Romance Books for Women
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A Stranger I Met
It had never always been this way. In fact, it had always been smooth and rosy, but everything changed when a mysterious stranger appeared. ☆ Daniel Jones agrees to go clubbing with his lousy roommate on a Friday night. To him, this is his first and last time in a club. However, the unexpected happens and he gets stuck with clubbing: he meets someone at the club who changes his life forever; someone who exposes him to raw emotions he never knew existed – emotions such as pain, hatred, jealousy and above all, LOVE in its intensity. The cool-headed, nerdy, and bookworm Daniel becomes a hot-tempered and violent man who would do anything to protect the woman he met in just one night – a night he would forever live to remember./0/88415/coverorgin.jpg?v=b545b110baf29a9801b0a79ad6434cc6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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The Ice Queen's Secret Superstar Husband
Katy Riddle was Hollywood’s untouchable "Ice Queen" and the secret wife of Oscar-winning Best Actor, Arther Knowles. To the world, they were distant. But in the shadows, she ran his most obsessive fan account under the alias 'Chi-Chi'. Her perfect double life shattered when a leaked Gala video went viral. The footage destroyed her cold persona, showing her staring at Arther with raw, starving adoration. But the real nightmare was the final frame. The camera zoomed in, exposing a frayed, black braided string bracelet hidden beneath her diamonds. Five years ago, as a nobody, she had dropped that exact handmade token at Arther's feet in a chaotic airport crowd. "Take it down! I refuse to look like a desperate groupie!" Katy screamed at her agent. She threw millions to aggressively scrub the video from the internet, terrified her husband would discover her pathetic secret and ruin their marriage of equals. Thinking she was safe, she wore a heavy disguise and sneaked into his exclusive fan meet. But when Arther walked on stage, her heart stopped. Tucked discreetly beneath his shirt, resting against his chest, was that exact same cheap black bracelet. Why was the Best Actor wearing a crazy fan's trash? Before she could process the shock, Arther's dark eyes bypassed the screaming crowd and locked directly onto her masked face. A slow, dangerously possessive smile spread across his lips, proving he already knew exactly who she was./0/23963/coverorgin.jpg?v=20211104095604&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The White Tag Girl
Davis family is known in Akuji as the green keeper that symbolizes great knowledge. However, the second generation didn’t expect to bear a white tag which symbolizes power and has all the ability of all the tags. It's the most powerful among all the tags that's why it is considered forbidden in their alliance. She is Cyanide Belle Davis, who moved to Eleutheria to conduct her missions that will validate her tag however she did expect to meet Callum Massimo, a medicine student from Eleutheria, who fell head over heels to her. She knew there’s something about her that was buried in the past, in order to answer her questions she decided to discover her real identity. Upon knowing her real ability, she also discovers a surprising and concealed past that makes her change./1/103433/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260424155032&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Aching Hearts: Caught Between Two Loves
Love was never supposed to hurt this much. Lia thought life would be simple-finish school, protect the people she loves, and keep her heart safe. But everything changes when two very different boys step into her world. Jaden is steady, patient, and quietly devoted. The one who understands her silences and stands by her even when she pushes him away. Adrian is intense, unpredictable, and impossible to ignore. The one who sees the parts of Lia she tries so hard to hide. Caught between comfort and chaos, loyalty and desire, Lia finds herself trapped in a love triangle she never meant to create. Every moment with them pulls her heart in two different directions. But love isn't the only thing at stake. As emotions grow stronger, jealousy rises, and secrets begin to surface, the fragile bond between the three of them starts to crack. One wrong choice could shatter friendships, destroy trust, and leave hearts broken beyond repair. Because sometimes, loving two people doesn't just hurt. It changes everything./0/84817/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205124&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Wedding, Her Ex
