Freya Leaves Her Cheater

During the three years I dated Nikolai Lawrence, my friends gradually found their way to the altar. Spurred by their persistence, I was preparing to propose to Nikolai. As I was arranging the proposal venue, I stumbled upon him flirting with another woman: "Isla, I bought the cottage next to mine for you to enjoy. How do you feel about that?" Isla Gibson playfully teased, "If Freya finds out, she'd rip me to shreds." Nikolai scoffed, "Three years and still no baby in sight. Who knows if she even can have children? You, on the other hand, Isla, got pregnant after just a few attempts." I quietly walked away, and that night, I accepted my brother's suggestion for an arranged marriage. --- "Miss Carlson, do you think the hall needs any more decorations?" asked Malaya Mason, the wedding planner, looking at me sheepishly with ribbons and flowers in hand. I turned back to her with a faint smile, "No need, you've made the trip for nothing." Malaya quickly glanced at the couple passionately embracing in the hall and softly asked me again. I shook my head, confirming that no further decoration was necessary. Only then did she cautiously mention, "Miss Carlson, about the cancellation fee of twenty thousand..." Rainy Days Events is the top wedding planning service in the city.

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As soon as the call ended, I walked through the front door of my house. Seeing the room filled with belongings, a sense of discomfort washed over me. I pulled out some storage bags and began sorting through all the shared items I had naively bought.

"Freya, what are you doing?" Nikolai's voice interrupted my thoughts, catching me off guard.

I hadn't noticed he'd come back until he wrapped his arms around me from behind, his lips brushing the side of my neck. Snapped out of my daydream, I nudged him with my elbow, trying to free myself from his embrace.

Nikolai, mistaking my reluctance for playful resistance, picked me up and carried me toward the bedroom.

"When did my sweet Freya become such a little firecracker? So fierce, I must admit I like it," he said, desire gleaming in his eyes.

A wave of nausea rolled over me. It seemed Isla’s pregnancy might not be solid yet, so Nikolai had sought me out for entertainment. The thought of his unfaithful ways made my chest feel heavy, like a stone was lodged there.

"Nikolai, put me down. I'm not feeling well today."

Around this time every month, my mood would always plummet. Seeing my somber expression, Nikolai believed me, though I could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

As I turned to leave, his phone rang. The unfamiliar ringtone made me hesitate. I glanced back to see Nikolai’s face light up with amusement.

"Isla, what's going on?" he answered.

Even from a few feet away, I could hear Isla’s surprised shout from the other end.

"Isla, what happened? Don’t scare me like that!"

Nikolai’s brow furrowed immediately. He brushed past me, worry lining his face as he rushed toward the front door. It swung open from the outside, and Isla walked in with a wide smile.

"Nikolai, did I just give you a scare?" she teased.

"Isla..." Nikolai hesitated by the door, momentarily shocked. Realizing she was fine, he sighed in relief, pretending to scold her. "You almost gave me a heart attack, you know?"

Isla, eyes twinkling, wrapped an arm around his neck but paused when she noticed me holding my lower back.

"This must be Freya, right?" she asked.

Releasing Nikolai, she lightly patted his shoulder, her eyes direct as they met mine. Nikolai turned to look at me as well, a slight frown crossing his face.

Seeing my steady gaze, Isla eventually let go of Nikolai. There was no awkwardness of being caught by the actual girlfriend—just the confident sway of her hips as she approached me.

"Hi, Freya. I’m..." she started, glancing back at Nikolai before finishing, "I’m your new neighbor, Isla Gibson."

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I stared at the heavy oak door of David's study, my knuckles poised to knock but frozen in midair. The summons had come through his assistant – formal, cold, like I was just another business appointment in his day. After twenty years of marriage, this was what we'd become. Taking a deep breath, I rapped twice and entered without waiting for permission. Small rebellions were all I had these days. "Luna." David didn't stand when I entered. He remained behind his massive mahogany desk, fingers steepled beneath his chin. "Sit down." I noticed immediately that we weren't alone. Standing by the window was Westyn Franklin – Brynleigh's son. At twenty-two, he had his mother's golden hair and what everyone claimed were David's eyes, though I'd always seen something different in them.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

After She Chose Betrayal Over Love

9.7

The Ray Industries penthouse ballroom glittered like a jewel box tonight, crystal chandeliers casting dancing shadows across marble floors as Manhattan's elite mingled in their designer gowns and tailored suits. I smoothed my emerald silk dress—the one Adrian had chosen for me—and tried to ignore the familiar knot of anxiety in my stomach as I watched him laugh with Everly across the room. Everly looked radiant in white, her blonde hair cascading in perfect waves as she held court near the champagne fountain. The birthday girl, twenty-five today, though she'd been playing the innocent child act for weeks since returning from London. I'd watched Adrian cater to her every whim, postponing our dinner dates, canceling our weekend plans, all for her "adjustment period." "Serena, darling!" Everly's voice rang out, sickeningly sweet as she approached with Adrian in tow. "I have the most wonderful idea for a party game. Everyone's been so boring tonight." The crowd began to gather, drawn by her magnetic energy. I recognized the faces—society photographers, business associates, friends who'd watched our relationship unfold over five years. My chest tightened as Everly's eyes gleamed with something that made my skin crawl. "What kind of game?" I asked, though every instinct screamed at me to leave.

