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Thirty Days Before Goodbye
330·Queen GeorgeNatalie Hale spent five years loving a man who never learned to look at her. When Ethan Cole's first love returns and he asks for a divorce, Natalie doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She asks for one month, thirty days for him to fulfill every promise he made and never kept. A candlelit dinner, a drive-in movie, an amusement park in autumn, Small things. The things that were supposed to mean us. He agrees, then he cancels and then he lies. Then she waits alone, again and again, learning in real time what she already knew in her bones, she was never his priority. But something shifts during that month. He begins to see her: her beauty, her grace, the way a room moves when she enters it. Too late, too slow, and far too little. On the thirtieth day, Natalie signs the papers, leaves a cup of coffee on the counter made exactly to his taste, and walks out the door. Three years later, she walks back in not to him, but into the same room. Radiant, accomplished and accompanied by a man who has never once made her wait. And Ethan Cole finally understands the difference between losing someone and letting them go. He let her go. She lost nothing.
Where I Belong
3.0M·RV.ElliottAva Mendez...Smart, sweet and one of the most loyal girls you will ever meet. After just having graduated from medical school becoming a qualified doctor Ava was looking for a job. Living at home with her mom 23 year old Ava was bored. All her life Ava was always buried in a book, her school work always came first and now with her having made her dream come true she was moving onto bigger things. Ava always felt something was missing in her life, had been since she was 7 years old. Her father. Frances 'Franko' Mendez president of the infamous Devils Due motorcycle club (mother chapter). Franko is a powerful and dangerous man who ruled over all Devils Due worldwide. He is highly respected but mostly feared by other MCs.Follow Ava through her journey of being thrust into a world where she doesn't belong. Ava was in search for her father but what she didn't expect to find in a club full of criminals was love.
From Bridal Gown to No Return
318·-I was standing in a wedding dress when Braxton's best friend tagged me in the group chat. "Cielo. Invitations go out day after tomorrow. You still haven't noticed the bride's name isn't yours?" I stared at my reflection. White lace. Fitted bodice. My mind went blank for a second. Then Braxton's childhood friend jumped in with a voice message. "I bet Braxton you wouldn't figure it out till you saw the invite. He switched the bride's name to Kinsley." "Cielo, babe, your head's way too far in the clouds. Tell him to fix it. Or is this wedding not happening?" I pulled the dress off slowly. A cold wave crawled up my spine. Kinsley was Braxton's first love. The untouchable dream girl of their circle. But marrying me—that was the vow Braxton swore in front of both families. He pushed for it. Promised it. And somewhere between booking the venue and choosing the flowers, my dignity became their bet. "Braxton, you absolute bastard. I bet she breaks down." "I bet she pretends she didn't see it. Loser covers all the booze for next month's yacht party." My phone lit up with a notification. Special follow. Kinsley had posted photos in a limited-edition wedding gown. *Shoutout to someone who pulled three all-nighters and called in every favor to get me my dream dress. You made my wish come true.* Braxton replied with a heart emoji. I tapped the post. Liked it. Then I deleted the wedding planning group, climbed into my secondhand Jeep, and pointed it west. No wedding. Time to see what was out there.
That Night My Boss Left Me With Our Three Babies
64.0K·Hayden BlakeOlivia Prescott married Victor Leer for three years, but it ended in divorce, leading to ridicule from the entire Seacrest community, labeling her as a forsaken woman of high society. Six years later, Olivia returned to her homeland with her twins and transformed herself into a renowned international divine healer. Countless people flocked to her, hoping to marry her. Suitor number one said, "Miss Prescott, do your children need a father? Look at me, how about considering me? If you agree, I will treat them as my own." Suitor number two exclaimed, "Miss Prescott, from the moment I first saw you, I was captivated by your beauty and talent. I am willing to give my all and love you for a lifetime. Mr. Leer may not value you, but he is blind. I promise to never leave your side!" At that moment, a little girl appeared, clinging to Olivia's leg and said, "Mommy, Daddy has been kneeling on a washboard for three days and nights, asking if you're no longer angry. If you're not, he wants to remarry you."
