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The Beautiful Imperfections
Romance "KIERSON ..." I stopped walking when I heard Maria's voice.
"Hmm? What is it, Maria?" I heard my husband asked her.
I closed my eyes as I gritted my teeth with so much irritation. I took a deep breath and I tried to calm myself.
"I-I want ... I want to m-monitor our baby growth," she said sofly, she made sure that, there's a sadness on her voice.
I raised my eyebrow and shook my head, repeatedly. What does he want to release?
"Maria."
"Please ... Eson, I want to be with this baby for longer ... please ..." I clenched my fist because I was so angry.
"Maria ..." And why the h*ll her voice is so fre*king soft?! With feelings! D*mn you!
And how dare her called my husband 'Eson'? That's my only nickname for him! The amount she already claims!
Not because she is the mother of my husband’s eldest child is she entitled to that!
I am still a legal! I am his wife. I calm myself again.
"B-but ..."
"You don't want to? You don't want your baby to grow up with his real mother?! Kierson ... please ..."
I'm her biological mother, b*tch!
"Your son will be angry, when he finds out that Xena is not his real mother! K-kierson ... please. I'm begging ... I want my son to grow up with me... please ..." she pleaded and I know, she's crying now.
I could hear her sobs. Well, b*tch my husband and I talked about it. So there is nothing more you can do. Just accept the fact that you will be lost in our path, soon.
"W-what do you want, Maria, hmm?" No! Don't listen to her, Kierson!
"Separate your wife. Divorce her and marry me, m-marry me, Kierson and we can give our children a happy and complete life ..."
"M-Maria ..."
"Please! Divorce her or else! I will abort your child!" she said.
And it was as if a bomb had exploded in my head by hearing those words. W-what? Until now? are they still doing something while I'm turning around? I thought ... has he changed?
I felt the pain inside my chest ... I was caught there and a tear came down my cheek. Kierson ... how did you do this to me?
Do I think you already love me? I thought you would accept ...
"Yes ... yes, I'll divorce her. J-just stop crying. that will be with our child."
That's it. I lose, I lose him.
I'm Xena Carter-Mojeh, known as ruthless attorney, I'm a secret Mafia Queen and married with a f*cking playboy Dr. Kierson Mojeh. And this is my story ... Complicated.
HER TEARS
Romance "C-Cashren ..."
"Cervin ..."
I was shocked when I saw Cervin and ... Cashren on the veranda of our house.
I was already staring at my stand while looking at the two of them. There seemed to be thousands of needles stuck in my heart and suddenly it hurt badly.
The speed of its pulse and it was as if something was really squeezing him.
M-It hurts, it hurts. It hurts me to see them like this. They just stood and faced each other.
From where I was standing I looked up at the veranda on the second floor. I could hear what they were talking about.
"I miss ... you, babe. W-Where have you been?" Cervin asked in a weakened voice. There was also a hint in her voice that she was crying.
I didn't realize that my tears were already welling up and I was covering my mouth so that I couldn't let out my sobs.
"I-I've been looking for you, babe. I-I've been looking for you for a long time ..."
"Cervin ..."
My knees were weakening so I knelt on the grass just outside our mansion.
Or just their mansion? I don't belong here, eh. H-I'm not really a real family. P-But I admit that I have fallen in love with them.
"M-Mommy?" baby Cerae called me and looked at me confused but when she saw me crying she hugged me.
"Hush, mommy ..."
"Don't g-go anywhere, babe. H-Don't leave us my son. Please ... d-just stay here ..." Cervin said and he still felt sorry for Cashren.
Didn’t, Shin initially warn you not to fall for him? H-Don't love Cervin Raeson Vesalius because he has a legal wife and you, you're just his proxy wife.
P-But I couldn't stop m-love him, eh. I love him, that it hurts me too.
I fell in love with a man I loved in the first place. I fell in love with a married man.
A-The pain is over now ... I-He found his wife and I couldn't even prepare.
"I love you, Cashren. I l-love you, babe."
My heart was broken when I heard the words spoken by the man I loved that I dreamed he would say to me. That I dreamed I could hear from his mouth but I did hear it, though not for me.
I let go of baby Cerae's hug and I ran out.
"M-Mommy, don't go! M-Mommy ... I'm fine ... Don't m-leave me, m-mommy ..."
I no longer ignored Cervin’s son even though my heart longed not to leave him.
But this is my only choice ... I have no place in their house, I have no place in Cervin's heart. And I know she would rather have her son grow up with its real mother.
And I have no right to take it away. I'm no one, a nobody. And I'm st*pid, my t-nga because I love Cervin.
Runaway is a best choice and I left them.
I am Marshin Escalante, a young woman who just lived on the farm and became the proxy wife of Cervin Raeson Vesalius and this was the first chapter of my life.
