I refuse to divorce

Astrid waited for Joshua all night as she usually did... And the first thing she received, instead of a cold greeting, was the divorce papers. "Why?" were her only words when she saw the agreement. Joshua looked at her indifferently. "It's enough. It's a waste of time to continue this marriage. In the first place, if it weren't for my grandfather, I wouldn't have married you... Sign it!" he shouted. Astrid, her eyes filled with tears, hurriedly took the divorce agreement and put it in her mouth. "I don't want a divorce!" Astrid cried. Joshua didn't respond, he just looked at her and walked away. After all, it was difficult to get into the heart of someone like Joshua. She stood firm in her decision. She had married to take care of her mother's health... Until she lost her too, leaving her with nothing left to hold on to. "He doesn't feel anything for me," she said, wiping her teary eyes. "In the future, I will never appear in front of him again." She took her luggage and, accompanied by a heavy snowfall, disappeared along with her footprints in the snow. She left behind only her signature on the divorce agreement. With a trembling body, she escaped. Five years later, a little boy reminded her of the person she tried to forget.

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Back in her room, she wrapped her arms around herself silently, unable to stop the tears from flowing again. Only in this room could she cry uncontrollably, because Joshua never came here, never even looked at this room.

In fact, over the past three years, she could feel Joshua's growing indifference towards her, but she stubbornly thought that as long as she stayed by his side, one day it would be as good as it had been in the beginning. But the divorce agreement that night seemed to have broken her last line of defense.

She was truly on the verge of not being able to take it anymore.

Astrid sat quietly through the night until a ray of sunlight crept into the house early in the morning. The sunlight during winter was still blinding, and Astrid realized that her breath seemed a little warm, but now she couldn't care less. She hurriedly glanced at the clock; it was already 6:30 a.m. In ten minutes, Joshua would be getting up. If she didn't hurry up and make breakfast, Joshua would get angry.

She got up reluctantly, her head feeling a little dizzy. Astrid didn't bother about this; she would go and get some rest after cooking.

The moment she pushed open the door, she felt her body go light, and the next moment, it was darkness.

In her dream, Joshua left without looking back. Astrid desperately tried to catch up with him, but it was as if Joshua didn't see her. Walking further and further away, she shouted Joshua's name repeatedly, but in the distance, it was as if he couldn't hear her.

"Joshua!" Astrid struggled to open her eyes, gasping slightly, her heart beating nonstop.

And suddenly Joshua's familiar, pleasant voice rang in her ears. "Since you're awake, I should go to work." After saying that, he was ready to leave, but suddenly, his arm was grabbed by a soft hand.

When she looked at Joshua again, Astrid almost screamed again. That's good, it was really great. Joshua was still there. It's good. It's so good. She could still feel Joshua's warmth in her small hand. The dream she had just had made her think that Joshua had disappeared from her world forever, and seeing Joshua again made Astrid's happiness overflow.

"Please don't go, stay with me for a while, okay?" Astrid's two clear eyes looked expectantly at Joshua, still a little sleepy from the fact that she had just woken up, she looked like a little kitten.

In fact, Astrid didn't have much hope of getting an affirmation, but if Joshua promised her, she would feel more at ease.

Seeing Astrid ask for things in such a way, Joshua felt a certain tolerance toward her. Perhaps because he had despised her for so long, he felt a certain guilt in his heart.

He sighed and said, "When you finish drinking the medicine, I'll leave."

Astrid's heart was thrilled, but it didn't last long.

Joshua's phone rang. It was a message, and as he read it, Joshua's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Looking at Joshua, Astrid had a bad feeling. "Joshua?" she called out.

As if he hadn't heard her, Joshua walked to the door to leave Astrid's room, his voice turning cold again. "Something has happened at the company. I won't be accompanying you. The medicine is next to you. Remember to take it. You should get some more sleep."

"Joshua?" Astrid called out quickly. He stopped before leaving the room, but did not turn to look at her, only waiting silently. The room was dark, and Astrid could only see his silhouette. This scene was so similar to her nightmares. "You'll come back, right?" Like a plea, Astrid clutched the corner of the blanket tightly, forcing herself to contain the tremors and fears in her body as she asked Joshua.

She felt the air around her gradually heating up so much that she could faint, but this was not the time. Astrid was waiting for Joshua's answer before she could do so; otherwise, she would not even be able to think clearly.

"Of course," came the answer without hesitation. With a click followed by soft footsteps, the door closed, leaving only the sound of the clock in the room.

After Joshua's answer, Astrid let out a sigh of relief, her body gradually relaxing as well. The temperature around her slowly dropped; there was neither cold nor heat in the air.

