Urban Romance
When Samantha Knott opens her eyes, she realizes she has time traveled 50 years into the past.In her past life, she found out on her deathbed that her husband, Harry Wright, had been having an affair with his first love, Lydia Yeager, for 50 years.He was usually away from home for 20 days in a month, claiming that he was on a business trip. But in reality, he was vacationing with Lydia.Everyone in the family knew what was going on. Only Samantha was kept in the dark.Harry wasn't willing to marry Lydia because he didn't want her to be trapped in the kitchen, wanting her to be his precious princess.On the other hand, Samantha was only worthy of being a worn-out housewife who was covered in oil and salt every day.When Samantha died, everyone agreed that she got what she deserved. She had a petty heart, so she deserved to be angered to death. 
From exchanging glances in the high school hallway to walking down the aisle together, Cassandra Blake and Cameron Dorsey have spent 15 years by each other's side.To outsiders, Cassandra is living the dream—swimming in luxuries and showered with love by her devoted husband. However, only she knows the painful truth. Cameron is secretly keeping another woman.She doesn't hesitate to hurl the divorce agreement at him. "Scram. Now, get out of my sight."Unbeknownst to her, in the shadows nearby, someone watching lets a faint smile curl his lips.…Ryan Scott has had his eye on Cassandra for 15 years, but he's forced to silently watch as his best friend ends up with the woman he has always loved. Her smile, once a comfort, now cuts deep.On the night of Cassandra and Cameron's wedding, Ryan stands below their apartment, staring at the light that stays on till morning. He goes home with hands covered with burns from pressing lit cigarette butts into his skin.His housekeeper is shocked. "My goodness! What happened to you?"He says nothing, only requesting a strong saltwater soak. The pain in his hands is nothing compared to the pain in his heart.So what if Cassandra married Cameron? One day, she will become his. She'll take his last name and be buried beside him when they die. 
"Ms. Lundy, we've prepared a replica corpse matching your specifications. It's an exact double of yourself and will be delivered to your and Mr. Hatcher's wedding in ten days."Thea Lundy had been wound tight for days. Now, the voice on the phone brought her a hint of relief."Alright. Thanks," she said."You're welcome. We're just doing our job. And rest assured, no one will doubt the corpse's authenticity."Thea let out a relieved sigh at the assurance. She went over the delivery details one last time before hanging up and entering a private room.The lively conversation inside cut off abruptly when she entered.Terrence Hatcher, her fiancé, seated at the center, immediately rose and took her hand, his eyes filled with concern as he signed, "Thea, you were in the restroom for so long. Are you feeling sick? Let me take you home right now."Looking at the man she had loved for years, Thea Lundy just wanted to sneer.She was deaf, but no one knew that she had already regained her hearing—just to surprise him at the wedding.But nothing prepared her for what she actually heard—Terrence's shameless phone flirtation with his assistant on her first day back. She wasn't going to marry him.She would fake her death and disappear, leaving him to live with guilt forever.And she'd release the sex video of his affair to ruin his reputation completely! 
She stole my wedding. I stole her future.
On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins.
So I did what any woman scorned would do.
I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room—Drexon Moreaux, Kellan’s ruthless billionaire uncle—and declared, “Him. I’ll marry him instead.”
Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire’s heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand.
But he said, “I do.”
Now, my stepsister’s smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I’m a puzzle he’s determined to solve.
This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous—something that feels like love.
Too bad the Moreaux family doesn’t believe in happy endings… 
Just because Quinley Clark's mother accidentally brushes against the richest heiress's custom-made gown, someone breaks her limbs before throwing her into the sea, leaving her to die.When Quinley brings the arrogant heiress to court, the other woman is declared not guilty because the lawyer defending the heiress is none other than the founder of the most untouchable law firm in Juleern—Quinley's own husband, Gary White.At the end of the trial, the dashing and refined man steps down from the defendant's side and places a letter of "apology" in front of Quinley."Quinn, sign this. You wouldn't want to be sued for defamation and go to prison, would you?"Gary sounds gentle and persuasive, but the look beneath his gold-rimmed glasses is sharp and cold.With teary, stubborn eyes, Quinley looks at him and asks tremblingly, "Why, Gary?" 