SOMEDAY, I'LL BE GONE signing off ... I'll Be Gone
Romance "GOOD morning," I greeted the woman at the information desk.
"Good morning, ma'am," she greeted back and smiled.
"On which floor is Dr. de Cervantes?" I politely asked him and frowned at him.
"5th floor, ma'am. Who are they?" If before there was a smile on his lips, now he is frowning and looks ... angry?
"I'm Arthea Primero-de Cervantes. I'm his wife," I replied smiling and seemed proud to tell her that I was Dr. Cervantes' wife. of Cervantes.
"I'm not kidding you," he said without emotion and I frowned.
"Me either, I'm not joking around, miss. I just want to know where my husband's office is," I said and there was no emotion in my voice.
Do I look like I'm joking with him? Not really, ah? I just want to know which floor my husband's office is on. Ay! It's on the 5th floor! He says.
I was about to leave the girl when she stopped me.
"Dr. de Cervantes went out earlier with his wife, miss," he said and really emphasized the word 'wife'.
And at what he said it was as if a needle had sunk into my chest. Did I hear something wrong? Si ano? Is my husband with his wife? Seriously? E, I'm still here. Who is that wife?
"W-who?" I asked stunned.
"Jillian de Cervantes," she replied smiling.
Huh? Jillian? Jillian de Cervantes? When else did de Cervantes change his surname? And what? J-jillian?
Oh, yeah! Jillian, Jillian is his first love. I was holding onto my chest as I felt its pain more.
None of my own walked back and I didn’t even notice the tears I had falling from my eyes.
I was at the exit of the hospital when I saw my wife ... and she was with that woman.
"Thank you for the treat, babe," I heard Jillian say and I stopped walking.
"No problem, babe," my wife said with a smile.
He was really different when he was with Jillian. With this woman Lervin rejoices.
They were walking in my direction and I felt like I was stuck where I was. I can't move and I'm having a hard time.
Lervin stopped walking when he saw me and I was confused.
I started to walk and I did. But I also lost my balance and stumbled. I could feel the pain in my chin and I definitely had a wound from it.
Funny, I can’t stand it. I could not move my body.
"Miss, are you okay?" the man in front of me asked.
Do I look okay in this situation? That was what I would have said to that man, but even my voice I could not get out.
This is not the first time this has happened to me. Often, I lose my balance and often I can’t speak.
Why is it? Is something wrong with me? Am I not normal?
"Stand up, stupi-d." Tears welled up in my cheeks as I heard her cold voice.
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The Unwanted Wife's Flawless Spectacular Comeback
Hansiain Finley-moise For four years, Ellyn was the scarred, despised wife of billionaire Baron Hudson, enduring his cruelty with silent devotion.
But one night, after brutally forcing himself on her, he threw divorce papers at her bruised chest.
"Did you really think I could ever stomach looking at that hideous face of yours for the rest of my life?"
He kicked her out into the freezing rain because his flawless true love, Christine, was finally coming home.
To ensure Ellyn suffered, Baron froze all her bank accounts, wanting her to starve on the streets until she begged for his mercy.
Penniless and shivering in a rundown apartment, Ellyn discovered she was pregnant with his child, right as the news broadcasted him lovingly welcoming Christine at the airport.
Her heart died completely. She had given him ten years of her life, only to be thrown away like garbage.
But a shocking miracle happened: the intimate trauma had somehow triggered a biological cure, completely peeling away the ugly scar that had ruined her face for twenty years.
If the ruthless Hudson family found out she was healed and carrying the heir, they would steal her baby and destroy her.
Instead of taking his five-million-dollar hush money, Ellyn tore the contract to pieces, hid her newly flawless face, and vanished to Paris.
Four years later, the Hudson family's grand banquet was brought to a dead halt by a stunning, untouchable woman in a red trench coat and her genius three-year-old son.
Ellyn was back, and she wasn't the ugly duckling anymore. The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback
Zhi Yao For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties.
But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom.
Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot.
Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years.
"You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic."
My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support.
They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets.
I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life.
But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree.
Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate.
When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block. Sir, She's Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns
Leanora Tanouye My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant.
I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care.
Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient.
When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband.
He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter.
When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust.
I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child.
When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face.
"You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away."
He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back.
His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated.
They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive.
They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money.
I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call.
Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg.
Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke.
"Welcome back to the throne, Madam." The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Billionaire Revenge
Gray Matter For five years, I abandoned my status as the heiress of the powerful Montgomery family to play the role of a poor, submissive housewife for Barrett.
Then, a bank notification popped up on my phone. Barrett had forged my digital signature and transferred our entire $50 million joint trust fund to a woman named Crista Reid.
When I called his boardroom to confront him, he humiliated me in front of a dozen Wall Street executives.
"Stop acting like a hysterical housewife. You're living in a penthouse I pay for, so don't embarrass yourself."