Was there any chance that Joshua cared about her a little? If nothing had happened at the company, would he have stayed with her a little longer? Normally, when she begged him, he would just give her a cold look and then turn away, but today he hadn't left as usual.

Perhaps, if he held out a little longer, he would gradually fall in love with her. The time would come when he would notice her. Astrid got up slowly and with great difficulty. Joshua had told her to take her medicine. He was looking after her, so she had to be obedient and drink the medicine so that when Joshua returned, she would be healthy.

The medicine touched her lips and tongue, slowly sliding down her throat. It was extremely bitter, so bitter that her eyes turned red. She had hated taking medicine since she was a child, especially medicine that was so bitter.

In the past, it was her mother who coaxed her into taking the medicine, waiting patiently for her to finish before putting a piece of candy in her mouth and gently stroking her back as she cried.

Since she married Joshua, she had never cried again while taking medicine because Joshua had said that an adult should not be bothered by the bitterness of medicine and should drink it easily.

So whenever she got sick, she pretended that nothing was wrong and drank the bitter medicine, hoping that Joshua would notice and approve.

But Joshua never said a word. He never even took the initiative to give her the medicine, nor did he ever see her drink it. So she kept all the bitterness of these three long years to herself.

After drinking the medicine, Astrid wiped her mouth. She had endured it well and wondered if her mother would be happy to see her so strong now.

Speaking of her mother, Astrid thought again about intensive care. How long had it been since she visited her? When she recovers this time, she must take Joshua with her. The last time she told her mother that next time she would take him with her to visit.

Three years had passed, and she never woke up, only the sound of dripping instruments showing that she was still alive. If it weren't for that accident, wouldn't that be the case? But... if it weren't for that accident, wouldn't she and Joshua have met?

Thinking about that made Astrid's heart ache. She didn't want this, she didn't want that, but she also didn't want her mother to become like this.

If her mother could wake up, she would have no more wishes. Even if Joshua never fell in love with her in this life, if she could remain quietly by his side, that would be fine, she would be satisfied.

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When is the worst time to tell someone he's going to be a father? Probably the day of the wedding... When he is getting married to someone else. Well, that is exactly what I did. But my hands were tied. Literally. Matvey Groza is a dangerous man. And nine months ago, he strolled into my shop looking for a custom suit. But when I accidentally walked in on him in the changing room, *I* was the one that ended up needing a new set of clothes. It was a one-time mistake. After that... good riddance. But the pregnancy test I took a month later had other plans. I kept it a secret from everyone. Or so I thought. But when Matvey's enemies learned that I was pregnant with his child, they kidnapped me and held me hostage. Until I broke free and ran as fast as I could. And I had no one else to turn to but the devil himself. What better time for me to enter the church... ... than as the pastor says, "Speak now or forever hold your peace"?

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7.5

From Mafia Doll To Montana Queen

7.5

I was the invisible daughter of the Hayes crime family, secretly painting portraits of Marcus, the Underboss. He was the man who had once protected me from the world, the man I loved from the shadows. But he chose power over affection. To secure an alliance, he engaged Isabella. Threatened by my existence, Isabella staged a fake miscarriage and framed me for destroying her heirloom wedding dress. Marcus didn't ask for my side of the story. Blinded by rage over his "lost heir," he ordered his guards to drag me to the Ice Cellar—a freezing underground torture chamber used for traitors. For days, I shivered in the absolute darkness, listening to the water drip, realizing the man I worshiped was actually my jailer. My father, protecting his own millions, let it happen. In that cold, the girl who loved Marcus died. When he finally released me, he expected me to be broken, obedient, and grateful for his mercy. Instead, I burned every painting I had ever made of him. I packed a single bag and vanished into the night, escaping to a rugged ranch in Montana where no one knew my name. Three years later, the truth about Isabella’s lies finally surfaced. Marcus tracked me down. The King of New York fell to his knees in the dirt and cow manure of my new home, weeping, begging, and offering me the entire world to come back. I looked down at the man who once owned my heart. "You can't un-shatter a glass, Marcus," I said coldly. "I'm not coming home."

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8.4

His Dangerous Love: The Writer And The Don

8.4

I was exactly three thousand words away from eviction when the heir to the New York underworld smashed my laptop and offered me a job instead of an apology. Dante Vitiello wanted me to write a memoir that would paint him as a saint. I moved into his penthouse, thinking I could keep things professional. But when his arranged fiancée, the daughter of the Chicago Outfit, arrived, she didn't see an employee. She saw a threat. She didn't just humiliate me; she leaked fake evidence to the press, branding me as a federal informant. I woke up in a hospital bed with the word "RAT" plastered across every gossip site. Sofia’s guards were stationed outside my door, blocking even the nurses. I was a liability. A stain on the Vitiello name. I knew how these stories ended. The Prince always chooses the Family. The Alliance is more important than the girl. I was packing my bag, shaking with fear, ready to disappear into the night to save him from ruin. But Dante didn't come to fire me. He walked into the boardroom where his father and the Chicago Boss were waiting for him to beg for forgiveness. He looked at the crown that was his birthright, then he looked at the gun on the table. He didn't kneel. He didn't apologize. He slammed his weapon down, shattering a hundred-year alliance and forfeiting his empire with a single sentence. "Keep the crown. I take the girl."