The day Sylvie Clarke dies is a bitter, frozen winter day. On that day, she learns she's nothing more than a story's vicious supporting role.In the final moments of her short 26 years, her life flickers before her eyes like an old film reel.At 7, she meets Soren Parker for the first time and instantly falls for him. He's handsome and graceful.At 15, she trails behind him like a shadow, full of hope, but his gaze always remains indifferent.At 18, the Parker family goes bankrupt. Soren's parents jump from a rooftop, leaving him burdened with crushing debt, and the once-untouchable golden boy crashes from his pedestal into ruin. Maxreign Ezriel is a spoiled brat and a girl who knows what she wants. Everything she dreams to have; she will get in within a day. But she's going insane that she can't do the same thing towards Bullet Knights, she really likes him, so much! Is there something wrong about her? She's cute, adorable, pretty, and has a good body, yet he doesn't really care about her.She did everything to catch his attention when she met him in person. She did everything; first move, physical touch, calling him with endearments, and everything that might make him look at her even for a minute. But nothing worked, he's still cold.Right when she was about to think that she's going beyond limitations, Bullet suddenly turned the tables. In one snap, he's suddenly the person who's going insane and craving for her attention. 
“A million dollars,” he said, his voice flat, like he was negotiating over a car, not a person.Astrid shook her head, opening her mouth to protest, but he cut her off.“Let’s make it two then,” he offered. She stared at him, stunned, wondering if he’d lost his mind.“Mr. Voss…”“Final offer. Five million,” he said, his gaze steady, unyielding.Astrid took a deep breath, her heart pounding. “Fine. I’ll be your wife.”***When Astrid Blythe, a rising event planner, runs into her ex, Adrian Voss, at his engagement party, she’s shocked to discover that his fiancée is missing. What starts as a strange encounter quickly spirals into something even more surreal when Adrian offers Astrid a proposal of his own: marry him in a cold, calculated, no-strings-attached arrangement.Despite her better judgment, Astrid agrees to the deal. But as the line between business and desire blurs, she finds herself drawn back into Adrian’s dangerous orbit—and realizes, to her horror, that she’s falling again for the man she once loved…the man who had a hand in the death of their child. 
“I used to have ice surrounding my heart, but it melted the moment I fucked you,” Hardin said and she scoffed.“It was just a harmless sex, grow up kid, and let me go!”She yelled.Freda was cheated on by her boyfriend because, he claimed she was bad at sex so he had to cheat.Freda was angry so she went to the clubhouse with the intention of having sex with another man just to see if she was really bad at it. She didn’t know she ended up having sex with a mafia lord.Later on, she was kidnapped by him who was lust after her after having sex with her.He threatened to kill her best friend if she refused to be with him, having no choice, Freda agreed with an intention of killing him.Slowly, she didn’t know how this hatred of hers turned into love, something she wasn’t willing to let go even if he was indifferent towards her.“You’re just one of his sex toys Freda, I was once like you. When he’s done with you, he’d trash you,” Despite knowing all of this, would she let go or hold on it him?Find out! 
My fiance, Jeremy Anderson, and I have been together for ten years. To everyone, we are the perfect couple.I have taken 99 bullets for Jeremy while shielding him from an enemy. To save me, he gives me one of his kidneys.With tears in my eyes, I make a promise to him. "In this life, I'll repay you with 99 favors."On the eve of our wedding, we agree to climb a snowy mountain. But an avalanche strikes, and we are forced to take shelter in a local farmer's home. His first love, the expedition leader, gets injured while saving him. By mistake, she takes an aphrodisiac, thinking it's painkillers. My always-traditional, seemingly pure fiance doesn't hesitate. Jeremy strips off his clothes, ready to relieve her pain.Everyone waits for me to explode in rage, but I walk calmly to the side. Three more favors, then Jeremy and I are even. Soon, it will be time for me to return and take over the mafia. 
After carrying my baby to full term, I gave birth to a daughter. However, my husband, Gavin Jefferson, secretly takes her away to give her to his first love, Isabelle Kerr, who just had a miscarriage.I desperately try to stop him despite my weak body. Irritated, he scolds, "Belle just lost her daughter. Why can't you understand her pain as a mother? You already have a son anyway. I can't believe you're this petty!"At that moment, Isabelle starts crying pitifully. She laments how her life is miserable and how she can never be as happy as me.…The same night, Gavin storms out and spends 200 thousand dollars buying a diamond jewelry set to cheer her up.Isabelle deliberately puts them on and shares a selfie on her social media. She even tags me by writing, "Your husband is so generous, Tiffany. You don't mind if I have a little crush on him, right?"I don't make a scene out of this—and even gave her post a like.After all, I'm not planning to keep a man like this. 
