Simp No More and He Lost It

Everyone knew in her social circle that Verena was free-spirited and outspoken, notorious for frequently changing boyfriends. But no one expected that at a friend's gathering, she would fall head over heels for the introverted and distant physics professor, Lanny. After months of unsuccessful pursuit, Verena felt defeated. "My family has arranged a marriage for me, so I won't bother you anymore," she said. Lanny, usually calm and composed, lost control in an instant. "Don't get married. I promise I'll date you." They were together for two years, during which Verena enjoyed a blissful romance. However, while planning their wedding, she discovered that Lanny's true love was her half-sister! She quietly canceled the wedding and vanished from Lanny's life. Yet, he became frantic, desperately searching for her whereabouts.

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In the hospital room, Lanny hurried in, only to find Bethany crying, looking pitiful and upset.

The moment she saw him, she hastily wiped her tears and stubbornly turned her head away.

"Bethany, what's wrong?" Lanny asked, reaching for a tissue to wipe her face, but she dodged him.

"The groom… shouldn't you be at your wedding right now? Why are you here?" Bethany mumbled, head bowed.

Lanny froze for a moment.

This was the first time Bethany had thrown a little tantrum in front of him.

Before he could respond, she looked up at him with big, teary eyes. "Lanny, I already told you, you don't have to sacrifice your feelings for me."

Lanny was momentarily speechless.

After a pause, Bethany asked softly, "Or have you already fallen for Verena, and that's why you're going through with the wedding?"

"No," Lanny denied immediately. "I don't like Verena."

"Then why are you marrying her?"

Bethany wrapped her arms around his waist and begged in a soft, pleading voice, "Don't go to the wedding, please. I'm sorry I realized I liked you so late. I should have noticed sooner…"

Lanny straightened his back, his mind a tangle of conflicting emotions.

He could never forget the day, five years ago, when his mother suffered a sudden heart attack in a mall. It was Bethany who performed CPR for twenty minutes until the ambulance arrived.

The doctors later said that without her quick thinking, the outcome would have been disastrous.

When Lanny rushed back from overseas, the first thing he saw was Bethany feeding his mother, carefully tending to her.

She was barely in her early twenties, yet already so capable and caring.

From that day, Lanny got to know Bethany.

She might come from a wealthy family, but she was sensible and kind, never spoiled.

She often visited his mother and would even share her university life frustrations with him, loving to listen to him explain quantum entanglement or black holes.

Over time, Lanny began to look forward to each encounter.

Perhaps it was the way she focused so intently when learning about physics, or how she could always make his mother laugh.

Then one day, she shyly confessed she had a crush on someone.

It was Vernon, the heir of the Blair family in Northvale.

At that moment, Lanny felt an inexplicable unease.

Maybe it was jealousy, maybe just a desire to protect her.

Either way, hearing she liked another man made him unsettled.

But her secret crush didn't last long. The accident left her in a vegetative state.

Later, Lanny met Verena and learned of her engagement to Vernon. Immediately, he thought of Bethany.

If she woke up and found out the man she liked was marrying someone else, how devastated would she be?

Without hesitation, he made a choice.

He decided to be with a woman who had been pursuing him relentlessly for months, just to protect Bethany's happiness.

For the past two years, Verena had kept her word, never pressing for the arranged marriage.

And now, Bethany was awake.

But Lanny didn't expect that she would confess her feelings to him.

It was a moment he had only vaguely dreamed of, now coming to life.

"Bethany... "

Lanny drew in a deep breath, glancing at his watch. He couldn't delay any longer.

Verena was already waiting in the banquet hall.

She had anticipated this wedding for so long, picking out the ring, trying on the dress, even preparing the favors herself.

If he told her now that the wedding was off, she would be furious.

Lanny could already picture her face red with anger.

"Don't go, don't…" Bethany cried, clinging to him. "I don't want to see you with Verena. I don't want anyone but you."

In that instant, Lanny felt as if his heart had been struck, his thoughts in chaos.

"Alright, I won't marry her," Lanny said, closing his eyes, then added, "But Bethany, no matter what, I need to go to the wedding hall to tell Verena in person."

At the very least, he couldn't let Verena wait anxiously, becoming a laughingstock among the guests.

"Okay," Bethany said, still clinging to him. "You'll come back, right?"

"Of course," Lanny said, patting her head before leaving.

Outside the hospital, he checked his phone. Surprisingly, Verena hadn't sent a single reminder message.

Maybe she was still getting ready?

Thinking about how he would tell her the wedding was canceled made him uneasy.

Verena's love was passionate and fierce, and she showed it without restraint.