A Deal With My Hockey Captain Stepbrother
1.0K·Kilimo Roses "We shouldn't be doing this, Jax," I release a shaky breath, my eyes half-shut, my mouth partially open as I fight the burning desire that is threatening to burn me whole. "I know. I know. But I can't seem to hold back the desire no matter how hard I fight it. It's consuming me, Eliana. I want you so bad. Every single part of you. Everything. Right now, right here." He said, his hot breath fanning my face and sending a forbidden shiver down my spine. "Please tell me you want me too. You want me as badly as I want you. Tell me that your body is burning for me to touch you..." I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart. He knows damn well that I want him as much as he wants me and he was daring me to say it loud. God, I hate that I want him so badly. __________ After her boyfriend, Ethan, betrayed her after years of helping him with hockey training and being a supportive girlfriend, Eliana decides to make him pay. And the only person who can help Eliana revenge against her scum ex-boyfriend is her stepbrother, Jackson Harrison, her ex-boyfriend's biggest team rivalry. Eliana has no choice but to team up with her Jackson in order to defeat her ex-boyfriend's hockey team. They make a deal: She'll help Jackson to learn Ethan's weaknesses and he agrees to the deal because it's beneficial to him too. He really needs to win against Ethan's team to qualify for the champions. The Deal is simple and straight to the point, and Eliana is so focused to get revenge against her ex-boyfriend. However, what Eliana never realized was that she had made a deal with the devil...
TAMED BY MY HOT MAFIA STEPBROTHER (18+)
2.0K·Jannie“I’m crazy,” she whispered, voice low. “You can’t handle me. I’ll ruin you.” “Ruin?” He chuckled, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips. “If you’re crazy, I’m worse. And as for ruin—I don’t mind finding that out in my bed.” Delancey is crazy. Bratty. Guarding her heart after a lifetime of lies told by men. Her father’s death left her spiraling—grief tangled with vengeance. To everyone else, she’s unstable. Dangerous. Too much. But Kaius Andrei Gavrilov sees her. Mafia don. Rule maker. Rule breaker. And now—her stepbrother. Wanting her is forbidden. Taking her could destroy everything their families built. But punishment has never stopped a man who makes his own rules.
I am no longer the secret lover of the godfather.
2.0K·D.D.I was Ricardo Conti's secret mistress for ten years. For ten years, I was his shadow, his weapon, the person who came whenever he called. I always thought that maybe one day, I could become his true partner. However, after we slept together, he told me he was getting engaged to someone else. In that moment, I finally understood—I was nothing more than an asset he could put away and use whenever he pleased.
With White Wolf Bloodline, I Left the Alpha
444·D.D.I was the secret guardian of his pack for ten years. Now, he’s demoting me to serve his new bride. He has no idea that exiling me is signing his own tribe’s death warrant. I am Lyra Moonfall, the last heir of the White Wolf lineage. I hid my true power, quietly soothing his warriors, calming the moon-madness, holding his fragile kingdom together—all while waiting for him to see me. Instead, he announced his political marriage and ordered me to become her personal maid. My decade of devotion, worth less than dust. So I walked into the frozen wastes he condemned me to. And here, I will rise—not as a Luna begging for scraps, but as the queen of my own sanctuary. Let his empire crumble without its foundation.
She Faked Her Death to Escape the Alpha
9·Answer"Hannah, I need you to fake a private plane crash for me. So I can leave Julian Wright for good." At my request, Hannah's jaw nearly hit the floor. She doubted her own ears—just like when she'd first heard we were getting married. A lone wolf wandering the mountains and the heir to the ancient pure-blood Blackthorn Pack—two people from completely different worlds. No one could have imagined we'd end up together. The Blackthorn Pack was one of the oldest pure-blood wolf lines on the continent. Every member could perfectly control their shift between wolf and human form, their bloodline so pure that under the full moon, their fur displayed an almost jet-black sheen. And me? A defective lone wolf who couldn't even complete a full shift. In wolf society, my status ranked lower than even the omegas of ordinary packs. People had talked endlessly. Some speculated Julian was just looking for novelty. Others guessed he pined for some unattainable first love, and I was merely a substitute. Still others bet he'd married me on a dare. But over three years of marriage, Julian proved through his actions that there was only one reason for our union: he loved me. Loved me to the point of madness. Back then, Julian had fallen for me at first sight and immediately launched an aggressive pursuit. Beyond showering me with gifts, he donated billions to national charities in my name. He built training academies across the country, all named "Collins Academy," dedicated to training defective wolves like me—those without pack protection who couldn't fully shift. He wanted every wolf in the world to know me, to be grateful to me, so that if I ever faced trouble, someone would reach out to help me wherever I went. To spend more time with me, this pure-blood Alpha who could complete his shift in three seconds forced himself to work part-time jobs alongside me for two years. Food service, handing out flyers, sorting packages... Those hands that could tear apart prey in wolf form became callused. With that kind of devotion, he finally won me over. But the vast gap in our bloodlines meant the Blackthorn Pack adamantly opposed our union. In wolf tradition, a pure-blood Alpha bonding with a defective lone wolf was