I broke into his encrypted laptop and uncovered the sickening truth. Crista was his mistress, and they had a five-year-old son together.
Barrett hadn't just stolen my money; he had spent years painting me as a helpless charity case he rescued, completely erasing the fact that my financial models built his entire company.
He thought I was just a discarded peasant he could manipulate, cheat on, and replace. He truly believed he held absolute power over my life.
He had no idea that I still possessed the highest security clearance of the Montgomery empire.
I pulled an old BlackBerry from a hidden wall compartment, plugged it in, and dialed my family's lawyer.
"Draft the prenup for Commodore Clayton IV," I ordered, choosing to marry Wall Street's most ruthless predator. "I'm done playing the peasant." I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. My Accidental Billionaire husband
Favor V April They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, mine didn't.
I came back with a marriage certificate bearing a stranger's name, a ring worth more than my parents' love ever was, and a son whose father I've never seen, never known, never remembered.
I went to Vegas for a racing competition. I won. I celebrated. And somewhere between the victory and the sunrise, my life changed forever.
For six years, I've lived with the consequences of one reckless night. I built an empire. I raised my son. And I searched for the man who changed my life without even knowing it.
Then fate laughed in my face.
My sister married my ex-fiancé-the man I was promised to since childhood. The man I was supposed to become Mrs. Windsor for. The man who now wears my family name... and looks far too much like my child.
Every time I'm near him, the past presses closer. Every glance feels like a question I'm terrified to ask. I shouldn't notice him. I shouldn't feel anything. He is my sister's husband.
But some secrets refuse to stay buried.
Because the truth about Vegas isn't just in the ring on my finger or the child in my arms.
It's standing right in front of me.
And when it finally comes out, it won't just destroy a marriage, it will burn an empire to the ground.
Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father
Temple Madison I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires.
Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world.
My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets.
I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her.
The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money.
I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table.
"Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead." The Divorced Genius Wife Returns For Revenge
Xiao Ye Sloane Sinclair-Carlisle died in a fiery car crash, only to wake up in the weak, broken body of a girl named Nina White.
Before she could process her rebirth, a torrent of tragic memories flooded her mind. Nina had written the genius code that saved her husband Doug's tech company from bankruptcy.
But instead of gratitude, Doug stole her life's work, presented the billion-dollar algorithm as his own, and drove the desperate girl to swallow a bottle of sleeping pills.
"Nina, I swear to God, if you don't open this door in one minute, I'm kicking it down! I don't have time for your drama!"
Doug was pounding on the door, aggressively demanding she sign the divorce papers so he could marry his high-school sweetheart.
Downstairs, his mother and sister casually sipped tea, mocking Nina as a worthless beggar who was finally being thrown out.
They were celebrating their impending wealth, fully believing they could just erase her and leave her with absolutely nothing.
They thought they had completely crushed a timid, helpless victim.
They had no idea the soul now inhabiting this body belonged to a cold, unforgiving predator.
Sloane threw away the suicide note, put on a bold red dress, and decisively signed the net-zero divorce agreement.
She slapped the papers in front of her arrogant ex-husband and walked out into the night, ready to build her own empire and watch his stolen company burn to the ground. Craving for My Tyrant Husband
Cosme Seidel I was cheated on by my scumbag boyfriend.
On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card.
He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face-he only called me baby on video calls.
I ran to my best friend's house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him.
My best friend cried and begged me: "He's Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!"
But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I'll protect you" softly.
Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I'll go.
Not for the money, but to ask him to his face-
Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me? His Unwanted Wife: The Genius's Spectacular Comeback
Lan Zixin Dr. Christa Byrd is the perfect wife-brilliant, composed, and utterly invisible to her husband, Denny Sanford. While she builds the cutting-edge tech that props up his empire, Denny plays protector to his brother's "grieving" widow, Brittany, who carries his secret child and claims credit for Christa's work.
But at Curtis Sanford's memorial, Christa overhears a whispered conspiracy-Denny and Brittany plotting to seize the family trust through that unborn heir. The word that cuts deepest: harmless. Her husband sees her as a useful ornament, not a threat.
He couldn't be more wrong.
Christa is a scientist. She gathers data-patents stolen, budgets funneled, university letters forged. She exposes Brittany's fraud in the boardroom, then dismantles the Stardust Project. She confronts Denny in his own office, served with a warning: Stop protecting her, or I'll destroy everything you've built.
When he breaks his promise to their daughter on the day of Cora's riding championship, Christa makes her final move. She files for divorce, locks down her intellectual property, and prepares to reveal the full technical history of Aegis-the crown jewel that bears her name, not his.
Now Denny must choose: cling to his lies and lose his company, or face a wife who's no longer playing the fool. But Christa isn't fighting for revenge-she's fighting for her daughter, her legacy, and the freedom to be more than his unwanted wife.
The experiment is over. The comeback has begun.