Romance Books for Women
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ROYAL HEARTBREAK
"Do you think her highness went to talk to our king?" Cindy asked. "No way, that would be a mistake" Amore answered. "Why is that?" I asked curiously. They looked at each other for some minutes. "Girls we are all servants here," Miriam said trying to make them spill anything they know. "The king is busy preparing the wedding" Cindy answered in a whisper. "Oh yes preparing it on lady Grace" Amore answered with laughter. "Lady Grace?" Debby asked. "Yes, lady Grace the beautiful daughter of lord Ridder" Cindy answered. "You mean, he is having sex with her right now as we speak?. As in he sleeps with her?" I asked trying to understand what I thought I was hearing wrong. "The king sleeps with Almost half of the castle ladies, the king finds pleasure in all the women here, mostly the younger ones, but his best is lady Grace. I can bet you five tails of gold right now, when you go upstairs you will hear the screams, he can never get enough of lady Grace. Every time we walk by, we could hear their moans and groans, and at times when the king sits with lady Grace on his throne, he touches her almost everywhere, his not afraid to show everyone how much she means to him," Amore said. "Poor princess, she will be marrying a man who is in love with another, rumor has it that our king only agreed to marry the princess because of the ministers who advised him to do it, he wanted to wed lady Grace but the ministers couldn't agree on it," Cindy said as I sat down powrlessly. "It seems our princess is really unlucky" I whispered sadly. I truly was unlucky to be marrying such a horrible man./0/21730/coverorgin.jpg?v=35e29c927111f1f8cce78f4b40427239&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The secret Billionaire's Story
[09:47, 21/11/2024] .: The Billionaire's Secret Desire Alexandra Matthews always believed her life was ordinary-quiet, uneventful, and free from the dangerous world of wealth and power. But everything changes the day she discovers her late mother's mysterious necklace, a legacy passed down through generations, hiding secrets that were never meant to be uncovered. This seemingly simple piece of jewelry is the key to a web of intrigue, and it pulls Alexandra into a dangerous world she's ill-prepared for. When ruthless billionaire Luca Devereux enters the picture, everything Alexandra thought she knew about her mother and her own life comes into question. Luca, with his ice-cold exterior and dark past, is not just a businessman. He's a man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. And what he wants is the necklace-and the power it holds. As Alexandra races to piece together the puzzle her mother left behind, she is drawn deeper into Luca's world. There's more at stake than just a family heirloom-there are dangerous people after her, and Luca might just be the only person who can protect her. But can she trust him? Or is he just using her for his own gain? Caught between a man who seems to care for her and the powerful forces closing in, Alexandra is torn between passion and fear. The deeper she delves into the mystery, the more dangerous it becomes, and the more she realizes that the people she thought she could trust may not have her best interests at heart. The very man who could save her might be the one who is most dangerous of all. As secrets unravel and betrayals surface, Alexandra finds herself questioning her choices. With every twist and turn, the stakes get higher, and the line between love and danger blurs. Will she survive the deadly game she's been thrust into, or will Luca's secret desire lead them both into a path from which there's no return? In this gripping billionaire romance, passion, power, and betrayal collide, and no one is safe from the consequences of the secrets that bind them together. [13:10, 21/11/2024] .: The night air was eerily still as Alexandra crouched in the shadows, her eyes fixed on the towering gates of the mansion. The wrought-iron fence seemed to stretch endlessly, the imposing structure looming like a fortress in the darkness. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to run, but she clenched her fists, forcing herself to focus. Damien was in there. He had to be. Lily knelt beside her, her voice barely above a whisper. "We'll take the east side. Callum will loop around to the west. Once we're inside, we regroup. Stick to the plan." Alexandra nodded, her heart pounding like a drumbeat in her chest. The plan was simple: infiltrate, locate Damien, and get out before anyone noticed. But simplicity didn't guarantee success, and the stakes were impossibly high. Callum adjusted the earpiece in his ear and gave them a curt nod. "Radio silence unless absolutely necessary. If something goes wrong, we retreat. Understood?" Alexandra swallowed hard. "Understood." The group moved swiftly and silently, each step calculated and deliberate. Alexandra and Lily approached the east gate, where Lily worked quickly to disable the security system. The faint hum of electricity ceased, and the gate clicked open with a soft metallic groan. They slipped through the