New Life After Heartbreak

At a class reunion, I accidentally spilled red wine on my fiancé's beloved admirer, Taytum Elliott, soaking her high heels. Emilio, my fiancé, caused a commotion in front of everyone, insisting I clean her shoes. I refused, and he had me stripped down to my underwear and thrown out of the hotel. A concerned classmate glanced back at me. "Isn't she your fiancée? You're overstepping the line." Emilio shrugged it off. "Don’t worry. She’s obsessed with me. She’ll never leave me." In that moment, I felt my heart break. I ended the engagement then and there and signed up to become a doctor in a conflict zone.

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Before leaving, Emilio Williams offered me a terse, "You should think about what you've done," as he escorted Taytum Elliott out of the room.

I thought that once they left, I wouldn't have to deal with them again before my departure.

But when I returned home after completing my treatment, there she was—Taytum sitting on Emilio's lap, their eyes locked in a too-intimate gaze. Only when I cleared my throat did they reluctantly separate.

"Back so soon? We've been waiting for quite a while," Emilio looked up at me, his face showing no remorse for being caught.

I let out a soft chuckle, "Waiting for me? To put your little romance on display?"

"You—" Emilio began to retort, but held his tongue.

"Why don't you freshen up and make some shrimp risotto? Taytum's under the weather today, and it's the only thing she wants."

I instinctively rolled my eyes, "What she wants to eat is none of my concern. I'm not her caretaker."

Caught off guard by my refusal, Emilio's expression darkened. Though he realized the request was unreasonable, he couldn't back down after indulging Taytum's whims.

With that in mind, he pulled me aside. "Are you still upset about yesterday? Fine, I'll say I'm sorry, okay?"

I looked directly into his eyes. In the past, whenever we argued, I was always the one who relented, whether or not I was at fault. This was the first time he offered an apology, but only because he wanted me to make risotto for Taytum.

Turns out, love isn't earned by how much you give. Some people get everything without lifting a finger, while others never have it despite giving their all.

"I'll accept your apology, but I won't make the risotto," I said coolly.

"Emilio, I don't want to trouble her. I can manage without it," Taytum murmured, tears shimmering in her eyes. Her delicate frame looked even more fragile and pitiful at that moment.

Emilio quickly reassured her, "It's already late. It's not safe for you to go home. I'll have the maid prepare a room for you; you can stay overnight."

Hearing this, Taytum's once demure face briefly flashed a triumphant expression before she looked at me with wide, innocent eyes, "No, she'll be upset."

Done with their antics, I turned to leave. I managed only a few steps before Emilio caught my arm. "Adele, don't you have anything to say?"

Surprised, I looked at him blankly. Emilio's face fell, and his tone became slightly admonishing.

"Taytum is just a young girl. Isn't it right for us to offer a little help?"

"It's late... she wants to stay, can't you just agree and be supportive? Why do you have to make it difficult for her?"

"I'm exhausted," I said impatiently. "Do whatever you want. Share a bed, get engaged, get married, I don't care. I truly don't care about your business anymore."

Emilio froze at my words, his expression shifting instantly. Before he could respond, Taytum ran up and grabbed my hand.

"Sister, I want to sleep in his room. I'm scared to sleep alone in a strange place," she pleaded.

I thought Emilio would finally speak up and decline, but when I saw him just standing there silently, I felt a wave of numbness wash over me.

I raised an eyebrow and looked Taytum squarely in the eye, slowly withdrawing my hand.

"Fine, do whatever makes you happy. I'll sleep in the study. Just don't touch anything in my room."

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In a game of deception, one forbidden desire could change everything. Forced into an arranged marriage with a wealthy heir she doesn't love, Lena is determined to escape. Her plan? Disguise herself as an unattractive woman to drive her husband away and earn a swift divorce. But things don't go as planned. Neil River-the enigmatic uncle of her husband-is a sharp, dangerous man who knows far more than he should. Not only does he see through Lena's disguise, but he also uncovers her double life as the mysterious owner of an elite karaoke club that men whisper about in secret. Instead of exposing her, Neil becomes intrigued. He tempts her, pushes her, until Lena finds herself caught in a dangerous game-one where the lines between revenge, lust, and love begin to blur. Can Lena escape the pull of a man she was never meant to love-her husband's uncle? "So? Did you manage to seduce your husband today?" "No, Uncle. I got all dolled up since dawn, but he... he looked at me like I was disgusting." "Then what if I'm the one... who's tempted?" "Uncle... you're joking, right?"