My wedding day was set, my music career soaring, and I was about to marry the woman I loved more than anything. Then, a data alert exposed thousands of international calls on my fiancée Chloe' s phone, followed by a hushed conversation in my driveway. "Daniel, I told you, I\'m handling it," she whispered, her voice laced with a tenderness I thought was reserved for me. "He doesn\'t suspect a thing. Yes, the wedding will be on the same day. Our wedding." My world shattered. She was planning to marry her ex, Daniel-the same day, same venue, same guests. The betrayal was a physical blow, leaving me gasping on the floor, my heart threatening to give out. The thought of being the city' s laughingstock, the pathetic musician left at the altar, twisted something inside me. The humiliation burned hotter than any rage. No. I wouldn't let that happen. A cold, hard resolve settled over me. She wanted a wedding on that day? Fine. There would be a wedding. My wedding. And I knew just the forgotten family pact to make it happen./0/83722/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106202836&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wife Who Fought Back
I was seven months pregnant, living a fairytale life as the wife of a powerful Congressman. Julian stroked my belly, whispering dreams of our son' s future, and I truly believed I had it all. Then, a cold dread seized me. I' d just overheard Julian on the phone, his voice urgent, planning to use me as bait for a predatory federal prosecutor. Not for us, but to save his high school sweetheart, the woman he truly loved. My perfect world didn't just crack; it exploded into a million sharp pieces. Every intimate moment, every precious gift, was a cruel, recycled memory from his past with her. In his eyes, I was a mere tool, a sacrifice. My heart pounded a sick rhythm as I stared at the man I thought I loved, now revealed as a calculating monster. The betrayal was an Arctic wind, chilling me to the bone, but beneath it, a burning rage began to smolder. He thought I was a naive girl from the wrong side of the tracks, easily manipulated. He was gravely mistaken. I wasn't his victim; I was about to become his reckoning./0/86225/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106211359&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Heart, His Deadly Secret
The expensive leather of the car seat felt cold against my skin. My fiancé, Mark, was driving, his hand holding mine tightly, his warm smile promising safety. In the passenger seat, Chloe Davis beamed, "Almost there, Ava. You' re going to love the surprise." "Something even better," Mark said, squeezing my hand. "A final getaway before we' re officially Mr. and Mrs. Stevens. Just for us." But the car slowed, turning onto a gravel road. The city disappeared, replaced by dry fields and a high fence topped with barbed wire. A heavy iron gate blocked the road, guarded by two men with rifles. My smile faded. "Mark, where are we?" The car stopped. The engine cut out, and silence was sudden and heavy. Mark let go of my hand, his own sweating. He wouldn' t look at me. "I' m sorry, Ava." He finally turned, but the warmth was gone from his eyes. It was replaced by something cold. Chloe turned, her sweet smile twisted into a sneer. "He' s not sorry. Not really." A guard grabbed my arm, his grip like iron. "Mark, what is this? Help me!" I screamed, my eyes locked on his. He just looked away, his face pale. The gravel bit into my knees as I stumbled and fell. I looked up at the compound beyond the gate, the concrete buildings. A wave of ice washed over me. It wasn't just fear. It was recognition. A deep, soul-crushing recognition. I knew this place. I had spent two years trying to forget it, three years running from the man who built it. "No," I whispered, the sound catching in my throat. "No, no, not here." Chloe nudged my side with her expensive shoe. "Your inheritance was just sitting there, Ava. Mark and I need it. And you' re the key." "What are you talking about?" I choked out, my mind reeling. "They pay well here," Chloe said, casual. "Especially for someone like you. Unbroken. Pretty. They' ll get the money out of you. And what' s left of you will still fetch a good price." Betrayal was a cold, sharp thing. My fiancé and his lover, selling me back to the one place on earth I feared most. A hysterical laugh bubbled up. I looked past Chloe, past the guards, at the main building. The man I once loved. The man who had owned me, body and soul. The man I had betrayed to gain my freedom. "You idiots," I whispered, the words tasting of blood and dust. "You have no idea what you' ve done." Three years. I fought for three years to build a new life, to pretend I was normal. I got engaged to a kind man. I thought I had escaped. And now, the man I chose to escape to had just sold me right back to the devil I ran from. The cruel irony was suffocating. I was home. And I was going to make them pay./0/77621/coverorgin.jpg?v=c4193232d6ce9033b7df2984a2483bbd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Thorns of the crown
