. Our competition was coming up again but when our coach noticed that I was not myself, he gave me a break. I'm still wrapped in my varsity jacket and I'm really cold. "New! Your pogi boyfriend is looking for you. Cry without seeing you!” my tennis player friend also told me. Even though I was sick, I still smiled. Because I know who he is referring to as my boyfriend. It's my son. The net was blocking between us but that was often the scene between the two of us. He was holding it so I knelt down so that I could face his face. His eyes and nose were red. "Hi. Are you looking for me, babe?” I asked him and he snorted. “M-Mommy...” "Why is my boyfriend crying?" I asked him softly and he was about to touch both of my cheeks when I avoided it. "Your girlfriend is sick, babe. Kisses, hugs and touches are not allowed because Mommy's trying baby might get infected." "I just miss my girlfriend," he said and chuckled softly. "I miss you too, my baby." "You're close, Mommy. You will transfer your fever to me and then I will transfer it to Daddy." “Oh. You're with your girlfriend's rival again, hmm?” "Mommy..." "I love you,
Surviving The Ice Prince's Love Algorithm

Surviving The Ice Prince's Love Algorithm

Autumn woke up with a brutal headache and a glowing red warning projected onto her retinas. She had been bound to a ruthless system as the "Elite Girlfriend" to Harrison Jennings, the wealthiest, most robotic student on campus. But her status was a death sentence: Cannon Fodder scheduled for deletion. To survive, she had to flawlessly execute a grueling daily schedule of academic perfection and emotional detachment. If she broke character, showed weakness, or failed her study quotas, the system electrocuted her mind. She was trapped in a digital nightmare, bullied by her roommate and forced to endure Harrison's suffocating scrutiny. He didn't date her; he optimized her like faulty software, even throwing $50,000 at her just to stop her from working a "dirty" part-time job because it violated his strict mysophobic parameters. Pushed to the brink of a breakdown, Autumn was exhausted and terrified. Why was she forced to appease a high-functioning sociopath who measured human connection in data points and efficiency metrics? Until one afternoon, desperate to scare off a creeping frat boy, she loudly faked a deranged, obsessive love for Harrison's flawless logic. She turned around to find Harrison standing right behind her. His usually dead, icy eyes were suddenly burning with a dark, suppressed intensity. "The statement you just made," he rasped, towering over her. "Does it hold legal validity?"
Substitute Bride: Healing The Ruthless Heir

Substitute Bride: Healing The Ruthless Heir

Serena's stepmother forced her to take her cousin's place and marry the Beaumont family heir. Everyone in New York knew Felix Beaumont was a disfigured, crippled madman after a horrific car crash. To ensure her compliance, her ruthless family completely emptied her little brother's medical trust fund. Her brother was lying in the ICU, and the hospital was ordered to stop his life-saving medication the very next day. Her cousin mocked her as a piece of trash, and her uncle laughed in her face when she demanded her rightful inheritance. When she arrived at the Beaumont estate, the old madam treated her like a defective product and ordered a humiliating purity check by armed guards. Even Felix, her new husband, pulled a silver handgun on her on their wedding night, threatening to execute her for being a cheap replacement. They all thought she was just a weak, desperate girl they could easily manipulate and crush to death. They believed she had no choice but to suffer their abuse in silence to keep her brother alive. But nobody knew Serena was actually a highly trained operative hiding a lethal past. When Felix suddenly collapsed from a deadly military-grade neurotoxin, Serena didn't panic or cry. She effortlessly pinned the untouchable billionaire to the floor, pulled out her silver needles, and saved his life. Looking down at the shocked monster of New York, she offered a cold smirk. "I can fix your dead legs, but you work for me now."
Unwanted Pet, Undeniable Power

Unwanted Pet, Undeniable Power

My life was a meticulously groomed arena, flawless and secure, all thanks to Ethan Blackwood. He rescued me, an orphaned girl clutching a lead rope and a trembling colt, after the fire took my parents and everything else. He was my protector, my world. I believed he loved me unconditionally. Then, the faint, expensive scent of Isabelle Thorne' s jasmine perfume clinging to his suit. A physical manifestation of the lie he lived. I pulled away from his embrace, the disgust a physical thing in my throat. He wasn' t just unfaithful; he saw me merely as a "talented little charity case," a prized pet. The final blow came not from him, but from his perfect, polished mistress. Isabelle Thorne herself sought me out, her cold smile dripping venom. She mocked my past, confirmed Ethan' s dismissal of me, then, with a sneer, snatched my mother' s sunstone locket from my neck, deliberately breaking its delicate chain. It fell to the dusty stable floor, mirroring my shattered heart. How could I have been so blind? So utterly devoted to a man who saw me as nothing more than a plaything, a controllable asset? The humiliation burned, making me feel physically sick. My mother' s locket, my last tangible link, lay shattered like my trust, like my perception of my former savior. I scrubbed my skin raw, desperate to wash away his touch, his scent, his betrayal. I fled to Serenity Peak, determined to heal and find myself. But my quiet retreat detonated into a fierce quest for justice when a kind vet mended my broken locket. He revealed a hidden compartment, and inside lay my mother' s secret journal, detailing not only the lost art of breeding Sunstone Stallions, but hinting at a ruthless man who coveted their work, a man who haunted their lives. My escape was no longer just about healing; it became a quest to unravel a terrifying truth and reclaim everything I had lost.
Sparks Fly

Sparks Fly

**Synopsis:** Sofia Delacruz has always held one steadfast belief, instilled by her Abuela — "Sparks fly when you meet your one true soulmate." Yet, when she feels this electrifying connection with superstar playboy Ryan Barnes, she is torn between the rational and the romantic. Finally, she decides to take the plunge. However, navigating his glamorous superstar lifestyle—something she detests, becomes a challenge. Can he, in turn, adapt to a girl-next-door life like hers? As two vastly different worlds collide, a series of events unfold, revealing their lives will never be the same. And just when Sofia believes her hands are full, she feels another spark, this time with someone entirely different... **Excerpt:** She gasped, swiftly pulling her hand away as if repelled by his touch. "That's not possible," she murmured, her voice trembling, fingers clutching her chest. "What's the problem?" He didn't sound surprised, rather oddly calm. "Is it the chemistry between us?" "No," she shook her head vigorously, her eyes wide with disbelief. "There can’t be any chemistry between us. There’s something wrong." He exhaled deeply, taking measured steps towards her. "To me, the only thing wrong here is you refusing to accept the obvious." "Which is?" She already knew what he'd say next but prayed silently that he'd say something else. "Fate," he calmly replied, still walking towards her. "Fate has brought us together. We're meant to be." "Fate? Do you even have the slightest idea what that means?" She held up her hands, gesturing for him to stop. "Everything," she said, frustration and confusion evident in her eyes, "Every single thing I've ever known or believed in romance depended on this, and you're telling me it was all a lie?" "I'm not telling you; I'm showing you," he replied, his tone unwavering, coming closer. She raised her arms again, signaling him to halt. "Look, James, there can only be one spark."