gap, their bodies pressed low to the ground as they darted toward the cover of the hedges. The mansion loomed closer, its windows dark and uninviting. "This place gives me the creeps," Lily murmured, glancing over her shoulder. Alexandra didn't respond. Her focus was fixed on the task ahead, every fiber of her being tuned to the possibility of finding Damien. As they reached the side of the mansion, Lily pulled out a small device, placing it against the nearest window. The glass vibrated faintly before cracking with a barely audible pop. Lily pushed the broken pane inward and motioned for Alexandra to follow her inside. The room they entered was cold and empty, its sparse furnishings cloaked in dust. Shadows danced across the walls, and the faint scent of mildew hung in the air. "We're in," Lily whispered into her comm. Callum's voice crackled softly in reply. "Good. Proceed carefully. I'm on the west side now. We'll meet in the central corridor." Lily nodded and gestured for Alexandra to stay close as they crept through the room and into a narrow hallway. The air felt heavier here, each step echoing faintly against the marble floors. Alexandra's nerves were on edge, every sound magnified in the oppressive silence. Her thoughts drifted to Damien-where he might be, what he might be enduring. The image of his face, bruised and battered, flashed in her mind, and her determination hardened. They passed through a series of hallways, each one more labyrinthine than the last. The mansion was a maze, its dark corners and endless doors concealing whatever secrets it held./0/20635/coverorgin.jpg?v=1a343afbb0575dee0ced41dc3e298834&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Not The Usual Fairytale
Combination of two romantic/tragic stories that combine reality and fantasy in a perfect blend. Who's The One? Stacy takes a walk down the memory lane when she is asked about how she met Derin, the love of her life and how much she loves him. As the conversation progress and some dark and unsettling truth is revelled that makes her suddenly being asked to confront her biggest REGRET; the thing she everyday; till date; regrets. An Unfolding Tale The journey of Ana, who lives her life the most. She never paid any heed to the problems in her life, would do anything to let her life be PERFECT. But as all humans who walk in the search of perfection: something she does goes horribly wrong with turns her life upside down. She is struck by realization that she is loosing the the most precious thing in her life./0/41754/coverorgin.jpg?v=45f3893d8be0711e54c94541f11a8a94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Selma A Leader
"Selma The Leader" is a captivating story that follows the inspiring journey of Selma, a fearless woman who becomes the unexpected leader of a nation. Set in a fictional country called Alamar, the plot addresses the challenges faced by Selma in dealing with corruption, inequality and injustice in search of a fairer society. The story begins when Selma, an idealistic woman passionate about justice, decides to run for president of Alamar. With a past marked by hardship and inequality, she is determined to bring real change to her country and give voice to the marginalized. However, she faces an uphill battle against the powerful interests that dominate politics and society. Facing threats, defamation and betrayal, Selma maintains her integrity and perseveres in her mission of transformation. It mobilizes the support of engaged citizens, social movements and a new generation of rising leaders. Through inspiring speeches and daring actions, Selma wins the hearts of the people and becomes a figure of hope and inspiration. As president, Selma faces monumental challenges. It seeks to reform corrupt institutions, combat social inequality, promote education and protect human rights. The story follows her tireless struggle and the personal sacrifices she makes in the name of her vision for Alamar. "Selma A Leader" is an engaging story about courage, leadership and the belief in one person's power to change the world around them. Through the ups and downs of Selma's journey, we are led to reflect on the importance of hope, resilience and the power of transformation to create a better future./0/86495/coverorgin.jpg?v=29f7122c5b8fd8226701e7a5e1af8149&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Cruel Betrayal, My Dying Wish