Lanny could already imagine how heartbroken and angry she would be.

But it was time to end it.

He didn't love Verena, and there was no reason to continue.

Arriving at the banquet hall, Lanny paused at the entrance, hearing the lively chatter of the guests.

On stage, the bride and groom were exchanging rings.

He glanced at the address Verena had sent him, confirming he was in the right place, and approached a staff member.

"Excuse me, aren't Lanny and Verena the bride and groom here?"

The staff member's eyes widened. "Oh! That wedding was canceled about ten days ago."

Lanny's pupils constricted sharply, "Canceled?!"

"Yes," the staff member nodded. "The bride called and canceled the wedding originally set for the 28th."

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8.6

A Second Chance At True Love

8.6

On our third wedding anniversary, I planned to tell my husband I was pregnant. Instead, I watched him get down on one knee and propose to another woman. In the ensuing chaos, he shoved me down a flight of marble stairs. I woke up in the hospital, losing our baby. The doctor called him, begging him to come. "Tell her to stop this pathetic act," I heard my husband's voice say over the phone. "I don't have time for her games." He hung up. He was at the same hospital, comforting his mistress over a minor burn while our child died. After three years of lies and five broken promises, I finally woke up. I left him a box with the ultrasound photos and my miscarriage diagnosis, signed the divorce papers, and disappeared from his life forever.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.5

Dangerous Love: My Pet Princess

8.5

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8.7

Ex Begs Back-After Letting Another Wolf Claim My Kid

8.7

I've spent years as the Blake pack's punching bag-all because of a lie about my dad. Veronica, the she-wolf I once loved, the mother of my little Ivy, spat on me daily. "You're a rogue," she'd snarl, slamming me into walls. "Ivy will never know you're her father." Preston, that snake, made it worse. He paid thugs to beat me, whispered lies to turn the pack against me. But when Veronica locked me in a basement with rabid dogs? That's when I knew I had to die-or fake it. I chose the latter. Now I'm free. Camille's in my arms, our daughter Lila clinging to my leg, her laugh brighter than the moon. But Veronica found me. "Owen, I love you," she sobbed, dragging me to a binding ceremony. I stared at Camille, at Lila's sleeping face. "Some wounds don't heal, pup."

Mafia Romance Werewolf

7.1

His Mafia Queen, My Substitute Heart

7.1

My perfect marriage to Don Dante Moretti, the most powerful man in the New York mob, ended the moment my father died. I was twenty-four, pregnant with his heir, and I believed I was his queen. But for two days, while I planned a funeral alone, my husband was unreachable. Then a friend sent me a photo. Dante in London, his hand tangled in the hair of the woman beside him. It was my cousin, Valentina. He came home with lies about a dead phone and a difficult summit. That night, I found his private journal, and my world disintegrated. He had married me because I had "Valentina’s eyes." I was a substitute. Our unborn child wasn't a product of love. It was a project. A girl he planned to name Elena, after Valentina, calling her a "perfect, tiny piece of the woman I can never truly possess." I wasn't his wife. I was a stand-in. The love I felt for him didn't just die. It was murdered. The next morning, I slid a folder across the kitchen island. "Donation forms," I said. He didn't even look before scrawling his signature on what were actually our finalized divorce papers. His arrogance was my weapon. As he slept beside me that night, smelling of lies and my cousin, I made an appointment at a private clinic. He wanted a legacy? I would give him nothing.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

Mafia Princess's Vengeance for Lost Heir

8.2

At my ten-week ultrasound, I was supposed to be celebrating the future of the Falcone family. I was Isabella Falcone, wife to the most powerful Don in the south. But when the nurse called my name, the man who stood up beside his pregnant mistress was my husband. In the sterile silence of that waiting room, he chose her. He later confessed he was being blackmailed by her family-a weakness that was a death sentence in our world. That night, he moved his mistress into our home, into my bedroom, and locked me away like a prisoner in the staff quarters. He wasn't imprisoning his wife; he was guarding an asset. He needed the legitimate heir I carried to save his crumbling empire. His betrayal was absolute when his own mother and my adoptive parents arrived while he was away. They forced me to sign divorce papers, then told me they were taking me to a clinic. His mother pulled out a gun and pointed not at my head, but at my stomach. "We're terminating this complication," she said coldly. As they dragged me from the house, my world went dark. But through the haze, I saw a fleet of black cars blocking the gate. An army of men poured out, led by a face I had only ever seen in a photograph. Days earlier, locked in my room, I made a single phone call to the only man more powerful than my husband: my biological father, the head of the Chicago Outfit. And he had come to collect his daughter.

Mafia Modern Romance

Simp No More and He Lost It

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