Our Love Ends Here

A decade ago, Andrea Young was summoned to a new world to complete a specific mission: win the heart of Gabriel Fulton, the elite crown prince of Capital City. Over ten years, she transitioned from his classmate to his wife and the mother of his child. However, after successfully fulfilling her objective and falling in love, Andrea requests to depart. With her exit approved, she has only fifteen days to say her final goodbyes to the family she must leave behind.

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When Andrea opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was a white ceiling, and she smelled the pungent scent of disinfectant.

A nurse pushed a cart into the room to change her bandages. The nurse quickly came over when she saw that Andrea had woken up. "Mrs. Fulton, you're finally awake! You don't know how worried Mr. Fulton and Mr. Anthony were while you were in a coma.

"They not only stayed by your side day and night without sleeping or resting, but they also brought in all the best doctors in the city for consultations. They even went to the Evergreen Church outside the city to pray for your recovery. There are 999 steps. They climbed every single one to the top. It even made the trending list!"

The nurse finished speaking and handed Andrea her phone. In the video, Gabriel and Anthony were climbing the steps toward the mountaintop church.

The Evergreen Church was renowned for answered prayers, so many people often climbed the steps to pray. However, it was unprecedented for a father and son like Gabriel and Anthony to do it together. That was why many people filmed them with their phones.

In the video, they could be heard choking on their words as they prayed for Andrea to wake up. However, Andrea's heart was only filled with mockery as she watched the video.

If Gabriel and Anthony loved her that much, they would not have abandoned her during the car crash to protect Hannah.

The news of Andrea's awakening soon reached Gabriel and Anthony. Without even tending to their injuries, they drove back to the hospital overnight and rushed into her hospital ward, pulling her into their arms.

Andrea witnessed Gabriel losing control once again, but Anthony joined him this time.

Looking at Gabriel and Anthony's red-rimmed eyes and shaking bodies, she was indifferent—all she felt was numbness. She wondered, 'Wouldn't it be great if I had died? They could have had their wish and become a family with Hannah. Wouldn't that be great? Why bother acting in front of me now?'

Gabriel and Anthony cried for a long time and said many things, but she remained unresponsive. When they finally let her go, the calmness on her face and the sarcasm in her eyes stunned them.

Perhaps recalling what happened during the car crash, Gabriel hurriedly explained to her.

The reason they had protected Hannah first was that Andrea and Hannah were dressed similarly that day. It was why they had instinctively mistaken Hannah for her. Gabriel added, "Andrea, I'm sorry. We mistook her for you. It won't happen again."

Anthony chimed in, "Yeah, Mom. I promise I won't mistake Ms. Jennings for you again. Will you forgive us?"

Both Gabriel and Anthony quickly raised their hands and swore.

Andrea only felt exhausted at that instance. They had lied so many times that they believed their lies. She wearily closed her eyes, refusing to listen to any more of their lies. Her outfit and Hannah's that day were two different styles.

More importantly, they called Hannah's name when the truck crashed into them. Andrea thought, 'Gabriel and Anthony, at least try to lie better if you want to trick me. Why can't you even lie properly?'

She said nothing and turned her back to them as she cried.

Gabriel and Anthony assumed she was tired and quietly left the room without continuing on the subject.

Over the next few days, Gabriel and Anthony stayed by her side—perhaps out of guilt or fear. Gabriel did not pick up any of Hannah's calls. The prolonged neglect made Hannah panic, and she began to target Andrea.

Photo after photo was sent to Andrea's phone, and a video was eventually included. Even though Andrea had long known that Gabriel, Anthony, and Hannah had formed their own family, the photos of them together still stung her eyes.

The first photo showed Gabriel lovingly holding Hannah in his arms by a floor-to-ceiling window as fireworks exploded outside, Hannah's neck was covered with hickies.

The second photo was of Anthony sleeping soundly in Hannah's embrace. He gripped the hem of her clothes tightly as if afraid she would leave.

The third photo was a photo of Gabriel, Anthony, and Hannah together at a restaurant. The three of them sat together and were intimate like a family.

The fourth photo showed the three having a snowball fight and building a snowman. All their faces radiated happiness.

...

In the last video. Gabriel and Anthony kissed Hannah on the cheek at a birthday party.

Gabriel said, "Happy birthday, Darling."

Anthony said, "Happy birthday, Mom."