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8.4

A Billion-Dollar Mix-Up: Pregnant With The Mysterious CEO's Baby

8.4

After the crash erased any hope of recovery, Vivian chose IVF to honor her fiancé's wish to have a child. A mistake during the procedure changed everything, and the baby turned out to belong to William, a billionaire known more for mystery than presence. Faced with the fallout, William offered her a hundred million dollar contract. "Carry the child to term, and the money will be yours." At first, Vivian refused because she believed her dignity could not be bought. That resolve collapsed when she saw her fiancé, barely out of the ICU, entwined with her stepsister. Crushed by betrayal, she signed the contract and married William. The public mocked her choice and claimed she had married nothing more than a pretty face. Time proved them wrong. Doctors later praised her work for reshaping medical research. Among hackers, her code became legend. On an international stage, Vivian's brilliance held an entire forum in awe. Amid the stunned crowd, William stepped forward and wrapped her in a gentle embrace before kissing her softly. "Have you enjoyed yourself enough? It's time for us to go home." The audience erupted in disbelief. Meanwhile, the man who once scorned her now begged for another chance.

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8.4

Dangerously Yours CEO

8.4

“I didn’t do it, Bella,” Leo said, his voice shaking. “She set me up.” But Bella had already seen enough to break her heart forever. One week before her wedding, Bella walks into a luxury hotel suite expecting her first night with the man she loves — Leo, the struggling dreamer she stood by for years when he had nothing. Instead, she finds him in bed with her best friend, Ciara — half-naked, drunk, and moaning Bella’s name while Ciara moved on top of him. Heart shattered, Bella rips off her engagement ring and walks away, determined never to look back. The man she sacrificed everything for… and the best friend she trusted like a sister… both destroyed her in the cruelest way. But the truth wasn’t that simple. Leo was not who she thought he was — not just a man, not just a fiancé. And that night in the hotel room… something about it didn’t add up. Ciara didn’t betray her out of jealousy alone. She planned it. Now Bella is trying to rebuild her life, but Leo refuses to disappear. He keeps showing up — silent, intense, broken — like a man desperate to fix something she doesn’t want to remember. Even when Bella tries to forget Leo, he keeps appearing in her life. And every time he gets close, something inside her reacts. A pull she can’t resist and a fire she can’t explain. And a connection her heart keeps denying, even as her body betrays her.

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8.2

Divorcing The CEO To Save My Baby

8.2

I went to a private clinic for a routine physical, only to find out I was pregnant. It was impossible. I took my birth control every single day. But when the doctor tested my pills, they turned out to be high-purity vitamin placebos. My billionaire husband, Denton, had been systematically replacing my medication. Yet, on our anniversary, he brought my sister Beverly home, demanding a divorce so he could marry her. When I refused to sign a settlement that left me with nothing, he froze my accounts and blacklisted me across New York. My own father disowned me. When an old friend offered me a job just so I could afford prenatal care, Denton launched a ruthless financial attack to bankrupt his firm. Then, Beverly got into a car crash. Denton's bodyguards dragged me off the street and forced me into a hospital trauma room. Beverly was hemorrhaging, and I was the only blood match. I cried and begged Denton to stop, desperately trying to protect my fragile pregnancy without exposing my baby to the monster who controlled my life. "Please, my body can't handle this. Don't do this to me!" But he just looked at me with pure disgust and ordered his men to strap me to the chair, forcing the needle into my vein while threatening to kill me if his mistress died. As I dragged my bleeding, cramping body out of the hospital into the freezing snow, my last shred of hope died. I touched my stomach and made a vow: I would disappear, and I would make them all pay.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.7

Papa! That Bad Man Hit My Mom!

7.7

After a seven-year relationship, my fiancé Bennett abandoned me on our marriage license day for a "marriage of convenience" with another woman. Heartbroken, I married the reclusive billionaire Damon Levy and disappeared. Three years later, I returned, pregnant with our second child. The first person I saw was Bennett, now working as a driver, holding a sign for "Mrs. Levy." He and his new wife didn't recognize me. They publicly humiliated me, mocking my simple dress and calling the priceless diamond bracelet from my husband a cheap fake. At a gala, their cruelty escalated. They tripped me, stomped on my hand, and shattered my bracelet. Bennett slapped me across the face, hissing at me to stop lying. Surrounded by their laughter, with my lip bleeding, I saw the man I once loved for the hollow, cruel person he truly was. But then, the room went silent. My husband, Damon, walked in, holding our son. And my little boy pointed a finger straight at Bennett and shouted, "Papa! That bad man hit Mommy!"

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