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My Ex-husband Begs Me Back
640.0K·Lana CarrShe loved him for ten years. In order to marry him, she left everything behind. Getting married for one year, he asked her for divorce because of his first love. To keep the dignity, she agreed and said: "After divorce, we don't meet each other anymore." He replied: "Don't regret!" However, when the marriage ended, she did it. Years after, when she came back with a man, he begged:"Honey, go home with me!"
Ruthless Redemption: The Rise of Amelia
701.0K·Annypen/OdionAmelia Carter dedicated twenty years of her life to her husband, Richard, building his success while raising their three children. She sacrificed her dreams, her career, and her youth, only to be discarded like yesterday’s trash. On their anniversary, Richard introduced his secretary as the love of his life. Worse, their children sided with him, mocking her before she was thrown out of the home she had built. For eight months, Amelia disappeared. But she didn’t crumble. She rebuilt herself from the ground up, sharpening her mind, regaining her confidence, and forging a new identity, one that no longer lived in anyone’s shadow. Now, she returns as Amelia Vaughn, the formidable CEO of a global empire. And fate has handed her the perfect weapon: Richard’s failing company, desperate for an investor. When her ex-husband and ungrateful children kneel before her, begging for mercy, she only has one answer. Revenge. This time, Amelia isn’t here to forgive. She’s here to make them suffer.
Barren Heiress Returns With Quadruplet
22.0K·Havilworth“Sign them. Now!” He threw the papers across the bed and they fluttered in front of me, taunting me with words boldly spelled on them. Divorce. My blood had fizzled out. I refused to believe this was happening. I had never filled myself with delusions of Ezekiel ever loving me, but I had truly believed we could both tolerate our obligations to each other. Perhaps I was just blinded by love. “You're breaking this marriage because of Ellen? Because of my sister?” **** As though the death of her grandmother and a painful divorce weren’t enough torture for one day, Camille Manor stands frozen in the face of a family annulment. Letting go of her past life, she leaves for the States where she aims to start life afresh and raise her children not even the father knew about. Things change when she receives a shocking letter that changes everything. Now, after four years of staying away, Camille must return to London to face the lurking shadows of her past. But with her ex-husband back in her life, will her plans for revenge go smoothly? In the midst of exposing buried family secrets, she struggles to tame the feelings she still has for Zeke despite his betrayal while hiding his paternity over her children. Meanwhile, she takes down the Manor’s one by one in a bid to reclaim the honor that was once hers.
HIS
42.0K·Siano Blaccq⚠️ WARNING!⚠️ This book contains mature contents, vulgar words, violence, toxicity, and age gap differences, which may be triggering to some readers. ---- He added a second finger into her pussy and she let out a muffled moan. "You sure you don't want this? Your pretty little pussy seem to be betraying your words". She gripped the edge of the counter and shut her eyes tight, managing through gritted teeth. "I hate you,murderer". His jaw hardened and he stopped his movements with his fingers inside her. "Say it again". She wanted his fingers to move in her so badly, as pathetic as it may sound. She gritted her teeth again and let out. "I said I hate you, murderer! I wish you would just die and-ahh!". She yelped the minute his fingers left her panties and grabbed her to bend her over his knees as he sat on the tall stool there. "What are-ahh!". She yelped when his palm made a harsh contact with her bare ass. "Count!" He growled.
Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth
1.0M·Olivia MarshBefore rebirth, she was betrayed by the love rats. They harmed her mother, defiled her name, and plotted her wealth...... When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer the weak and deceitful girl. She had to revenge on the love rats!!
99 Stars Folded, I Fled the Mafia Don
1.0K·-On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart posted on Instagram: any single guy with a breakup screenshot gets a night with me. Then Dante Moretti dumped me — by text. She screenshotted it within seconds, stamped with a winking emoji: Sorry ladies — my boy Dante beat you all to it. The comments poured in. Aren't you scared Nora's gonna leave? He replied: She loves me too much to walk away. She wouldn't dare. I didn't scream. I didn't call. I reached for a strip of paper, folded it into a small, careful star, and dropped it into the glass jar on my nightstand. We made a deal once — back when things were still tender. Every time he chose her over me, I'd fold a star. When the jar hit ninety-nine, I'd walk. That was number ninety-five. Four more.