Thorns of the Crown is a high-stakes fantasy novel set in a kingdom torn apart by betrayal, power struggles, and forbidden love. The story follows Alaric, the prince of a kingdom built on lies and bloodshed, and Seraphine, the fierce daughter of a family once betrayed by the crown. When Alaric uncovers the truth about his kingdom's dark history-his father's role in the execution of powerful magical families, including Seraphine's-he is forced to choose between loyalty to his lineage and the chance to rewrite history. Seraphine, hell-bent on avenging her family, is determined to tear the throne down, but she never expected to fall for the prince she once swore to destroy. As the two navigate a world of shifting alliances, magic, and danger, they find themselves caught in a forbidden romance that could either save their world or doom it. The rebellion they lead is a catalyst for change, but with enemies on all sides and their love threatening to destroy them both, the stakes are higher than they ever imagined. Thorns of the Crown is a tale of passion, betrayal, and redemption. It explores the price of power, the possibility of change, and the fiery strength that rises from the ashes of a broken kingdom./0/59005/coverorgin.jpg?v=159d49d714a552c620a63eed5d1479b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Twin's For Billionaire Redford: Mummy, Daddy Loves You
"You ruined my life... you were the one my stepsister used to ruin it, right? I know you're both devils!" Amy cried, collapsing to the ground as her heart shattered into pieces. "I was at the bar that night... I didn't intend for anything to happen. I'm sorry. We have to be together for the sake of our kids," Redford said, pleading on his knees. "Be together? I can never be with a man like you. My children aren't yours. Give me my kids, and let's part as if we never met," Amy's eyes were fixed on the floor, her tone steady. Cheated on and humiliated, Amy spiraled into despair, leading to a reckless one-night stand with a stranger. Pregnant and abandoned, she fled the country to protect her child, vowing to survive at all costs. Five years later, Amy returns with her twin, only to find that the stranger from that night is none other than billionaire Redford-now searching for her... and for the children he never knew he would claim. Relentless, unpredictable, and impossible to resist, Redford will stop at nothing to make Amy his. But with her ex-fiancé still in the picture, Amy must decide: can she trust the love born from one reckless night... or will the past destroy her chance at happiness?/0/40389/coverorgin.jpg?v=3020a9eb6cbcdc7b558fe5c187784c05&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia protect me
Just because of a fight for a man, Nelly wants to kill Celine just to get Ron, Celine's boyfriend. After killing Celine, Nelly happily returned to meet Ron. She accidentally created a meeting for Celine and Saint, the most dangerous man in the world. Saint accidentally saves Celine's life and brings her home. Saint thinks Celine is a poor and stupid woman, so he wants to take Celine's heart as a replacement for his heart-diseased sister. After Celine woke up, she knew the Saint's true purpose and escaped. After she escaped, she discovered Nelly was married to Ron. Celine's anger invaded her brain, she looked at Saint and said. “Saint, I will give my heart to your sister. However, you must agree to one of my requests, you must protect me absolutely, because I want revenge."/0/80124/coverorgin.jpg?v=e28b12e9d238b7a85a357afed11400e0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His 'Practice' Bride, Her Real Wedding
For five years, Ava Miller navigated a passionate, secret relationship with Ethan Hayes, her best friend's younger brother. High above the New York skyline, she lived in their bubble, cherishing his touch and believing his fervent promises that their hidden love would "soon" be revealed to the world. She devoted herself, feeling vibrant and truly loved. One devastating night, her carefully constructed world shattered. Hiding just outside a half-open door, Ava overheard Ethan tell his closest friends she was nothing more than "great practice"—a mere "walking manual" for him to hone his boyfriend skills for his true, long-held obsession, Chloe Vance. Five years of her life, dismissed as a calculated "training program." The revelation was a gut punch. Ethan, the man who pursued her so ardently, abandoned her at her sickest to fuss over Chloe’s minor scrape. He allowed Chloe to publicly gloat, calling Ava a "warm-up act" and "convenient." Every tender word, every intimate gesture, now felt like a meticulously rehearsed lie. The man she loved saw her as a disposable tool. How could someone be so callous? Was her entire five-year relationship a horrifying, humiliating charade? The sheer audacity, the betrayal, left her reeling, disgraced and utterly heartbroken. What was she if not a placeholder, a learning experience for someone else? Refusing to be a discarded practice doll any longer, Ava made a stark choice. She severed all ties, sold her life in New York, and fled to Charleston, determined to build a new, honest life—one where she was truly valued. But would her past, and Ethan’s eventual realization, allow her to move on untouched?/0/44300/coverorgin.jpg?v=82080fe0c319bf68108e7f35476060b7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Nights With Her Boss
