After My College Bully Became My Lover

During orientation week, I found myself feeling isolated. The only person who actively tried to befriend me was Juliana Webb. She'd often say, "Kate, you're way too reserved. You should hang out with me more!" I thought she was helping me fit in, so when she convinced me to wear a crop top to a social event, I went along with it. At the orientation performance, she urged me to dance provocatively, saying it would catch the guys' attention. She even encouraged me to indulge in rich foods, claiming that the more I indulged, the luckier I’d get. I became the laughingstock of the college, while she was celebrated as the most stunning beauty in years. She went further, accusing me of using unauthorized electronics just when I was applying for a scholarship to cover my medical expenses, causing me to lose the funds needed for surgery. Before I died, I overheard her outside my hospital room mocking me with others. "She couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

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When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of freshman orientation, right in the middle of that awkward ice-breaker activity.

"Show us some moves! Show us some moves!" Everyone clapped and cheered, with Juliana Webb persistently nudging me.

"Come on, everyone's looking forward to your performance!" she urged, a sly smile on her face.

I squinted at her, letting out a dry laugh. "If you're in the mood to dance, feel free. I'm not interested."

She hadn't expected my refusal and stood there, taken aback.

"How can you not join in? Weren't you always keen on making friends with everyone? Besides, Micah Jones, the campus heartthrob, is in our group today. This is such a great chance, and you're just letting it pass by..."

Juliana clung to my hand with a firm grip. "You know, there's a big difference between people from small towns and those from the city. If you want to shed that small-town image, you need to blend in with the group."

I shook her hand off. "Oh? Does city life revolve around borderline dancing?"

"Why don't you show us how it's done then? I'm not really the best..." she faltered.

Juliana's expression stiffened. "You know I'm here on an arts scholarship."

Reading between the lines, I understood she couldn't dance either.

I pretended not to get the hint. "Oh, I'm well aware of your musical, artistic, and crafty talents, Juliana. You're fantastic with instruments, so I bet your dancing isn't half bad either."

"Go on, show us how city folks flaunt their talents! Let this country girl see how it's done!"

The chants grew louder around us. "Dance! Dance! Stop being so uptight!"

Seeing that I wasn't giving in, Juliana had no choice but to step up herself.

She walked toward the center of the group, and I noticed her legs trembling with every step.

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At twenty weeks pregnant, Ella Whitmore gets a hotel receipt from her husband's mistress—dated to her eighth week. Thirteen years, two daughters, a "family man" lie—all shattered. He begs, he serves water, mows the lawn, buys her juice. She thinks she's done feeling. But her brain keeps flipping back to the safe version of him. Until a phone call outside the delivery room proves: he never truly left the other woman. Would you stay?

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8.7

After My Husband Chose His Mistress, Our Son Died

8.7

I traced the ritual mark on my left ring finger, watching as the once-vibrant crimson had faded to a pale pink outline. Seven years ago, this mark had burned into my skin like molten fire as I bound my spiritual energy to Alexander Sterling. Now it was barely visible, like a scar determined to heal despite my reluctance to let it go. The late afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my penthouse study, bathing the room in golden light that did nothing to warm the chill that had settled in my bones. I'd chosen this room specifically for its view of Central Park—a small piece of nature amid Manhattan's concrete jungle, a reminder of the elements I'd once channeled freely before sacrificing my practice. A movement below caught my eye. Two figures strolled along the winding path, their body language unmistakable even from this height. Alexander's tall frame bent slightly toward the woman beside him, his hand occasionally brushing against hers in a gesture that appeared accidental but was anything but. Isabella Rossi tossed her head back in laughter at something he said, her long dark hair catching the sunlight. I pressed my palm against the cool glass, feeling the vibration of the city below.

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8.8

Betrayed Deaf Wife's Rebirth

8.8

The crystal chandelier cast dancing shadows across the marble floor as I moved through the celebration party, champagne flutes clinking around me like wind chimes. Three years. Three years of silence, and now every conversation, every whispered secret, every careless laugh reached my ears with startling clarity. "Jessica, you look radiant tonight," Mrs. Henderson from Douglas's company smiled warmly, her voice a melody I'd forgotten existed. "How wonderful that your hearing has returned." I touched the pearl earrings Douglas had given me this morning—another one of his thoughtful gestures that I'd treasured in my silent world. "Thank you. It's... overwhelming, actually. I'd forgotten how loud the world could be." Across the room, Douglas commanded attention as always, his tailored navy suit impeccable, his laugh booming over the crowd.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

Married to My Mother-in-Law’s Ex

9.7

When Bridgette Vance discovers her husband’s affair with her stepsister, her perfect world collapses in front of society’s cameras. Disowned, disgraced, and desperate, she flees to Monaco—only to encounter Thiago Bermudez, a powerful billionaire with ties far closer than she realizes. Thiago offers her a contract marriage: wealth, protection, and the chance to destroy everyone who betrayed her. But as Bridgette steps into her new role as Mrs. Bermudez, she uncovers shocking truths—Thiago was once her ex‑mother‑in‑law’s husband, and her ex‑husband’s former stepfather. What begins as a dangerous alliance for revenge quickly spirals into something darker and more intoxicating. Between betrayal, forbidden desire, and a family war that threatens to consume them both, Bridgette must decide: is she Thiago’s pawn, his weapon… or the one woman powerful enough to bring him to his knees?

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7.8

MY CEO REGRETS: CHASING HIS HEIRESS WIFE.

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She lost everything that day; Her three years of marriage, Her best friend's trust, And her two weeks old baby. ... "I want a divorce. I'm not in this marriage anymore." His voice dropped, as he moved closer. 'Divorce?' My world tilted. "Yes, my lawyer will send you the papers to sign." "No," I whispered, broken. "You can't be serious. Don't tell me you believed that lying bitch? This can't be happening. Not now. How could you bring this up today? We just buried my Papa a few hours ago, Lucian!" My voice was barely a whisper, alien even to my own ears, like my whole world was just, falling apart right there and then. ... The price of Lyra Jones's love was everything. She sacrificed her burgeoning career to become a devoted full-time housewife, only for her three-years marriage to Lucian White Jr. to explode in spectacular fashion. On the very day of her father's funeral, a betrayal of shattering cruelty occurred: her childhood best friend, Aryan, delivered a fatal lie that cost Lyra her husband, her reputation, and tragically, her week-old pregnancy. Abandoned and utterly broken, Lyra fled. Now she is back. Five years have passed, and Lyra has claimed her crown as the multibillion dollar CEO and Heiress of the Jones corporation. She didn't return for closure; she returned for retribution. And she will not rest until Lucian is stripped of his empire and Aryan is exposed to the world. They thought they buried the wife. Now, can they survive the CEO? Start reading now to witness the most ruthless corporate revenge of the year.

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8.0

My Fiancé Impregnated My Stepmother

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The scent of white lilies was suffocating. It hung heavy in the air of the Seattle funeral home, masking the damp scent of rain seeping in from the gray world outside. I stood at the mahogany podium, my knuckles white as I gripped the edges. One year. It had been exactly one year since my father, the titan behind Shaw Dynamics, had left me in this shark tank of a city. "My father believed in legacy," I said, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. "He believed that what we build outlasts us..." A sharp gasp sliced through the solemn silence. In the front row, Cassidy Moreno—my father’s widow, three years my junior—swayed dangerously. Her hand flew to her forehead, a perfect tableau of distress. Beside her, Archer Austin, my fiancé of five years, moved with a speed that betrayed instinct, not concern.

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