My husband, Liam, locked me out of our bedroom for the third night, a faint murmur of voices audible from inside-his low and soothing, hers soft and appreciative. Chloe, eight months pregnant with his child, was in my bed. But I had just finished massaging Chloe' s swollen feet, even making her warm milk. This was the same husband who had built our ten-year marriage on the unwavering foundation that we would be child-free. And when the baby cried from the nursery down the hall, it wasn' t Chloe who rose, but me, spending the entire night caring for their child. The next morning, I learned Chloe had a "dying wish": to be Liam's wife. He presented me with divorce papers, asking me to sign. He believed I had finally understood what it meant to be a selfless wife. He thought he had broken me, that this was his ultimate victory. He was wrong. I wasn' t broken; I was dying. Stage-four stomach cancer, inoperable, aggressive. Three days to live. As I nursed his child, listening to him make love to Chloe in our bed, the pain in my stomach sharpened. The irony tasted metallic. The next morning, Liam handed me black coffee-the kind Chloe liked, the kind that upset my stomach-and again, the divorce papers. When Chloe later appeared, wrapped in my silk robe and wearing the "Star of the Ocean" necklace I had coveted, she taunted me with Liam's dismissal of my desire for it. Overwhelmed, I collapsed, but when Liam appeared, he slapped me, then had his bodyguards drag me away. He called me a jealous, bitter monster. Why would he, the man I loved, turn so cruel? How could he believe such lies? Why did the universe allow me no peace, even in my final moments? I refused to be his broken toy. With the last of my strength, I offered him my entire company, signed over with a bloody thumbprint. Then, in an act of final defiance, I cut down the magnolia tree-the symbol of our love-and burned all my memories. My death was not just an ending, but a deliberate unmaking of his world, a final, painful act of rebellion./0/49263/coverorgin.jpg?v=65d19d6cc8fd19ff0990ac7a6a74b941&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Sexy Wife
She, the unfavoured adopted daughter of the Lin Clan, was just a pitiful little girl who had to live under someone else's roof.And he, son of the richest man in the country, tall, handsome, and cold and evil.Originally, the two of them had not interacted at all. However, due to a coincidence, she had become his wife.She had originally thought that she was only being used by him, but he would actually be a wife-doting man! Whoever dared to bully her would be annihilated by him! He was extremely overbearing outside, yet he was more like a hungry wolf in bed. She couldn't bear it any longer and wanted to escape, but he blocked her.He lovingly asked, "Wife, you're already pregnant with my child, where are you going to escape to? back/0/94004/coverorgin.jpg?v=b60a667d0608e3b12330f24ff5707f8c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance At The Choosing
In my first life, I married Connor Walls, the golden heir to the Barrett Corporation, believing my father's sacrifice had earned me a fairytale. Instead, it bought me a gilded cage and a brutal death. He left me to bleed out on the cold marble floor of our mansion while he entertained a guest one floor below. He was a predator disguised as a prince, a man whose public smile charmed the world while his touch left bruises no one could see. For years, he tormented me, painting me as the villain while my own cousin, Jana, clung to his side, reinforcing every lie. The world adored him. They saw a perfect couple, a powerful alliance. No one saw the monster I lived with. No one knew the truth behind my "accidents." Until I died, I was trapped. But then, I was reborn and opened my eyes again. I was back at the Choosing Ceremony, the day I was supposed to bind myself to him forever. This time, I remembered every agonizing detail. And this time, his ruthless, outcast brother Brannon was also an option./0/38156/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1a1786c95bc43e3cbdce33b11d0d16d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Sweet Love, Deep Kiss
After a dirty contract was signed, she was caught back to his side and became the noble Mrs. Quan. The next morning, she held her wrist, “Excuse me, Master Quan, are you an electrical man?” “Aren’t you clear about it?” He was an emperor in the business world but loved her to an extreme degree. When her ex got married, the master felt displeased and forced her to go with him! “It’s so windy outside. If I were blown into others’ arms, they wouldn’t return such a cute me.” He pinned her down on the bed, “Who dare touch you? Are they courting death?” When the truth was known to all, she snuggled up to him:” Why do you treat me so well?” “I haven’t got tired of making love with you.”/0/22043/coverorgin.jpg?v=94e118463b0da5c1a961cabfb047dea5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Caught A Heather
Bellamy Quinn Mayer, daughter of a well-known businessman and woman. Her life is unfortunate because she's being controlled by her parents. Even so, she chose to understand them because she's hoping that the time will come and they would do the same towards her. She had a hard time moving on from her dark past that nobody knew except a few. She was in her miserable state until she met Jan Keane Scott, son of a well-known businessman. He showed her the love and care she has been longing for. They faced everything together but what if their parents and their pasts are already the ones whose hindering them to be together? Would they choose to stay in torn or let go?/0/85400/coverorgin.jpg?v=74fa017de8e4a1e4c3c899547c07cbc2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love's Final Betrayal: A Fading Star