Maryanne had just suffered from a heartbreak caused by her ungrateful boyfriend. She gets an opportunity to leave the country with her boss but, his arrogant attitude gave her a second thought. How would she have known that agreeing to go there, would change her life forever? Everything started to change after one night they came back from a meeting, drunk. But the love triangle made it impossible as Maryanne didn't know of her boss's unknown fiancee. Will Maryanne find love this time? Or is the heartbreak going to repeat itself?/0/84035/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203532&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unraveling Fifty Years of Silence
At seventy, my body failed, but my mind was sharp with the bitterness of a fifty-year marriage to a woman I was certain never loved me back. My final words, a rasping confession of lifelong regret, were, "If I could do it all over again, I would never love you." Then, darkness, a profound silence, and suddenly, light flooded my vision as I shot awake, an eighteen-year-old in my childhood bedroom, strong and healthy. This was my second chance, and I vowed to rewrite my bitter past, starting with Jocelyn Anderson, the ice queen who had unknowingly broken my heart for half a century. I meticulously planned to shun her, using my knowledge of the future to build an empire, while deliberately acting aloof and uninterested, pushing her away at every turn. But then, she inexplicably transferred to my school, sat next to me in class, and shockingly appeared on the football field with Gatorade. My carefully constructed aversion shattered as I accused her of loving another, blinded by the phantom pain of my first life's perceived betrayal. Just as I walked away, broken-hearted and accepting my fate, her trembling voice hit me like a physical blow: "You think you're the only one who remembers?" "You were my husband for fifty years, Ethan," she whispered, her words confirming the impossible. But then Wesley Fowler, whom I believed was her lover, arrived, pulling her away and reigniting the crushing certainty that she was still lying, still choosing him. How could this be happening again, even with a second chance, even with her claiming to remember? The universe seemed to be playing a cruel joke, ensuring my sorrow spanned two lifetimes, leaving me with an agonizing question: if we both remembered, why was she still choosing him, still living the lie that destroyed us? I fled, seeking escape in Maine, only for her to follow, confronting me with a truth so profound it would either heal my soul or shatter it completely, forcing me to confront the fifty-year misunderstanding that defined my existence./0/33193/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8c586fc5fb1fce3909b2bad0f61aa44&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Sweet Revenge
Meet Asanel, a sweet beautiful girl aged 16 and has a close who is Jason, the governor's son. Despite the long lasting feud between both families, both kids fall in love and have a night stand and Asanel gets pregnant. However, her life changes drastically when her parents name gets dragged in the mud and is murdered in cold blood by the governor and his wife in an attempt to kill her child. On hearing the news of her parents death, she vows to avenge them and her baby. She leaves the country through the help of an influential business woman and everything changes. Seven years later. Asanel returns with a new face, new identity to destroy those who hurt her? But then she saw her first love again. What happens next? Find out in this intriguing book./0/24589/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1e4ddeffce58c01e27eeb75e73c1157&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Secret Millionaire
Karishma Jones doesn’t want a relationship, especially not with Seth Parker. In her eyes, he was the enemy because defenders shouldn’t mix with prosecutors. However, Karishma can’t deny the sparkling chemistry that they share between them. Seth Parker is the definition of handsome and sweet. He knew what he wants and he goes after it. He doesn’t care if Kari stands on the opposite side of the courtroom, he wants her. Kari battled between her job and her heart, which does she choose?/0/85443/coverorgin.jpg?v=74b0f6e3efc4ea115210c7a6543a82b3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Last Regret: A Wife's Escape