Action Modern Romance

9.2

His Obsession, Her Perfect Calculated Escape

9.2

When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud. Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser. "Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away. Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries. Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power. Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred. She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak. Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder. She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life. She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case. Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.

Action Adventure Modern

9.6

His Promise, My Shattered World

9.6

My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.

Action Modern Romance

8.0

His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Designer

8.0

For six years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Wall Street titan Francis Castro. I suffocated my own ambitions to fit into his conservative world. But while I waited alone at a Michelin restaurant, a news alert popped up. My husband had just dropped millions on an aquamarine diamond necklace for his "muse," Chanelle. The real nightmare began when I rushed home to find our five-year-old son in severe anaphylactic shock. I frantically called Francis from the ambulance, but he manually rejected my calls. He couldn't leave the bidding war for Chanelle's PR launch. When he finally arrived at the ER, Chanelle was right beside him, wearing that blinding multi-million-dollar necklace. He didn't ask about our dying son. "Why weren't you watching him?" he demanded, his voice hard and accusing. And when my son woke up, hazy from the drugs, he rejected my touch and reached for Chanelle instead. Francis just stood there, praising Chanelle for knowing exactly how to calm him down. I stared at the three of them looking like a perfect, happy family. Six years of swallowing my pride, only to realize my husband would let our son choke to death just to buy another woman's smile. The last thread of my heart snapped. I handed him the divorce papers, demanding zero alimony. Then, I drove to a hidden Brooklyn loft, cut off my hair, and unlocked my safe. It was time to resurrect my true identity—the legendary fashion designer, Ember.J. I am going to burn her empire to the ground.

Action Modern Romance

8.9

Marked and forgotten by the Alpha

8.9

"Aria," He called my name so sweetly as my legs wobbled. No, no, no..I can't fall for his charms again. "Don't touch me!" My voice betrayed me. A moan came out as Lucas drew closer to me. "What do you think, that I will ever let you go? Never ever..." His breath fanned my face, and one more trick from him, then I'm doomed. I'm here for revenge, but he wants to ruin me. *** Aria, the girl everyone knows as the one marked under the blood moon. She was chosen by the moon goddess years ago to bear the mark, but little did she know what her destiny was. She was faced with so much torture from the people because they think that whoever bears that mark would cause nothing but destruction. Aria became a threat to the kingdom. Enemies wanting to take the one who bears the mark. And the one person she trusts betrays her. Lucas, his quest for more power made him sacrifice Aria to access the throne. Years later, war started in the kingdom, and Aria, the forbidden Luna, came back with a completely different personality, not that once sweet Aria they all knew but instead a strong and powerful Aria that no one could challenge. Lucas regretted everything he did to Aria, but Aria no longer wanted love but revenge. But with their mate bond activated and with nothing but revenge in her heart leading the kingdom to doom, Lucas must choose either to surrender to the mate he once betrayed or lose his world to the wrath of the Luna he forgot.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.3

Revenge of the Billionaire's Betrayed Bride

8.3

Dear Diary, The night before my wedding, I found my fiancé Silas having sex with my stepsister Bridget. On the bed we were supposed to share. Yeah. My bed. Humiliated. Shattered. Betrayed by blood and by vow. I should've walked away, but Bridget had other plans. One shove cracked my skull and sent me to an early death. Only, death wasn't the end. I woke up eight months earlier. Same liars. Same snakes. But this time, I'm not the girl who walks away-I'm the storm that burns everything down. Silas? He can rot. I won't be marrying him. No, I'll be marrying Adrian Richardson-billionaire, ruthless playboy, and Bridget's precious ex. He's rich, lethal, and so intoxicating it's dangerous. The kind of man who ruins you with silk sheets at night and a smirk in a three-piece suit by day. But here's the twist: I'm not the sweet little fool they remember. I won't be his toy. Luckily for me i do know how to fake a smile, kiss like a queen yet when I choose a target I make sure I destroy them whole. What started as revenge has turned into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. Because in this game of lust, power, and betrayal-everyone has something to lose. And me? I'll burn the whole damn world before I lose again. This isn't your average billionaire romance. It's fast, filthy, and addictive. The kind of story that keeps you awake at 3 a.m., whispering, just one more chapter.

Action Billionaire Romance

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