I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
409.0K·prefer_not_to_sayIn the aftermath of a wild company dinner, she—intoxicated and misguided—found herself in her boss's room... Whispers of his cold indifference to romance and his ruthless decisiveness were legendary, painting a grim fate for any woman who dared entangle with him. ... In one month: the sight of a positive pregnancy test sends her mind racing to one thought—she must run, now or never! As she makes a break for freedom, he's hot on her heels, turning her flight into a captivating chase where her wings are no match for his resolve!
No Roses Left to Burn
28.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
No Longer the Alpha’s Luna
1.0K·Leandro SalgadoI was expelled from the tribe and about to become a rogue. And the one who did all this to me... was my mate! The Alpha I loved for eight years marked my cousin the night before I was to be crowned Luna. What's even more ridiculous is that he wanted to forcibly mark me too! He wanted to have two mates! I couldn't tolerate betrayal, even if it meant risking my life to forcibly sever the mate bond. I left him, and he regretted it, crying and begging me to come back. I smiled slightly, "Goodbye, Alpha."
Fallen Heir Rising
62.0K·-Five years ago, he was the top scion of a prominent family, falsely accused and banished to the borderlands after a scandalous affair with a woman. Five years have passed, and he now stands as a military conqueror, only to receive the devastating news of his parents’ murder and the auctioning of his sister as a slave… Fueled by fury, he returns and fights his way back! However, upon his return, he discovers that the woman he had a one-night stand with in the past has given birth to a pair of adorable twins…
His Divorced Wife: A Legend of Wall Street
123.0K·Richard221"Divorce? Without me, you can't even support yourself," Chad mocked. She was once a brilliant singer who dazzled Carnegie Hall at age 11, Harvard Law's youngest legend, and the business queen of the Ainsworth empire—yet for love, she willingly retreated from the spotlight. After eight years of marriage, she became merely Chad's dispensable backdrop. Until the day she caught Chad embracing his lover in their marital bed, and heartbroken, she filed for divorce. Three months later, under the spotlight of a global charity dinner party, Amelia appeared in a custom gown by a world-renowned designer, stunning everyone. The Mayor of New York bowed to invite her, a Supreme Court Justice raised a toast in her honor, while Chad was blocked by security outside the red carpet—his company facing bankruptcy due to a mysterious acquisition. Medical records revealed that the bone marrow donor who once saved his life had signed as "Amelia Ainsworth."
Entangled With The Four
26·Okpara MichaelI came to Blackthorn Academy to disappear. No one here knows my name… or what I am. In a world ruled by bloodlines, power, and dominance, I was supposed to be just another student—quiet, invisible, safe. But everything changed the moment I met them. The Alpha Heir who refuses to be denied. The Feral One who looks at me like I’m temptation itself. The Strategist who sees far more than he should. And the Exiled Prince who knows exactly what I am. I didn’t choose them. And I sure as hell don’t want them. Because in this world, one mate is fate… Four is a death sentence. Now the bond is tightening, my power is waking, and the Council that wiped out my kind three hundred years ago is watching again. They think they can erase me like they did before. They’re wrong. This time… I’m not running.
After Reborn, I Become a Billionaire
560.0K·Isabella HunterTen years of marriage! She thought she had married the best man in the world. However, the man killed her and stole all her money. After reborn, she returned to 22 years old and become a billionaire. She will revenge!
My Reincarnated Wife Is A Little Too Sweet
255.0K·DeeAmanda Jackson is the daughter of a rich tycoon. She is framed by her stepsister on her engagement day, and she ends up in prison. An accident happens and Amanda dies, instead of finding herself in hell, she finds herself in her bedroom when she opens her eyes. It was the same day she was sent to prison. She thanks God for giving her another life and embarks on her journey to take revenge on those who made her suffer in her past life.