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8.0

HIS PLUMPY QUEEN HER BULLY

8.0

"I..hate you" I croaked out brokenly, struggling and failing to hold back the tears spilling in waves from my eyes. "Awwww, is my fat queen crying?" Brandon jested mockingly, laughing as if he had just said something funny. His friends echoed his laughter, making the tears spill even faster from how embarrassed I was. Shaking my head, I turned away from his crude handsome face, but was held back by his hands, gripping my hair painfully. I screamed as he slammed me against the wall, feeling the metallic taste of blood in my mouth. He grabbed my hair roughly, pressing my face harshly against the wall. "You don't walk out till I am done with you," he gritted out, pressing his body against mine. "Please.... Stop, please..." I cried out. "Do I make myself clear?" Brandon snapped, his other hand gripping my waist tightly. I could feel his hard hot body against mine, and his nails digging painfully into my waist. "Yes," I whispered, "please let me go." He pressed harder against my body, his hands on my waist tightening. I could feel his hot breath against my neck, and despite my situation, my body was shamelessly reacting to him. Loud snickers alerted us to the fact we were not alone. Brandon released my hair, leaning away from my body, before pushing me forward. I stumbled, nearly falling to my feet. "Now run you fat bitch," he yelled, before laughing with his friends. I hightailed it out of there, crying my eyes out. Being fat wasn't a problem, her mother always told her, never failing to remind her how beautiful she was. But for Christy Morris, being fat was a curse. Especially since college and her arch enemy Brandon made it so. Forced to babysit her bully and enemy baby sister, Christy's life takes an unexpected turn. For the worst or better, was still what she was yet to find out. Find out Christy and Brandon's story in this thrilling novel filled with... Romance. Unexpected twist. And dare I say.... Love.

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7.9

I Heard His Mind: The Don's Regret

7.9

I was naked in the bed of the most dangerous Capo in New York when I heard his mind whisper the name of the woman he actually wanted. It wasn't me. My husband, Dante, moved over me with cold precision, but his thoughts were screaming for Sofia, a soldier's widow he claimed to protect out of "honor." I possess a secret that makes me a freak: I can hear the thoughts of men. And Dante’s mind was a torture chamber of devotion to another woman. I found the deed to a luxury penthouse he bought for her. I watched her parade around in a dress he bought for me, hearing her mental triumph as she thought about rubbing her scent all over it. Refusing to be a placeholder in my own marriage, I left my wedding ring on his desk and fled to Las Vegas to build my own empire. I thought I had escaped. Until the divorce papers arrived in the mail, signed by him. I stood in my shop, heartbroken, believing he had finally discarded me to be with his true love. But then the phone rang. "Dante didn't sign those papers, Elena. He’s in the ICU." My blood ran cold. "He took two bullets to the chest. He started a war to distract the enemy from finding you." He hadn't chosen her. He was dying for me. I tore up the papers and booked a private jet. If the Grim Reaper wanted my husband, he would have to get through me first.

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9.3

MY CHOICE OF JEWEL

9.3

Molly was once the most feared underworld princess, a ruthless hacker who could burn empires with a few keystrokes. But betrayal claimed her life in flames, until fate gave her a second chance. She wakes up in the fragile body of another Molly, this one a disgraced pop idol, mocked by the media and abandoned by fans. With sharp instincts, a predator's patience, and her past life's cunning, Molly vows to rebuild this new life on her own terms. No more weakness. No more humiliation. But walking this path means crossing Kelvin Brass, the cold, calculating CEO who never believed in her, and who now finds himself intrigued by her sudden transformation. The world expects the same washed-up starlet. Instead, they see a woman reborn, sharper than before, deadlier than they could ever imagine. As Molly steps back into the entertainment world, every move shocks those around her. With a mind built for war and survival, she turns stages into battlegrounds, scandals into weapons, and rivals into stepping stones. But even she can't deny the pull of Kelvin Brass, whether as an enemy, an ally, or something dangerously in between. In a city of lights and lies, Molly must master her double life: an idol rising from ashes by day, and a shadow of her old underworld self by night. One thing is certain, anyone who underestimates her will regret it.

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