seen as a stain on the bloodline. To gain approval from the Pack Alpha and the Council of Elders, he endured pack law sixteen times. Blackthorn pack law was brutal and ancient—on the night of the full moon in the hunting grounds, three elder wolves would lash his wolf form with silver whips. Each strike negated the self-healing ability wolves took such pride in, leaving permanent scars. I'll never forget that night. Moonlight pooled like water as Julian shifted into a massive black wolf under the pack's watchful eyes, his amber gaze fixed steadily on me. The silver whip fell, accompanied by heart-wrenching howls, blood staining the moonlit grass. When that proved useless, he did something that shocked the entire wolf community—before the Moon Temple, he sliced open his wrist and swore a blood oath, renouncing all inheritance rights to the Blackthorn Pack to establish his own line. Once a wolf's blood oath was sworn, it could never be revoked. Those who broke it would lose the Moon Goddess's protection and never find peace. Wolves in our circles thought he'd lost his mind—such a shrewd Alpha, now giving up everything an ancient pack offered for a defective lone wolf. The Blackthorn Pack had no choice but to acknowledge our bond at the marking ceremony. After the ceremony, he replaced all his staff with males. Though I'd never asked, he still reported his schedule meticulously, even giving up the pack's full moon hunts to stay home with me, unable to fully shift as I was. But no one except me knew that this perfect Alpha had fathered twin cubs with another she-wolf behind my back, building an entire other family.
Betrayed Before the Apocalypse: My Revenge Bunker
218·-Three weeks before the dead walked, I knew two things: the world was ending, and my husband planned to let me die. My prophetic dream showed it all—the virus outbreak, the infected tearing through Seattle, and David locking me out of our fortified home while his mistress cowered inside. He thought I was weak. Expendable. A burden he could sacrifice when survival meant choosing between his wife and his lover. He was wrong. While he hoarded supplies in our basement shelter, I was building something better. A fortress. An army. A future without him. Now the outbreak is here. The infected are rising. And when David comes crawling to my gates, begging for mercy... He'll learn that the apocalypse isn't the most dangerous thing he should have feared. I am.
The Pharmaceutical Husband’s IVF for His Friend’s Widow
35·-When I discovered I was pregnant, I was about to tell my husband Alexander the good news. But then I saw an Instagram post notification—a pregnancy test result. Two pink lines, black text on white background, with the father's name clearly written: Alexander Grant. The poster was Evelyn Shaw. The widow of his "deceased friend." Her caption read: "Thank you for donating your sperm and personally performing my IVF procedure, Alex. I'll never be alone again." In that moment, my hands began to tremble. I immediately called Alexander: "Give me an explanation." He was silent for a few seconds, his tone as calm as if he were speaking at a board meeting. "Ethan was my best friend! He died, leaving his wife alone. I just wanted to help her fulfill their wish." In that moment, I knew—this marriage needed to end.
The Alpha's Discarded Luna: A Fated Rebirth
153·SumsumAt the victory celebration, the air crackled as my Alpha mate, Kael, paraded his old flame, publicly declaring his rejection and stripping me of my Luna title. My smile was a chilling promise: "One last chance. Think carefully."
The Gold Bars My Husband Gave His Mistress Were My Dowry from My Father
963·-I was having afternoon tea when I stumbled upon a video. 【My billionaire boyfriend gave me a beachfront villa, plus custom gold bars engraved with my initials!】 【He says it’s just pocket change from his family. Is this man marriage material?】 The video went viral. Comments flooded in, all envying her luck. I thought it was just another flexing influencer—until I zoomed in on the engraving and froze. That was my daughter Lia’s initials. The villa’s deed number matched the one in my personal trust file. How did my prenup assets turn into her boyfriend’s love tokens? ……
My Husband’s Dirty Secrets
143·-Less than a month after the funeral, my marriage quietly began to crumble. “My best friend is gone, and his wife is pregnant. She has no one to rely on.” Ethan Lawford stood at the door with Clara Lewis beside him, his voice calm—too calm. “She’ll stay here for a while. I promised Lewis I’d take care of her.” He carried her luggage in himself, the same hands that used to hold me when he came home late from the firm. Now they carried another woman’s life into our home. At first, she was quiet. Fragile. Then she began to fill the house with her presence. She brought him coffee at midnight, murmuring, “You’ve been working too long, Ethan. You need rest.” She lingered at the office doorway when he drafted case briefs, her eyes soft, full of grief and gratitude. And every time, Ethan looked at her with that same patient sympathy— the kind that used to belong to me. I wasn’t naive. I used to be a lawyer too. I recognized every emotional manipulation she deployed. The evidence was all there—motives, opportunity, execution. But what hurt most wasn’t her tactics. It was that Ethan never once objected. He gave her the guest room first. Then he gave up our bedroom. And me? I became the stranger walking past two people who shared whispered grief behind closed doors. Three years ago, I’d quit my position at my father’s investment firm to support Ethan’s career. I funded his dream of opening his own law office. Now, standing in the same home built from my father’s money, I watched him give it all away—to her. I dialed a number with shaking hands. “Dad,” I said, voice low but steady. “I want a divorce.”