The key turning in the lock was my daily alarm, signaling Ethan' s return and the inevitable judgment that followed. "Ava? Are you here?" he' d call out, his voice sharp, immediately spotting the dinner plates from last night. Then his gaze would drift to the piled-up breakfast dishes, and the familiar annoyance would seep into his tone. "Seriously? I work a twelve-hour day, and I come home to this? What have you been doing all day?" My usual apologies, my explanations of morning sickness and dizziness, died on my tongue. Not anymore. I just watched him, the familiar coldness spreading through my chest. "There," he' d said, not looking up from his phone, after sending me $5,000. "Go buy yourself something nice. A new bag or something. Maybe that' ll make you feel better." For nine years, money was his solution to everything, a payment for my silence. But as I stared at the notification, the money meant nothing. My eyes landed on his phone, and it wasn' t my picture, or our daughter Lily' s, on his lock screen. It was another woman, Chloe, kissing his cheek, his genuine smile a stark contrast to the irritation he'd shown me for years. "Let' s get a divorce," I said, my voice quiet but clear. He scoffed. "Is this about the dishes? Your hormones are all over the place. Just take the money, go shopping tomorrow, and you' ll forget all about this." But then his phone buzzed again, and the truth solidified. "Don' t start," he warned, seeing my gaze on the screen. "I' m not starting anything," I replied, the words eerily calm. "I' m ending it." He walked away, taking a call, his voice suddenly soft and gentle. "Chloe is taking Lily to her piano lesson tomorrow." My blood ran cold. He was letting that woman, his mistress, get involved in our daughter' s life. He was replacing me, piece by piece, right in front of my eyes. "The baby is gone," I told him, watching his face drain of all color. He stumbled back, horrified, accusing me of lying. But the truth was, he wasn' t there for any of it – the high-risk appointments I went to alone, the emergency visit, or the miscarriage that followed. He was always busy helping Chloe. When I needed him most, he asked, "Which hospital? I' m busy, will try to stop by later." He never came. I had gone through it all by myself. "You… you killed our baby?" he gasped, his words like a slap. "Yes, Ethan," I said, the venom in my voice surprising even me. "If that' s what you need to hear, then yes. I killed it. Are you happy now? You' re free. No more inconvenient pregnant wife to weigh you down." He fell silent, his face pale. Where was the man who promised me forever, the one who held me when my father died, the one who vowed to protect Lily and me? I looked at this stranger wearing my husband' s face. "Because I' ve been alone for a very long time, Ethan. You just weren' t paying attention." The next day, in the hospital hallway, I saw her. Chloe. And then Ethan, his face a mix of surprise and guilt. He asked why I was there, not if I was okay. When he grabbed for my hospital file, it slipped, revealing "Surgical Abortion" in stark letters. Chloe gasped, feigning shock, while Ethan, blaming her, demanded, "Why didn't you tell me she was here?" "It doesn' t matter," I said, collecting the papers. "I' m still filing for divorce, Ethan. This changes nothing." "We' re not getting a divorce," he snapped, as Chloe moved to comfort him, subtly asserting her place. His eyes, however, fixed on a cardiovascular awareness poster behind me, his face paling, as if everything around him had vanished. But I didn't care. "I'll have the papers sent to your office," I said, walking away. This was the end. Two months later, I had moved in with Lily. Ethan fought me every step of the way, sending flowers I returned, texts I ignored. Then came the family gathering he called a meeting-a calculated ambush. His mother, Chloe, even Lily, were there. "Lily, honey, sit up straight," Chloe cooed, adjusting Lily' s collar, a gesture of ownership. Ethan' s mother beamed, praising Chloe as a woman who "knew how to take care of a family." Chloe then presented Ethan with a blood pressure monitor, cooing, "We can' t have you getting sick." But my heart seized when I saw Lily. Her knuckles were white, her right hand scratching anxiously at her left arm. A wave of dread washed over me. "I want full custody of Lily," I declared, cutting through their cheer. Silence fell. "You have no right!" his mother exploded. "After abandoning your family, you want to take his child away? What kind of monster are you?" "Is she fine, Ethan?" I shot back, my gaze locking with his. "Are you so blind that you can' t see how miserable she is? Or do you just not care?" I stood, ready to leave, his face flushing with embarrassment. "You' re making a scene," he hissed. "A scene?" I laughed, raw and angry. "You cheated on me while I was pregnant. You let me go through a miscarriage alone because your girlfriend had car trouble. You let this woman play mother to my daughter." He crushed the blood pressure monitor in his hand, a sharp crack echoing in the room. He looked at the broken device, then at me, a