She Found Her Happiness after Dumping her Fiancée

Throughout their three-year engagement, the most frequent question Michael Powell asked Kylee Steward was, "Wanna do it?" Kylee would refuse him with a flushed face. But he would coax her with tender whispers in her ear while continuing to kiss her. "I cannot control myself. I'm just attracted to you physically." Her heart melted at his sweet words, and she found herself agreeing to his unreasonable requests again and again. They had sex in various positions, by the large windows, in the office, and even in the backseat of a closed car. As the wedding date approached, Kylee took the planning documents to discuss them with Michael, only to hear a woman's seductive moans from outside the private room. It was her voice! "Whoa, Kylee looks pretty serious usually, but she's so wild in bed. Michael, you are generous to let us listen to this. When can we watch it live? How about on your wedding night?" A voice echoed while laughing. She knew it too well. I'm not going to marry her."

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Sonya was beaming with happiness. She gently pushed Michael away after hearing his words.

"I'll leave, and you two can talk. Michael, take good care of her, or I'll be against you."

Michael watched her walk away, feeling both comforted and moved. When he turned to Kylee, his gaze was filled with reproach.

"Sonya is kind and considerate. Even though she's not feeling well, she insists on watching you in the hospital room as she is afraid something might happen to you. But you are so narrow-minded and always get jealous. Don't show her your temper, or our wedding will be postponed for more than just a week."

Kylee was stunned for an instant. Then she found it amusing.

How confident could Michael be? She had announced their breakup in front of so many of his friends, but he still thought he could use the wedding to threaten her.

Kylee raised her head slightly and said firmly, "Michael, we have already broken off the engagement."

Her tone was resolute and unwavering.

Michael was stunned. Then he felt unusual irritation rising within him.

He suddenly stood up. "Kylee, I had someone rescue you right after I saved Sonya. What else do you want? Do you really think I'm afraid to call off our engagement?"

Just then, a sharp scream came from the room next door. "Ah, it hurts!"

Michael was jolted. Then he suppressed his anger and said, "Fine, just focus on recovering."

With that, he hurriedly left the hospital room.

In the following days, Michael did not appear in front of Kylee again.

But Kylee often overheard the nurses talking about him and Sonya enviously.

"Miss Wheeler is really lucky. Her boyfriend loves her so much. Even for a slight scratch, he calls the city's best specialists and stays by her side. He does everything she wishes."

"You are right. I even envy her. Look at Miss Stewart. She almost drowned, but her family never showed up here to take care of her. So tragic she is."

"Life deals different hands..."

Endless bitterness filled Kylee's heart. A heavy stone seemed to be pressing down on her chest and making it hard for her to breathe.

Michael had vowed to care for her, but he was now doing that to another woman.

Kylee was left alone to heal and to recover. She silently mended herself.

It was alright. Soon she would leave.

On the day of Kylee's discharge, Michael seemed to finally remember her. He asked her to attend his birthday party.

She didn't want to go. But James insisted she go there because the Stewart family's business still relied on the Powell family, so Kylee couldn't afford to sour relations.

Kylee eventually attended the party. It was bustling with the elite from the social circle in the city.

The moment Michael appeared, hand in hand with Sonya, they instantly became the focal point of everyone's attention.

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The evening before Hayes Corporation's IPO, I was arranging files in our bedroom when Mateo's voice called me from his home office. Something in his tone made me pause—there was an unusual seriousness that immediately put me on edge. "Evie, can you come here for a minute?" I found him standing by the window, his silhouette sharp against the city lights. Seven years together, and I still loved how he looked when he was thinking deeply about something important. "What is it?" I asked, setting down the folder I'd been carrying. He turned toward me, his expression unreadable. "I need to talk to you about something important." My stomach tightened as he gestured for me to sit. Mateo never sat down for casual conversations. "I've invited someone to stay with us," he said, his voice taking on that business-like tone I'd grown accustomed to during board meetings. "Her name is Leilany Pierce." "Who is she?" I asked, though something in me already knew this wasn't going to be good news.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

Betrayed Wife's Vengeance Plan

8.0

I smoothed my hand over the pastel yellow onesie, folding it with trembling fingers before placing it in the drawer alongside the others—blue, mint green, and the softest shade of lavender. The nursery smelled of fresh paint and new beginnings, bathed in afternoon light that streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our Manhattan penthouse. After three years of needles, hormones, disappointments, and tears, my miracle was finally here, sleeping peacefully in the hand-carved mahogany crib that Ryan had imported from Italy. My baby. My perfect, beautiful baby. I began to hum softly, the same lullaby my mother used to sing to me before she passed. The melody felt like a bridge connecting generations—from my mother to me, and now from me to my child. Tears welled in my eyes, but they weren't the desperate ones I'd shed during those endless fertility treatments. These were different. These were joy.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.1

Broke Up... Now I Am His Stepfather

9.1

I caught my boyfriend cheating. So I went to the one man he feared most-his father. But heartbreak turned into hate. And hate led me straight into Asher's arms. Now I'm caught in something twisted and wrong... It was meant to hurt him. Still he won't let me go without a fight. Asher Thompson isn't just a father. He's the man behind the mask. A mafian billionaire who hides his criminal empire beneath silk suits and polite smiles. And now, he owns me. I wanted revenge, to make Henry hurt. But each time Asher took me apart with a look. And every time I try to leave, he drags me deeper into his world of secrets and sin. He touches me like he owns me. He looks at me like I was made to be his. But I don't know what's worse, the pain Henry caused... Or how much I still feel for him, even while I'm in his father's bed. And when the truth comes out? Someone's going to bleed. And I'm not sure I want to survive it. This started with heartbreak. Now it's war. And I'm the one holding the match.

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His Defiant Mate: The Alpha King's Obsession

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I went to the Alpha Heir's office to tell him I was pregnant. I thought three years of devotion meant something. Instead, I heard him laughing with his mistress. "She's just a pet," Holden said. "A placeholder until you were ready." While I lay bleeding in the clinic, mourning my lost child, Holden sent a "prank" cake laced with ghost peppers to the only father figure I had left. The shock gave the old man a heart attack, killing him instantly. Holden didn't know about the miscarriage. He didn't know he had killed his own heir. He just dragged me out of the hospital bed and ordered me to be a bridesmaid at his wedding to the mistress. "Kneel and hold her train," he commanded, using his Alpha Voice to force me down. "That is your place." He thinks I'm broken. He thinks I'm trapped because I'm a weak Omega. But he forgot about the bet he made six months ago. He bet me as a prize in a street race against the ruthless Alpha King—and lost. I dialed the private number I swore I'd never use. "You won," I whispered into the phone. "Come get me." Holden is waiting for me at the altar, expecting a submissive servant. He has no idea that the Alpha King is coming to claim his prize, and his world is about to burn.

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9.5

My Husband Took My Blood for His Mistress’s Baby

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I push through the front door of our penthouse at seven-thirty, my heels clicking against the marble foyer. The familiar weight of my purse strap cuts into my shoulder. Another charity luncheon. Another afternoon of smiling until my cheeks ached while Manhattan socialites whispered about my empty womb. The living room glows with warm lamplight. Savanna Morris sprawls across our white leather sofa like she owns it. Her silk robe — cream-colored, expensive — falls open at the thigh. Her bare feet rest on the glass coffee table, toes painted cherry red. She flips through a pregnancy magazine, the glossy pages catching the light. "How to Prepare Your Nursery for Baby's Arrival," she reads aloud, voice dripping honey.

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8.2

THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME

8.2

After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for. James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world. Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? " But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day. James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation.

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She Found Her Happiness after Dumping her Fiancée

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