On the day of my funeral, Chloe was getting married. That' s the simplest way to put it, the starkest truth that defined the end of my story and the beginning of hers. While a handful of people who genuinely loved me gathered under a gray, weeping sky, she was bathed in sunlight and applause, standing under an arch of white roses. But before that quiet end, there was a loud, painful beginning. It started the day Mark Johnson came back, pulling up to our small, rented house in a car that cost more than I made in three years. That night, the air in our little house felt tight, suffocating. Chloe stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, not looking at me, but at a future I clearly wasn't a part of. "We need to talk, Ethan." Her voice stripped of warmth, cool and measured, delivered the blow. "Mark is back. He' s offered me a position at his firm. A real career. A chance to have the life we' ve talked about." The "we" felt like a lie. "I' m saying I can' t do this anymore," she finally met my eyes, her gaze hard. "I can' t keep waiting for you to make it. This game of yours… it' s a hobby, Ethan. It' s not a future. I need security. I need more than what you can give me." Each word landed like a physical blow, a deep ache starting in my chest. What she didn' t know, what I hadn' t told anyone, was why I was always tired, why I was losing weight, why I coughed. A month ago, a doctor used words like "inoperable" and "palliative." I had chosen to finish my game, my legacy, rather than waste away in a hospital. Chloe saw my silence, my gaunt frame, and my tired eyes, and she misinterpreted it all. She saw weakness. "Look at you," she said, her voice laced with new cruelty. "You' re always tired. You' re letting yourself go. Is this what you want? To just waste away in front of this computer screen?" The irony was so thick I could have choked on it. I just turned back to my screen, my fingers finding the keyboard. "Are you even listening to me?" she snapped, frustration boiling over. "This is what you always do! You just retreat into your little fantasy world and ignore reality! I' m talking about our future, and you' re playing with your stupid game!" The pain in my chest turned sharp, a real physical thing. "I' m sorry, Chloe. I' m sorry I couldn' t be what you needed." I considered telling her, a desperate plea, but imagined the pity, her ambition chained to a dying man. I loved her too much to burden her. She took my apology as failure. "It' s too late for sorry, Ethan." She walked out, the front door closing with a soft, final click. The sound echoed in the sudden, crushing silence. I was alone. The pain in my chest exploded. My breath caught. I slid from my chair, hitting the floor with a dull thud. The last thing I saw was my glowing monitor, a testament to a love she had just thrown away. I woke up in a new kind of silence, hovering weightless, looking down at my own still body. I was dead. The silence was broken by Sarah, my best friend, slumped in the hospital chair, shaking with silent sobs. Her grief was immense, a storm. In the days that followed, I watched her, heartbroken, as she handled my final affairs. She grew thinner, hollow-eyed, fueled by pure will. She found my favorite hoodie, inhaling its scent. "What do I do, Ethan?" she whispered to the empty room. "I don' t know how to finish it without you." Then, her phone rang. Chloe. Sarah' s thumb hovered. "Hello?" Her voice was flat. Chloe' s voice was unnaturally cheerful. "Sarah! Hi! I know things were… tense… the other day, but I wanted to put that behind us. Mark and I are getting married!" Sarah' s muscles tightened. "We' re having the ceremony this Saturday. It' s at the Botanical Gardens. It would mean a lot to me if you came. As a sort of… peace offering." Saturday. This Saturday. Sarah' s eyes darted to the calendar. Next to it, one word: Funeral. The phone slipped from her hand. Chloe' s voice tinny from the floor, "Sarah? Are you there?" Sarah stared into space, a horrifying mask of disbelief and dawning rage. My funeral and Chloe' s wedding. The same day. She picked up the phone, ended the call. She looked at my game icon, then at the hoodie. "Oh, Ethan," she whispered, a sound half-sob, half-laugh. "She' s getting married. On the day we bury you, she' s getting married." I floated there, helpless. The tragedy was written. On Saturday, Sarah stood in front of her mirror, not in simple black, but in a stark, severe goth dress. She looked like an avenging angel of grief. She was going to the wedding first. No, Sarah, don' t. My silent scream from my ethereal prison. Just let it go. Let me go. But she couldn' t hear me. The Botanical Gardens buzzed with happy chatter. When Sarah walked in, a hush fell. People stared. Chloe saw her, annoyance clouding her bridal radiance. "Sarah, what in the world are you wearing? Is this some kind of sick joke? You look like you' re going to a funeral." Sarah' s voice was unnervingly calm. "That' s because I am." Chloe stared, uncomprehending. "After this, I' m going to a funeral. It' s at two o' clock. It' s for Ethan." Chloe' s face went slack with shock, then hardened with disbelief and anger. "That is not funny, Sarah. That is the most twisted, horrible thing you could possibly say. You' re trying to ruin my wedding