dawning horror in his eyes. It was the first time I had seen genuine remorse on his face. But it was far, far too late. "Get your hands off him," I told Chloe, who was rushing to his side. "You' re scaring her," Ethan said, trying to shield Chloe. "Good," I responded. He tried to justify his affair, claiming I was never there for him. "I wasn' t there for you?" I asked, my voice dangerously quiet. "For nine years, my entire life revolved around you. I managed your health for years, Ethan. You were so absorbed in yourself you never even noticed." His face went slack with shock. "You think I' m a monster?" I swept my gaze over his silent family. "Fine. I' ll be the monster. I' d rather be a monster who protects her child than a 'good woman' who lets her family be destroyed." "Lily. Come on, honey. We' re leaving." Chloe reached for Lily. "Lily, stay here with Daddy." Lily flinched, then shrieked, "NO! Don' t touch me! I don' t want to stay with you!" "What did you do to her?" I demanded of Chloe. Ethan tried to dismiss it as a tantrum. "That is not a tantrum, Ethan," I stated calmly, "That is fear." I pulled out the divorce papers. "Here are the divorce papers. I signed them this morning. I' m taking Lily with me. If you fight me, I will make sure every single person in this city knows exactly what kind of man you are, and what kind of 'caretaker' you left our daughter with." With Lily by my side, clinging to me, we walked out, leaving the ruins of our family behind. That night, alone with Lily, I saw them: faint, bluish-purple bruises on her arms, and raw, red scratches. Guilt, a crushing weight, suffocated me. I had been so consumed by my own pain that I hadn' t seen what was happening to her. I had failed to protect my daughter. I spent the next day making up for lost time, watching Lily' s joy as she fed giraffes, her laughter a balm to my soul. That evening, my friend Mark came over, seeing me finally free. He suggested setting me up with someone. "Slow down. I' m not even divorced yet. And I think I' m going to be single for a very, very long time." Then my phone buzzed. "Ava, pick up the phone. It' s Ethan. I' m using my mother' s cell." Another text followed. "Why aren' t you answering? Where is Lily? You have no right to keep my daughter from me." A hot flash of anger surged. He accused me of being a bad mother. I walked into Lily' s room, took a photo of the bruises on her arm, and sent it to his number. His immediate reply: "What is this?" I blocked him. The silence that followed was more satisfying than any argument. Life moved on. Work was good. My colleague, Ben, a bright, funny guy, constantly found reasons to talk to me. He even asked me out, offering me a ticket to an art exhibit. I gently declined. "Thanks, Ben, but I have plans with my daughter." The divorce was almost final. Any day now. I couldn' t wait to be free. The day the divorce was supposed to be finalized, Ethan was waiting for me at my office entrance. With Chloe. "Ava, we need to talk," he said, blocking my path. Chloe stepped forward, a forced, tight smile on her face. "Ava, I' m sorry. For everything. I' m really, truly sorry." Her performance was for him. I just stared, my face a blank mask. "Okay." He tried to stop me, a strange, desperate expression on his face. He looked broken, aged ten years. He reached out to touch my arm. I flinched. "Don' t touch me," I said, the words sharp and cold. The rejection hit him. Chloe, seeing her apology fail, jumped in. "He's just trying to do the right thing, Ava! Why do you have to be so difficult? He's been a wreck since you left!" "Shut up, Chloe," Ethan snapped. She was stunned. My phone rang, Lily' s school. "Mrs. Patterson? Lily… she' s missing." Panic seized me. "What do you mean, missing?" I shrieked. "How could she be missing?" I dropped everything, my keys clattering. Terror filled Ethan' s eyes, but all I could think was, He can' t find her before I do. If he found her, he' d use it against me. She was my daughter. I had to find her first. I sprinted through the streets, a frantic prayer repeating in my mind: Please be safe, please be safe, please be safe. My phone rang again. It was Ben. "I have her," he said quickly. "I have Lily. She' s safe." Relief washed over me so intensely my knees buckled. I burst into the cafe where he was with Lily, her face tear-streaked while sipping a hot chocolate. She ran into my arms, sobbing, "I was scared, Mommy. I wanted you." After I' d calmed down, Lily confessed. "Aunty Chloe came to school yesterday. She told me that you and Daddy were getting back together and that I would have to live with her again. She said if I told you, she would… she would lock me in the dark closet again." The air left my lungs. This wasn' t just neglect. It was abuse. A cold, hard rage settled deep in my bones. I took Lily straight to the police station. Then to a child psychologist. I filed a report against Chloe. I documented