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I never expected to be branded a 'fake heiress' and a 'scheming bitch' on my own wedding anniversary. "Did you really think we'd never find out you faked the DNA test?" My mother's voice cut like a blade. "You've been impersonating our real daughter all along." The irony was suffocating. They were the ones who stormed into my peaceful life, insisting that I was their long-lost child-no proof needed. And now they dared to call me the fraud. "Since Camille has finally returned to where she belongs," my father declared coldly, "it's time for you to crawl back into whatever shadow you came from." Then came the final blow. My husband of five years didn't even hesitate. "I'll have the divorce papers drawn up immediately. Don't make this difficult, Mirena. You were never meant to be my wife." Overnight, I was discarded. The scandal of the city. The woman who stole a life that was never hers. But they forgot one thing: I never needed them. Before I was George Ashton's wife, I was Mirena Sterling-the Investment Queen. The woman who broke Wall Street records before she turned twenty-five. A racing champion. A tech prodigy. I walked away from all of it. Gave up my empire. My crown. My name. All for a man who threw me away like garbage the moment someone "better" came along. Big mistake. On the night they cast me out, soaking wet and humiliated, I ran into the last person I ever wanted to see. "Look at you now, Mirena," Alexander Pierce murmured, watching me with those piercing eyes. "The woman who once ruled the financial world. Reduced to this." He tilted his head. "And for what? Love?" A dark laugh. "Pathetic." My former rival. The man who spent years trying to beat me-and never once succeeded. Now he stood before me, a Wall Street titan, watching my downfall with hungry satisfaction. He thought he'd seen the last of me. He was wrong. The game was simple now: drop the dead weight, reclaim what's mine, and remind everyone why they feared my name. Within months, I was back. Every market moved when I breathed. Every headline screamed my return. The Sterlings came crawling, begging for mercy they'd never shown me. And George? He watched in horror as I bought his most prized company without blinking. The divorce he'd so eagerly signed? His greatest regret. "Mirena, please," he begged, groveling at my feet. "Give me another chance." I didn't even look at him. "Sorry, darling. I don't recycle trash." But what I didn't expect was him. Alexander Pierce dropped to one knee in front of me-the man who had once mocked my fall, now looking up with something raw and undisguised in his crimson gaze. "I knew you'd take back everything they stole," he said, voice low. "Now..." A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. "Take me too."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.6

Defying The Ruthless Billionaire Heir

7.6

Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family. But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party. When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime. Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student. Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility. "We are ensuring her privacy." Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch. His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence. Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage. How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money? She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up. Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow. "I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her." She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."

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7.3

Her Vengeance Rises From The Asylum

7.3

I walked into the luxury boutique on Fifth Avenue, the air conditioning chilling my skin. There she was-Alivia, my adopted sister-swiping my husband' s Black Card for her wedding dress. Three years ago, she tampered with the neonatal equipment during my home birth, suffocating my newborn son. Then she told everyone I was a drug addict who killed my own baby in a hallucination. My husband, Carter, didn't just believe her; he locked me in a high-security psychiatric facility in Nevada to "fix" me. For three years, I rotted in isolation while she took my life, my husband, and paraded a child that wasn't even his as the Fletcher heir. Even my parents sided with her, protecting their image over their own daughter's sanity. They think I' m still the fragile socialite who would crumble under their gaslighting. They think I' m here to beg for forgiveness. I pulled a silver flash drive from my clutch and stepped into the light. "Shopping for a wedding dress, Alivia?" I whispered, my voice cutting through her laughter. "I hope it goes well with the forensic report proving you murdered my son." The game is over, Carter. I' m not here to reconcile. I' m here to burn your empire to the ground.

Action Billionaire Romance

8.2

I Hid His Heir from My Alpha

8.2

For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond. That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession. The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me. The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed. "You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me." My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.

Billionaire Romance Werewolf

8.9

Love's Double-Cross

8.9

After discovering Trevor Farren’s blatant infidelity with a hostess, his wife decides that simple heartbreak isn't enough. Watching him lavish her rival with the same luxury she once enjoyed, she initiates a calculated plan for vengeance. By learning provocative secrets from the shadows of a nightclub, she transforms herself into an irresistible siren. Her goal is to seduce Trevor once more, only to systematically dismantle his world and leave him in total ruin.

Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

8.2

My Husband Let My Father Die for His Mistress

8.2

When her father’s life hung in the balance, her billionaire husband made a heartless choice: he saved his mistress instead. This betrayal left her mourning a tragic loss while grappling with the reality of her fractured marriage. Now, she must navigate the aftermath of his cruelty and the presence of the woman who came between them. It is a story of deep heartbreak, cold indifference, and the painful struggle to find a way forward after an unforgivable act.

Billionaire Modern Romance

Our Love Ends Here

Chapter 5

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