day. Did he put you up to this? Is this his pathetic attempt at revenge?" Mark strode over. "Is everything alright, darling?" He sneered at Sarah' s dress. "What is this? Some kind of performance art?" "She' s trying to ruin our day," Chloe said, trembling. "She' s saying… she' s saying Ethan is dead." Mark laughed, a dismissive, ugly sound. "Don' t be ridiculous, Chloe. It' s a pathetic cry for attention. He' s probably hiding in the bushes somewhere, hoping you' ll come running." Chloe looked back at Sarah, her certainty reinforced by Mark. "You need to leave. Now. I' m sorry I ever invited you. I should have known you' d try to pull something like this." She turned to Mark. "I' m sorry, honey. I' ll have security escort her out." Sarah didn' t move, a small, bitter smile touching her lips. The wedding planner called Chloe' s name. It was time. Chloe gave Sarah one last, withering glare, then stopped. A flicker of doubt, of pure, cold fear, crossed her face. But the music was starting. Her future awaited. Chloe turned her back on Sarah, on the truth, and walked away to become Mrs. Mark Johnson. As Chloe walked down the aisle, a wave of memory hit me. Our cheap wine, designing her wedding dress on a napkin. Her laughter filling our small apartment. Now, she was a stranger in a dress I didn' t recognize, walking toward a man I despised. Sarah stood alone, a solitary figure of grief. "I' m the one who introduced them, you know," she murmured. "I' m so sorry, Ethan." The ceremony reached its peak. "Do you, Chloe Davis, take Mark Johnson…" Sarah turned to leave. "Wait." Chloe' s voice, quiet but clear. The officiant paused. Mark turned, confused. Guests murmured. Chloe wasn' t looking at Mark. She was looking at Sarah' s retreating figure. "Sarah, wait," she called again, voice stronger. Sarah stopped. Chloe took a shaky breath. She turned to Mark, pale. "Mark, I… I' m sorry. I have to… there' s something I have to do. I have to know." "Chloe, what are you talking about?" Mark hissed, grabbing her arm. "The whole world is watching." She pulled her arm away powerfully. "I don' t care. I have to know if she' s telling the truth." She lifted her gown and started running down the aisle, away from the altar, away from Mark. She was leaving her own wedding. She was going to my funeral. I watched her go, a storm of confusion. Mark' s face was a thundercloud of fury. The perfect day shattered. The cemetery was quiet, a stark contrast. A small group around freshly turned earth. My parents, a few friends, cousins. Then, a second figure appeared. A woman in a brilliant white wedding dress, now stained. Chloe. Her arrival sent a shockwave. My father' s sadness hardened. "What is she doing here?" he growled. My cousin, David, took a step. "You have no right to be here! Get out!" Chloe didn' t seem to hear them. Her eyes were fixed on the simple, polished granite headstone. Ethan Miller. Beloved Son and Friend. 1995 - 2023. When she read the words, a dry, choked gasp escaped her. She reached out a trembling hand, tracing my name. The cold, hard reality finally broke through her denial. She fell to her knees, a raw, animalistic cry escaping her throat. It was the sound of a world breaking apart. I watched, stunned. This was not the reaction of a woman who never truly loved me. My mother shrieked, pointing. "You! This is your fault! You did this to him! You broke his heart and you killed him!" "Helen, stop," my father said, but his eyes burned cold. "Leave. If you' re just here to make a scene, to show off your wedding dress at my son' s grave, then you can leave." Chloe didn' t respond. She was on her hands and knees, clawing at the dirt, trying to dig me up. "No," she sobbed. "No, it' s not real. Ethan! It' s not real!" Sarah rushed forward, grabbing Chloe' s arms. "Chloe, stop it! Stop! You' re making it worse!" "Let go of me!" Chloe screamed. "He can' t be gone! He can' t!" Another car screeched to a halt. Mark Johnson stormed up the hill, face purple with rage. "Chloe! What the hell are you doing?" he yelled, shoving Sarah. "Get your hands off my fiancée!" He tried to pull Chloe up, but she fought him off. "He' s gone, Mark!" she wailed. "Ethan' s gone!" Mark looked from her hysterical face to my grave, then to my angry family. "This is insane," he spat, pointing at Sarah. "This is your fault! You filled her head with this nonsense and dragged her here!" David stepped up to Mark, fists clenched. "She came on her own. And you need to back off. You' re not welcome here." "I' ll go where my fiancée goes," Mark sneered. My father, a man I' d never seen lose his temper, walked up to Mark. "She is not your fiancée here. Here, she is the woman who destroyed my son. Now get off this sacred ground before I have you removed." The air was thick with hate. My quiet funeral had become a battlefield. Chloe stood amidst the shouting, pale and streaked with tears and dirt, clutching a piece of her wedding dress. Mark tried to pull her away. "Chloe, let' s go. We can fix this. We' ll go on our honeymoon, forget any of this ever happened." She shook her head, pulling her arm from his grasp. "No," she whispered, a new, terrible finality