Her daughter lay dying—her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father.That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found.While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight—lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor.All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response:"I'm busy."And then… silence.She waited.And waited.Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand.He never came.Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets—only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle.Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene:Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave.The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night—it was burned to ash.And from those ashes, something far stronger rose:Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving. 
I stage a fake kidnapping to test my husband, Ethan Blake. When he chooses to save his first love, Sabrina Lowe, I expose the setup on the spot and kick him out with nothing.The leaked video blows up online. Some say I was ruthless, others call me a savage. But most of them swoon over Ethan and Sabrina's so-called true love.After the divorce, I tell reporters that marriage is just garbage sorting, but a single comment accusing me of killing my own child sparks a tidal wave of online hate.My best friend, Chloe Morgan, calls me a psychopath. I snap back, and she storms off, ending our friendship.Ethan tries to drag me home by force. I fight back with a stun gun, call the police, and fire the head of security for doing nothing—earning myself even worse press.I hit the club, get drunk, and end up in paparazzi shots with headlines screaming about my chaotic personal life.When I return to work, the board suspends me over the negative publicity, and the VPs take turns humiliating me.On my way home, strangers threw paint, eggs, and punches at me, and I shed my first tears since losing my child.Then, Ethan and Sabrina appear. Sabrina livestreams as the fragile victim, even shielding me from a car to polish her saintly image. I'm loaded into an ambulance, mocking her for asking for trouble. I leak Ethan's address to the fangirls who want to marry him, and they harass him.Ethan films a teary apology, playing the devoted man, and climbs to the top of the "Most Eligible Bachelor in the Country" list. I respond by launching a flashy husband-hunt campaign, drawing in male models and rich bachelors.Ethan panics and disguises himself as a food delivery guy, sneaking into the hospital and claiming that Sabrina is dying. Then, he knocks me out and straps me to a cold examination table, planning to force a pregnancy on me. What he doesn't know is that I've activated the hidden camera sewn into my hospital gown. Sabrina walks in, perfectly fine. Together, they beat me, unaware that the whole world is watching this live. 
For five years, Clara Bennett has been Eugene Collins's legal wife—but never his partner, never his love. Branded a homewrecker and treated as a pawn in a family power play, she's endured silence, coldness, and humiliation. When Eugene forces her into an egg retrieval procedure—without anesthesia—to produce a child he doesn't even want, Clara reaches her breaking point.His cruelty is unrelenting. His mistress mocks her. And even in front of her, he flaunts betrayal like a badge of pride. But when Clara's broken heart brings her to the edge—literally—a single moment stands between life and death.This isn't just a story about a loveless marriage.It's about a woman who gave everything, lost everything, and must now decide: stay shattered for the man who destroyed her, or rise—for herself and the life growing inside her.In the ruins of heartbreak, Clara may find the strength to fight back. 
It was widely known that Johnson, the wild young man from Los Angeles, fell in love at first sight with Maria, the genius girl from the slums. However, a car accident caused Johnson to lose his memory, and Maria fell into a coma.When Maria opened her eyes again, Johnson had already found someone new. He forced her to divorce, insulted her, and never cherished her.Five years later, Maria was married to someone else. Johnson, with tears in his eyes, knelt in front of Maria and pleaded, "I remember everything now, Maria. Will you marry me?"Maria, holding her husband Cruz and their daughter Cinderella, looked at Johnson as if he were a dead man and said, "Don't talk to the bad uncle, okay?" 
When Wilson Graves, my husband, who's our hospital's director, finds out that I've voluntarily given away the promotion to Jessica Atwood, the junior he dotes on the most, he actually agrees to sire a child with me despite not wanting children at all.
Jessica goes mad with jealousy once she finds out about the news. She picks up a scalpel and intends to cripple her own hands while demanding to quit her job as well.
Wilson panics immediately. Not only does he give Jessica my bonus in an attempt to appease her, but he also moves out of our home and goes on a vacation around the globe with her for one full month.
After the vacation, Wilson just looks at me coldly.
"Jessie and I have been busy with our business trip by attending medical conferences everywhere, unlike you, who's been doing nothing this whole time! That's why you still have time to come up with malicious conspiracy theories about us!
"You're just vile from the inside out, Claire! Only vile people think the worst of everyone else!"
I tighten my grip on the pregnancy report that Jessica has delivered to me. Instead of feeling mad, all I do is smile.
Since I'm not throwing a tantrum at all, Wilson looks very pleased. He promises me that he'll have a baby with me soon so that he can fulfill my wish of becoming a mother.
But what he doesn't know is that we won't have a future together anymore.
Just some time ago, he has personally signed the divorce certificate, after all. 
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