The Alpha's Abandoned Wife Vanished with Her Daughter
1.0K·-On the seventy-third night my Alpha mate went to her bed, she got pregnant. Seven years ago, on the night of the lunar eclipse, I dragged him out of a pool of blood. He said: "I owe you my life." Seven years later,his mother announced before the entire pack—my six-year-old daughter, Willow, no longer deserved to call him “Daddy.” On my daughter’s birthday, he tricked us into coming to his engagement ceremony. She let go of my hand, ran forward, and called out “Daddy.” He shoved her to the ground in front of everyone. I watched her stand up by herself, brush the dust off her dress, and give an awkward little curtsey:“I’m sorry, Alpha Thorne. I was out of line.” In that moment, my daughter's heart died. Mine had died long ago. walked out that door with a smile, holding my daughter in my arms, and glanced at the plane tickets I had booked seven days earlier. But this time, Willow and I would never look back.
The Alpha's Unacknowledged Mate
11.0K·-I spent five years as Cain Blackwell's most loyal enforcer—his Beta, his shadow, the she-wolf who kept his borders clean while he slept easy. And five years warming his bed in the den no one knew I had a key to. On the night of the Blood Moon Gala, his ex sent me a photo. Her nails tracing his back. His back. The same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: Some things never change. ? That's when I understood. Every tender thing he'd ever done to me in the dark—she'd taught him first. So I photographed the territorial charter I'd been sitting on for three months—the one that transferred the entire Western Range to me—and sent it back. Enjoy him. I just took half his hunting grounds. Then I packed one bag and drove north. Ironhollow was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
His Mafia Vow: Ashes of a Broken Wife
501·-Three years after remarrying Damian Voss, I watched him drape a blood-red ruby necklace around another woman's throat in the VIP suite of Elysium — the same necklace he'd flown to Paris to bid on, four days before our anniversary. He didn't know I was standing twelve feet away, half-hidden behind a velvet curtain, with a camera in my hand and divorce papers already drafted in my lawyer's inbox. He didn't know the woman smiling beneath those rubies had once sold lap dances for two hundred dollars a pop at a club on the south side — or that every shy glance, every reluctant whisper, every I'm not that kind of girl she'd ever fed him was rehearsed to perfection. He didn't know that this time, I wouldn't scream. I wouldn't throw a glass. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of watching me bleed. I would simply leave. And I would take everything with me on the way out.
On My Wedding Day, I Married the Don’s Deadliest Enemy
153·-I was Elara Ricci. The don's daughter. The woman Nico Ferrante flew across an ocean ninety-nine times just to watch from the street below her window—and I called it love. He spent five years building a replacement while I was gone. And when I came home to nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine roses with my name on every card, I walked straight into the most carefully arranged humiliation of my life. He let them hit me at my own welcome-home dinner. He stood in the room while his soldiers put me on the floor. And when three men had me blindfolded in a warehouse and called him for ransom—he told them they had the wrong woman. So I made one call. To the man who'd been waiting. And then I got married. Nico knelt on my father's floor and took ninety-nine strokes just to ask where I'd gone. The answer was: somewhere he couldn't follow. Some men only understand what they had after they've destroyed it themselves.
From Copilot to Captain: I Left My Ex Behind
905·-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.
I Sent the Don’s Baby Back to Him
349·-The night before the wedding, the most feared Mafia don in Chicago told me he'd fallen in love with someone else. I made him choose. He chose me—or so I thought. But for an entire year, he called out her name in his sleep. He crashed her wedding and carried her away in front of everyone. And when I was lying in the hospital losing his child, I made thirty-seven calls. He picked up once—and on the other end, I heard her breathy little moans. Then I discovered our marriage certificate was forged. His promised "anniversary trip" was nothing but a ruse—designed to get me out of the way while he married her at the courthouse. So I made my own choice. I preserved the embryo and arranged a special delivery. The moment he and his new bride walked out of the registrar's office, my gift would arrive right on time. By the time he opened it, I'd be at thirty thousand feet. It took him three months to find me. He knelt in the Paris rain, begging me to come back. But some love, once you let go, can never be caught again.