in the small word. Sarah stepped between them, deeply exhausted. "You should go, Chloe. He wouldn' t have wanted this. He wouldn' t have wanted to see you like this." The words finally reached Chloe. She looked at my grave one last time, body shaking with a suppressed sob. Without another word, she turned and walked away, a ghost in a ruined wedding dress. As I watched her disappear, a sense of peace settled over me. It was over. The storm had passed. The truth, in its brutal way, was out. I felt the ties that bound me to her, to the pain and the love, finally loosen. I was free. In the weeks that followed, life, for the living, began to move on. My parents, heartbroken but practical, offered my game studio to Sarah. "We want you to have it, Sarah," my father said, voice thick with emotion. "It was Ethan' s dream. You were a part of that dream. We want you to carry it on." Sarah initially refused. "I can' t. It wouldn' t be right." "He would have wanted you to have it," my mother insisted. "Please." Sarah looked around the studio, at the concept art, my empty chair. She finally nodded, tears filling her eyes. "Okay. For Ethan. I' ll do it." A new fire lit in her. She threw herself into the work, determined to make my last game, "Chloe' s Star," a success. One night, looking for a file, she found a 'Personal' folder. Videos. Candid clips I' d taken. Me and her, years ago, laughing at an arcade. Us pulling an all-nighter in college, arguing playfully. Dozens of them. A hidden library of our friendship. "You saved all these?" she whispered to the empty room, a sad smile. "You nerd." Her phone rang, jarring her. The cemetery caretaker. "Ms. Clark? I' m sorry to bother you so late. But you need to come down. There' s been a problem at Mr. Miller' s grave. It looks like someone tried to… dig it up." Sarah' s car tore through the night, headlights cutting through darkness. Her knuckles white, face a mask of cold fury. At the cemetery, under harsh security lights, the scene was worse than imagined. My grave was torn up. A shovel discarded. And standing there, in the middle of the mess, were two figures: Chloe and Mark. Chloe looked lost, eyes vacant, clothes disheveled. Mark held a second, smaller shovel, his suit rumpled. "What in God' s name do you think you' re doing?" Sarah' s voice was a low growl. Mark had the audacity to look indignant. "We' re paying our respects! Chloe wanted his ashes. We were going to move them to a proper family mausoleum. A place of honor." "A place of honor?" Sarah laughed, harsh and bitter. "You mean a place where you could control his last remains? You think there' s some inheritance, don' t you? You think this struggling game developer was secretly a millionaire, and you want to get your hands on it." Her furious gaze turned to Chloe. "And you. I almost felt sorry for you. I almost thought you understood. But this? To do this with him? How could you?" Chloe shook her head, muttering, "I had to… I had to have him near me." That was the last straw for Sarah' s promise. "You want to know about honor, Chloe?" Sarah' s voice trembled with rage. "You want to know about the man you threw away? Let me tell you about him." She stepped closer. "Two years ago, your father' s company was about to collapse. A mysterious benefactor paid off all his debts. Anonymously. Do you know who that was, Chloe?" Chloe just stared, confused. "It was Ethan," Sarah said, words landing like hammer blows. "He sold everything his grandparents left him. Every last cent. That was the 'failed investment' he told you about. He chose to look like a failure in your eyes rather than let you see your family' s shame. That' s the money you accused him of wasting. That' s the man you said was holding you back." Color drained from Chloe' s face. Vacant eyes replaced by dawning, soul-crushing horror. "No," she whispered. "No, that' s not true." "It is true," Sarah said, relentless. "And you want to know about the man you chose instead?" She pulled out her phone. "I did some digging after the funeral, Mark. You' re not as careful as you think you are." She turned the screen to Chloe. Photos. Mark, kissing another woman. Screenshots of damning texts from before the wedding. Chloe looked from the phone to Mark. The final piece of her shattered world crumbled. "You…" she whispered, a strangled gasp. She launched herself at him, grief and rage finding a target. She beat at his chest, screaming. Mark, shocked, shoved her hard. "Get off me, you crazy bitch!" Chloe stumbled backward, her heel catching on the disturbed earth around my grave. She fell, her head hitting the corner of my granite headstone with a sickening, final crack. She lay still. A dark pool spread from her head. Mark stared, panicked. Sarah screamed. In the ensuing chaos of sirens and flashing lights, I felt my purpose fade. The truth was out. My legacy safe with Sarah. My name cleared. As they covered Chloe' s body, just as they had covered mine, I felt a lightness. The pain, love, betrayal-all dissolved into the cool night air. My game, "Chloe' s Star," released by Sarah, became a global sensation. My name, a symbol of a legacy that triumphed in death. And me? I was finally at peace. I turned from the living, from the wreckage, and faded into the quiet, starlit darkness./0/50671/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c1d18d6a4020ca215c0289e5af777b8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Tears In My Heart