everything. Ethan fought me, furious. "You' re going to create a public scandal! This will ruin me! And it will traumatize Lily, dragging her through this!" "She' s already traumatized, Ethan," I said, my voice devoid of emotion except ice. "Because of who you chose to bring into her life. I don' t care about your reputation. I care about my daughter. This is over." I hung up. With the police report and psychologist' s testimony, the custody battle was short. I was granted sole and full custody. All of Ethan' s visitation rights were suspended pending a full investigation. The day the divorce decree was officially stamped, I felt nothing. I had expected relief, joy, freedom. But there was only quiet emptiness. Nine years of my life, a marriage, a family – all reduced to a signature on paper. The love had died so long ago there was nothing left to mourn. Ben appeared at my side, holding a single, bright sunflower. "I heard the news," he said softly. "I just wanted to say… congratulations. I guess." He handed me the flower. "For new beginnings." I looked at him, then at the school gate where Lily would soon appear. A new relationship was the furthest thing from my mind. "Thank you, Ben," I said honestly. "But right now… I just want to be on my own. With Lily. We need to heal." For the first time, my future was entirely my own. It was a blank page. And I was the only one who would get to write on it. A month later, Ethan was at my door, looking terrible, holding a file. "It' s about Lily," he croaked. He' d gone to her pediatrician, revealing a heart murmur that could be genetic. "My family has a history of heart conditions. She needs both her parents, Ava. She needs a stable home. We should get back together. For her." I stared at him, dumbfounded. He was using a minor, common health issue to manipulate me. "Are you insane?" "I' ve changed, Ava," he insisted. "I realize what I lost. Please… just give me one more chance." "No," I said, simple and absolute. "Why not? I know you still love me." I almost laughed. "Love you? Ethan, the love I had for you wasn' t a fortress. It was a house. And you took a sledgehammer to it, day after day, for years. You don' t miss me, Ethan. You miss having a wife." "That' s not true! It' s for Lily! A child needs her father!" "Lily needs to be safe. She needs to be happy. She doesn' t need a father who ignored her suffering and prioritized his girlfriend over her well-being." Lily appeared, her little face hardened. She ran to me, glaring at Ethan. "Go away. I don' t like you. You let the mean lady hurt me." Ethan flinched. The condemnation from his own child was more powerful than anything I could have said. "You heard her," I said softly. "It' s time for you to go." I closed the door, locking it. He stayed on my doorstep, slumped, head in hands, all night. A few weeks later, rumors trickled in. Mark told me Ethan' s work was suffering; he' d lost a major client. His family, of course, blamed me. Then, Chloe cornered me in the parking garage, looking as haggard as Ethan. "This is all your fault," she hissed. "He won' t even look at me anymore. All he talks about is you. What did you do to him?" "I didn't do anything, Chloe," I said, walking toward my car. "He did this to himself. And to you." "He loves me!" she insisted. "You know, Chloe," I said, turning to face her. "A man' s love is like a bank account… He emptied his account with me a long time ago. And it looks like he' s doing the same to you." She lunged, fingernails outstretched. I held up my phone. "I wouldn' t do that if I were you. The security guards are on their way. And this is all being recorded." She froze, then ran off, sobbing. I drove home, not giving her another thought. That night, a storm rolled in. The sky opened up, washing the world clean. The doorbell rang. It was Ethan, soaked, shivering, looking utterly hopeless. "Go away, Ethan," I said through the intercom, ignoring him. The next morning, the rain had stopped. I opened my front door and almost tripped over him. He was curled up on my doormat, unconscious, burning up with fever. "Oh, for God' s sake," I muttered. Against my better judgment, I called Mark. Together, we dragged Ethan inside and dumped him on my couch. I didn' t want the drama of paramedics. I just wanted him gone. A few hours later, he woke, disoriented. He tried to clean up the mess in my yard. "What are you doing?" I asked, annoyed. "I' m just cleaning up. I made a mess by being here," he mumbled. "Stop it. You' re sick. Just sit down." I gave him pills and water. "Take these. And then you need to leave, Ethan." "I can' t," he whispered. "I lost my job... My mother… she kicked me out. I sold the apartment. I have nowhere else to go." He looked up at me, a mask of shame and desperation. The powerful, arrogant man I married was gone. In his place was this… shell. A slow, sarcastic smile spread across my face. "Fine," I said. "You can stay. For now. You