Forget Past for New Romance

For the sake of his childhood crush, Mauricio had left me countless times. We were just about to sign our marriage license at the courthouse when a call from Aurora—the same Aurora he always rushed to—came through. I held his hand tightly, desperation in my eyes. "Can't you stay? Just until we finish signing the papers, please?" The photographer was urging us to get ready for the pictures. Mauricio looked dashing in his tailored suit, tall and handsome. But his face lacked any joy or excitement you’d expect from a groom-to-be; all I saw was worry for another woman. "Sweetheart, let's come back another day. Aurora's not feeling well; I need to check on her." Not feeling well again? The same excuse he'd used to leave me five times in just one week?

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"Can't you stay? Just until we finish signing the papers, please?"

The photographer was urging us to get ready for the pictures. Mauricio looked dashing in his tailored suit, tall and handsome. But his face lacked any joy or excitement you’d expect from a groom-to-be; all I saw was worry for another woman.

"Sweetheart, let's come back another day. Aurora's not feeling well; I need to check on her."

Not feeling well again? The same excuse he'd used to leave me five times in just one week? The party girl who spent her nights out dancing and drinking was now acting like a fragile damsel—and my boyfriend just couldn't see it. I pleaded with him, holding onto his hand, begging him not to go.

"Please, just this once, can't you stay? We're supposed to get married today!"

But it was as if Mauricio was under Aurora's spell, turning the tables and blaming me for not being understanding.

"Her condition is serious; how can you compare your issues to that? Why can't you be more understanding, like Aurora?"

With a forceful jerk, he pulled his hand away from mine, walking out of the courthouse without a backward glance. I was left there, heartbroken and sobbing uncontrollably.

In that moment, my heart shattered. Memories of the countless times he had left me flashed through my mind. I pictured Aurora holding Mauricio’s hand, mocking me as the jilted bride.

My tears ruined my carefully applied makeup as I cried until I passed out. Perhaps if I became as delicate and "considerate" as Aurora, he might comfort me. Would Mauricio ever regret this? Would he ever treat me with the kindness he showed Aurora?

It didn’t matter anymore. I knew there was no future for us. When I came to, I realized I had lost my memory—but of all the faces I could remember, Mauricio’s was the one I'd forgotten.

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I came home early because I was happy. That was the simple, stupid truth of it. I had spent the afternoon roughing out sketches for the spring collection—clean lines, asymmetrical draping, a whole series built on the interplay of shadow and light—and they were good. I knew they were good the way you know sometimes, deep in your hands before your brain catches up. I wanted to show Tate. I wanted to see his face. I still wanted that then. The Snyder penthouse was quiet when I stepped off the elevator. The entry hall smelled like cedar and cool air, the way it always did in October. I set my bag down and slipped off my shoes out of habit, the marble cold through my socks.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

Caught In The Wrong Marriage With My Mr. Right

7.6

At first, she figured she was signing a marriage agreement, just a checkbox. As the empire's heir, he said he'd claimed a wife only to dodge his family's arranged match. Both of them missed that the document had bound them. A certified marriage certificate arrived, and she waved it off as a clerical glitch-until the same elusive tycoon appeared at her sister's engagement, his name matching hers. Their "sham" turned into a feud: her modest family hid the scandal, and his ruthless family pushed her out. Each time she tried to annul it, the threat of divorce grew sharper, like a trap closing in.

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8.1

Faked Death for Freedom

8.1

In a desperate attempt to get rid of the child I'd carried for eight months, the supposed rightful heir dragged me down the stairs. When I woke up, I was met with the doctor's sympathetic gaze. "I'm sorry, Miss O'Brien, but the baby didn't make it." His words barely sank in as I stumbled out of the hospital room, feeling lost and broken. Near the operating room doors, I overheard a chilling exchange between Eithan and his assistant, Luis. "Mr. Gonzalez, that baby could have survived. Why did you take its blood to save Lara?" Luis asked. "That little brat was never meant to be," Eithan replied coldly. "Ha, Amiyah can't even name the father of that brat. How can such a disgraceful woman continue to live?" "She might as well be dead and spare the Gonzalez family the embarrassment." I stood frozen, the cold reality settling into my bones.

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9.6

Framed By Betrayal: Billionaire's Possessive Contract

9.6

Haylie waited nervously at the Wall Street charity gala for her boyfriend Bryan, but a spiked drink hit her hard, leaving her stumbling into a VIP lounge. There, Chester Steele, the ruthless CEO of Steele Industrial, found her—drugged and vulnerable. What started as a frantic claiming in the shadows ended with him whispering she was his. But moments later, a security alert shattered everything: data breach traced to Haylie's terminal. Chester's fury exploded. He saw her brush past a Logan Group rival on footage and dumped her in the rain, firing her as a corporate spy. Bryan answered her desperate call with ice: "It's over." Reporters swarmed her door, branding her a traitor. Arrested at the office by FBI agents, she watched smug coworker Erin wave goodbye. Thrown in a cell, chained and grilled with fake evidence—offshore accounts in her name—Haylie learned the worst: charges now included her sick father, Ernest, framed for laundering the leak money. Plead guilty or he dies in prison. Innocent and raging, she couldn't fathom who planted it all—the gala bump, the logs, the forgeries. Why her? Who hated her enough to destroy her life? Chester burst in, posting unlimited bail but forcing her signature on a slave contract: live in his penthouse, serve him 24/7. As she collapsed in his arms, trapped in his gilded cage, Haylie vowed silently—she'd uncover the real traitor and make them pay.

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7.4

His Plaything Became the Heiress He Can't Touch

7.4

For three years, Carol Bright was Edward Dawson's secretary and stepsister by day, and his secret lover by night. To him, she was just a game-disposable, forgettable, never meant to be loved. When Edward announces his engagement to someone else, he expects drama. Instead, Carol disappears from his life without a word. Now, she's no longer his. She's the heiress of the powerful Bright family-admired, untouchable, and far beyond his reach. Then he sees her with another man. She slips behind closed doors. The lights go out-and she never returns. That's when Edward realizes he's made the biggest mistake of his life. The woman he once thought he owned is now the one he can never have again.

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8.2

I Divorced Him When He Chose His Mistress Over Dying Mom

8.2

Adrianna was caught in the turbulent waves, barely escaping with her life, while my husband was off tending to his first love, who suffered a mere bruise in a minor car accident. Standing outside the intensive care unit, I called him. “Honey, Mom’s not doing well. She’s waiting to see you one last time.” He thought I meant my mother. His response was impatient and irritated. “If your mom’s not well, that's her problem. I’m just her son-in-law, not her son. I don’t have time to come over.” “Reyna was in an accident and has a scratch on her leg. I need to be with her.” He hung up the phone and blocked me. That night, Adrianna passed away, and I handled her affairs alone.

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Forget Past for New Romance

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