"Are you coming home later?" I asked him when he was about to leave for work, he stopped and looked at me "I don't know, I still have a lot to do in the office" after he said that, he immediately left. "I'm going to cook, you might be hungry later" I yelled and grabbed him, he went straight to his car and drove him away. Our routine is like that almost every day but I can't complain why he treats me like that because we are both stuck in this marriage, he was only forced to marry me because his mommy reconciled the two of us , because I really need money for Grandma's operation, I don't have any money, I don't know what to do, I'm also just a worker at a resort in our province, so I agreed to her mother's agreement if I get married his son will take care of grandma's hospital expenses. I don't know why he allowed Raiko to marry me. I finished cooking when Raiko and I had dinner and I was waiting for him in the living room, but it's past 10 PM but Raiko hasn't come yet, why am I still waiting for him, he said earlier that he has a lot to do, I'll just eat After eating, I was about to go upstairs when I heard his car outside. I hid at the side of the kitchen when he entered, but he was talking to someone on the phone. "Mom, don't force me to like her, I can't love her like you want me to! so please don't force me! after all you are the one who wants this marriage!" hearing that he said on the phone that he was talking to his mommy, I suddenly felt a pain in my chest when he answered, he is right that the heart does not teach who you should love so I understand him./0/86808/coverorgin.jpg?v=125bceccf5593f8b5f86c2021345fb5b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife He Betrayed, Now Free
The heavy prison gates clanged shut behind me. After five years of hell, I, Ava Smith, was finally free. My first stop, however, wasn' t a warm bed, but the county clerk' s office. I needed a divorce from Liam Johnson. The clerk' s words hit me like a physical blow: "There's no record of a marriage between Ava Smith and Liam Johnson. This is a fake, honey." My entire marriage was a lie. Memories flashed back-Liam, the grieving businessman, conceiving our son Ethan in a drunken haze, calling me his deceased first love. His powerful family forced him to marry me, but on our wedding night, his words were cold: "I will never love you, Ava." I played the perfect wife, loving our son with every fiber of my being. Then, I was framed for destroying a memorial garden. Liam believed every lie, his eyes full of disgust, and sent me to prison. For five years, the thought of Ethan was all that kept me alive. My son, the same one who now screamed at me, "Mom! What did she do to you?" as he ran to my best friend, Scarlett Hayes-the woman who was supposed to be dead, now living in my home and raising my child. "She's more of a mother to him than you ever were," Liam said, shielding them both from me. The agony was unbearable. How could he believe her? How could my son, the child I carried and loved, hate me so fiercely? It was a betrayal beyond words. I picked up my phone, dialing a number I hadn't used in years. "I'm not interested in my 'marriage' anymore. Or my son." The lie tasted like acid. "The children in the mountains," I said, my voice gaining strength, "they'll be my new family now."/0/57085/coverorgin.jpg?v=58da6459bc3134b777330f52ed0c7f8a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
LUNA'S HIDDEN IDENTITY
June, a young wolf marked as the pack's outcast, has endured years of mistreatment following the tragic death of the former Luna in a rogue attack. On her 18th birthday, June discovers that the Alpha King’s womanizing son is her fated mate. Rejecting his advances, she decides to leave the pack, determined to find a new life free from disdain and uncover the truth behind her mother’s death. As she journeys away from the pack, June stumbles upon disturbing secrets suggesting that the former Luna’s death was not an accident but a murder orchestrated by high-ranking wolves to seize power. Fueled by a need for justice, June seeks answers to these mysteries and crosses paths with Rowan, a wise elder wolf who reveals her special heritage and unique empathic powers. Under Rowan’s guidance, June undergoes rigorous training to master her abilities, discovering her role in the pack’s future is far greater than she ever imagined. Her quest for the truth leads her to a fateful encounter with Alpha Ray, a powerful and enigmatic second-chance mate with a dark past. Together, they navigate a complex relationship, driven by shared pain and a mutual desire for justice. Will June’s be able to confront with the wolves responsible for her mother’s death? Will she accept her lineage when she finds out?/0/38469/coverorgin.jpg?v=7c6fc50bedca7f35917317bd10ecb430&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Falling for Mr Billionaire.