From Copilot to Captain: I Left My Ex Behind
918·-I spent five years as Noah's copilot, and five more as his secret lover that couldn't be acknowledged. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a text: "Guess which position we just unlocked?" The photo showed the exact move Noah had me try in bed last week. That moment, I understood—every trick he knew, she'd taught him. I took a picture of the captain transfer papers I'd hidden for three months and replied: "Congrats. But while you're busy unlocking new positions, I'm charting a flight path he'll never catch." Then I signed my name—bound for Seattle, captain of GF028. Five years of playing second fiddle ends here. From now on, I fly east, he flies west. Thirty thousand feet up, our paths will never cross. I'm my own captain now.
The Don I Brought Down After My Mother Died
120·AnswerAfter Marco Ferrante and I remarried, a joke began circulating through Sicilian high society — one dripping with irony: rather than praying to God for good fortune, you'd be better off making a wish to Sofia. They called me the greediest woman the Ferrante family had ever taken as a wife. The day after our remarriage, I took my seat at the far end of the long dining table. With Marco and several family elders looking on, I calmly announced a new rule. "Starting today," I said — my voice unhurried, my tone light, yet leaving no room for negotiation — "anyone in this household who says the name 'Chiara' in my presence owes me one hundred thousand."
My Husband, Her Lawyer
2·guotongOn my grandmother's birthday, my own sister ran her over with a car. I meticulously assembled every link in the chain of evidence, determined to bring justice for my grandmother's soul. But my lawyer husband changed his mind at the last minute. In court, he defended her instead, claiming I had framed her.
The Mafia Heir That Wasn’t Mine
1.0K·Z·NyraThe day I planned to tell my husband I was pregnant, his late brother’s widow showed up with a belly—claiming the father was my husband. He defended her, called me worthless, and in the hospital… he kicked hard enough to end my own pregnancy. The next day, she walked into my home wearing my wedding ring and carrying his “heir.” Everyone thought I was finished—but they had no idea that from that moment on, I had only one goal: to make them pay a price far worse than betrayal.
The Don's Betrayal, My Freedom
3.0K·D.D.On our fifth wedding anniversary, I was about to hide the carefully customized gift in my husband's armory when I accidentally opened his hidden safe. Inside, there was no wealth or secret documents—just a bullet necklace engraved with strange hotel room numbers, and a diary filled with his obsession for another woman. I'd cleaned up his battlefields for five years, yet he used my loyalty to pave the way for his true love. It wasn't until I turned to the last bullet—"Night Before Proposal, Peninsula Hotel Sky Suite"—that I understood this marriage had been a tailor-made scam from the very beginning. So I initiated the Phantom Plan. After tearing off their hypocritical masks at the charity gala, I walked toward the cold coastline in the dead of night. ...Tonight, Keira Black will commit suicide by jumping into the sea, and the real me will disappear beneath the waves.
Never Betray the Mafia Donna
2.0K·AnswerOn my birthday, my Mafia husband left me and our daughter to cook a full Italian dinner at his lieutenant's apartment. In a video on social media, Vincent was tenderly placing food on Lena's plate, murmuring promises in a low voice. "Lena, from now on, I'll spend every birthday with you. I won't let you be alone." My daughter, Ella, was in low spirits, her eyes brimming with tears. I clenched my phone, gathered her in my arms, and walked out the door. When I showed up at Lena's apartment, Vincent frowned with irritation. "Didn't I tell you I wasn't coming home tonight?" "Why can't you and the kid just stay at the house? What are you doing here?" I didn't answer. I just asked, calmly: "Vincent. Tonight—are you choosing me and Ella, or are you choosing your lieutenant?" "Choose us, and you come home with me." I paused, then swept a cold glance at Lena. "Choose her, and we're getting a divorce."