can sleep on the couch. But you' re going to work for your keep." He looked at me, confused. "Work?" "Yes," I said, my smile widening. "You can be the nanny." For two weeks, Ethan lived on my couch and worked. He cooked, cleaned, did laundry, took Lily to and from school, played with her, read to her. He was, for the first time, a full-time, hands-on parent. It was a perfect, sickening imitation of the life I' d always wanted. I watched him like a stranger, a hired hand. The emotional chasm was too vast. Lily remained wary. She was polite, but never offered him easy affection. One evening, as I tucked her in, she whispered, "I love you, Mommy. You' re the best mommy in the whole world. I' m glad we live with just you." Her words were a comfort, a validation. At the end of two weeks, I handed Ethan an envelope of cash. "What's this?" "It's your salary. For the two weeks of childcare and housekeeping services. Now your services are no longer required. You can leave." Humiliation and disbelief flooded his face. "Ava, you can't be serious. I did all this to show you I've changed." "You're a little late," I said, turning away. "Lily and I are going on vacation. We leave in an hour." Our bags were already packed. "Vacation? Where? Are you… are you going with that guy?" His jealousy was transparent. "Who I go with is no longer your business, Ethan." I didn't confirm or deny. I owed him no explanations. I took Lily' s hand. "Come on, sweetie. Time to go." We walked out. He followed us to the taxi. "Ava, please," he begged. "Don' t do this. Don' t leave me." I put our bags in the trunk. I looked at him one last time. "It' s not that I' m leaving you, Ethan," I said, my voice soft but final. "It' s that I already left, a long time ago. You just didn' t notice." I got into the taxi. He ran alongside, his face pressed against the window, forming my name. As the taxi pulled away, I watched him in the rearview mirror, a lone figure shrinking, until he was gone. Lily looked up at me. "Mommy, where are we going?" I smiled, stroking her hair. "Anywhere we want, baby. Anywhere at all." I was free. We were free. And our new beginning was waiting just for us./0/18488/coverorgin.jpg?v=6aa369f6b4323955d84c9435bbc7cff7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mystery of Love
Essie wakes up on her bed in the morning and is shocked to find an unknown good-looking man sleeping beside her. On the desk, she also discovers the marriage certificates bearing the names of her and this man. She tries to figure out what has happened and finds that it’s only a mistake. Yesterday, she was rejected by someone she loves and was told that he would be engaged to her deadly foe. In great despair, she went to a bar and met this guy. They drank a lot and played games. Under the influence of alcohol, they got married. However, it’s hard to get a divorce now because she wants to use the dramatic yet genuine marriage to keep her proud in front of her deadly foe. Would it be possible that they fall in love with each other in the future?/1/116574/coverorgin.jpg?v=fb5721e01c9aac7bc166e6fb61f1470c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Obsession With The Teacher
Elaine signed a strict Non-Disclosure Agreement right after a rough one-night stand with a rugged security contractor, agreeing that either party could walk away at any time. But just hours later at her kindergarten teaching job, the terrifying father of her most violent student walked into the principal's office. It was him. He wasn't a bodyguard; he was Damian Carlisle, a billionaire CEO who practically owned the city. Panicked, Elaine immediately invoked the NDA's termination clause and texted him to never contact her again. But Damian completely ignored the contract. He used his immense wealth to manipulate the school administration, forcing her into a mandatory, private home visit at his heavily guarded penthouse. He cornered her in empty school hallways, trapped her in his private elevator, and made his absolute dominance terrifyingly clear. "Contracts are only for people who are forced to follow rules. I don't follow rules." He even ruthlessly trained his five-year-old son in a boxing ring, showing no mercy, pulling Elaine deeper into his dark and violent family dynamic. She didn't understand why a man with limitless power would obsessively trap a modest kindergarten teacher. If it was just a physical transaction, why did he investigate her real identity, block every exit, and refuse to let her walk away? What exactly did this billionaire want from her? When she nearly fell down a flight of glass stairs trying to save his traumatized, sleepwalking son, Damian caught her, crushing her against his chest. Realizing she couldn't escape his high-tech fortress, Elaine decided to stop running and uncover the terrifying truth behind his obsession./0/86851/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106212701&imageMogr2/format/webp)