Two best friend, one is a billionaire and the other just a mere middle class man,decided to let their children tied together even though they were still so young not knowing anything .After the marriage,they decided that they will let them be together when they reach their college level and let them be together.... _______________________ Erica Day,she is 18years old. She is the daughter of the middle class man among the two best friend. She is an innocent,kind hearted and sweet girl,one of her weak point is that she trust people easily. She is mentally and physical abused by her own society people. She was always home school from the day she was in primary till her high school life....She is not allowed to step outside of the house because the people are always ready to attack her.... Richard Winkleman ,he is 21years old,he is the son of the billionaire .He is rude, cool hearted and do whatever he pleases never care for others feeling .He is a party boy and likes to hang out with his rich mates all night.... But when Erica and Richard meet will they be able to stay with each other and help each other or will they be separated and their parents expectations towards then with all go in drain...??? ************/0/32368/coverorgin.jpg?v=8c777475a3845ee70cf873388771ab0f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Lethal Obsession
DARK ROMANCE "Sir, I am in a dire need of loan. Its very important, my friends life is at stake. I assure you I'll try my best to return the loan asap." She breathlessly said it all. Her eyes were filled with hope and expectations. He was her last hope. "Miss Sheharzaad," Shehryaar said, while standing up from his chair causing her to instantly stand up. "Yes sir" she replied, her voice troublesome yet confident. He walked towards the other side of the table and sat on the chair parallel to her. "Keep sitting, please." He said, like a gentleman and she sat down. She tightly held her hands together. A life could be saved by his single yes. "Sir please," she pleaded. "I agree. You can have the loan, but I have a condition." "I agree to your every condition sir" she replied with a little smile of victory on her face. "Think before you speak, Miss Sheharzaad." "I trust you." "I want a one night stand with you." He dropped the bomb. ............ "Every women is nothing but a whore, a slut and you're also one of them." He said making her wriggling double against the ropes, which tied her. "You're wrong." She replied with a sheer determination in her eyes. He harshly gripped held her chin and bobbed her head up towards him. "Oh, I'll prove it to you then." He spoke with an immense intensity and a promise in his eyes. "You'll now serve me as my personal escort, Sheharzaad." He declared and threaded his fingers into her silky locks, pasting his lips on hers, kissing her brutally. He didn't trust womankind and she was a strong woman. He wanted shatter and break her into pieces so he could satisfy himself./0/37374/coverorgin.jpg?v=98a12b67d0bdb761068bf3de9b463050&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding the Billionaire Mafia's Twin.
In the alluring world of Sicilian high society, Fiorella's life takes a dramatic turn after a fateful night with Tito Denero, the enigmatic billionaire with ties to the mafia. Despite being engaged to childhood sweetheart Dante Mancini, Fiorella finds herself pregnant with Tito's twins, leading to a tangled web of secrets and betrayal. Years later, Fiorella is consumed by a singular desire for revenge against Tito, blaming him for her father's death. Little does she know, Tito is not only the man she seeks vengeance upon but also the father of her children. As fate intertwines their paths once more, Fiorella must confront her feelings for both Tito and Dante amidst simmering tensions and unresolved passions. love, betrayal, and redemption, Fiorella grapples with decisions that could shatter hearts and alter destinies. Will she succumb to the lure of revenge, or will she find the courage to forgive and embrace a future fraught with unexpected twists? Dive into a world where passion collides with duty, and where the past holds the key to a turbulent yet captivating future./0/18758/coverorgin.jpg?v=364ee399256c5f6b753555aa38d92f22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hypnotic Desire: Land The Perfect Kiss
Queenie had been engaged to Ivan since childhood. However, she had only seen her future husband once—at their engagement party—and when he made a quick appearance, she could only look at him from afar. Their parents had arranged their marriage, yet Queenie believed that she could be an excellent wife no matter what kind of man she married. Much to her surprise, her new husband had a tryst on their wedding day. Ivan even wanted to annoy her and make her angry, but the moment he landed a kiss on her lips, he found himself inadvertently addicted to her sweetness./0/42380/coverorgin.jpg?v=5cdb4ae67e85d3fc4775cf53d526d20b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Heal Me
Luisa is a doctor full of pain and trauma accumulated from a troubled past, a mother who "loses" her daughter with Down syndrome that was so planned and at the same time rejected by her own grandmother; Christopher, a doctor-surgeon and son of one of the owners of the ClinBustamante Imperial Hospital, both with pains from a past for completely different reasons, unknowingly seek the healing of their anguish, a suffering of their "losses" are installed and little do they know that maybe one is the cure for the other A simple meeting years later, will become calming, it is just like a medicine does, bringing healing for the pains. Will they both be able to find the cure for so much torment?/1/113246/coverorgin.jpg?v=0d46ef3fb89df578b3b91c2b6682f2b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
