My fiancé, Keith Odell is a hot air balloon pilot. His first love, Michelle Lavigne, insisted on taking a risk and flying to a thousand meters above ground when the balloon’s helium began to leak. In that moment of crisis, Keith grabbed the tandem parachute and leaped with her. With tears in my eyes, I begged him, “I'm pregnant with your child. Can’t you take me first?” But he reproached me. “Is this really the time to fake your pregnancy because of a bit of jealousy? You learned how to skydive but Chelle is afraid of heights. We’ll wait for you on the ground.” Then he forcibly shook off my hand and parachuted down with his first love. He failed to notice the hole in the only parachute he left me. Michelle had deliberately done it. Carrying our unborn child, I closed my eyes and leaped.
To inherit her family's fortune, Cynthia must marry into the ruthless Costa mafia dynasty. A reckless one-night stand turns into her worst nightmare — he's her boyfriend's father. Betrayed by her lover and best friend, she enters a marriage of revenge... only to fall hopelessly for the dangerous man she swore to use. Passion, betrayal, and a mafia empire collide.
After being rejected and disgraced by his ex-wife, Lee Hyun-woo, the hidden heir of the Lee family, finds new love with Kang Yoo-jin. As they face his chaebol family’s trials and bring down their enemies, Hyun-woo reclaims his power, wealth, and the love he was meant to have.
Everyone called Sawyer a pathetic nobody, but he secretly unlocks the power to command gods. Now, with the entire academy watching, he’s ready to make every person who looked down on him regret it, and win the heart of the one girl who never did.
A retired legendary pilot, Kai Shaw, hides his identity as an air traffic controller. When a cocky female captain ignores his warnings and nearly crashes the plane, Kai risks his life with outstanding maneuvers to save 300 passengers. Not only does he humiliate the arrogant captain, but he also wins the heart of the chairman’s secret daughter.
Five years ago, after losing both my father and my son, I finally ended my marriage to Damian Walker and left for France alone to study perfumery again.
Five years later, I returned to New York as “Leah,” an internationally renowned master perfumer. But Damian and his first love, Vivian, still believed I had come back because I could not let go of the past.
What no one knew was that I had already rebuilt my life—and married Theodore, the man who now leads the Lambert luxury empire.
When Vivian targeted me again and even stole my perfume formula to enter an international perfumery competition, I refused to stay silent any longer.
As my identity as Leah was revealed and the truth behind the theft came to light, even more secrets that had been buried for years began to surface.
In the end, I uncovered the full truth behind my son’s death five years earlier and finally saw Damian’s belated regret for what it truly was.
But this time, I will never look back.
I died on the day I was supposed to receive the Silvermoon Devotion Medal from the pack. My family, though—they were busy celebrating my little sister winning the "Pack's Best Neighbor" award at her birthday party. While she made her wish for the whole family to love her forever, I dialed my fated mate, Alpha Theodore, begging for help. He cut me off with an impatient snap— "Diana, this is the most important moment of Elara's life. Quit pulling those petty stunts for attention." It was the ninety-ninth time he'd chosen her over me. But there won't be a next time. Because I'm already dead.
At the wedding banquet, my fiancé arrived late with his first love in a best man's outfit, while the groom's suit was thrown on the sofa in a mess. "Quentin, today is our wedding..." "Natalie!" Quentin interrupted me sharply, his eyes full of warnings. "I think you should know what to say and what not to say. Be accommodating and don't make me hate you." I laughed bitterly. Just because Quentin's first love lost her memory, everyone was playing a game of finding memories with her, so we had to hide it from her and coax her, and not overwhelm her. In order to comfort me, Quentin came forward and hugged me, and whispered in my ear, "Nat, you can understand me, right?" I nodded to show my understanding, turned around, and took the hand of the real best man to join in holy matrimony. Later, when I was shopping in the mall while pregnat, he stopped me with tears in his eyes: "Nat, we were all acting, weren't we? How did you get pregnant?"
My Fiancé Flirted with My Best Friend in Italian, But It Was My Native Language
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At our engagement party, my fiancé, James Pierce, and my best friend, Rachel Bellini, slipped into Italian again. Years ago, the two of them had gone off to college in Milan together, leaving me to study alone in America. Right before our engagement speeches, James leaned close to Rachel's ear and murmured in low, husky Italian, "If you were the one standing here beside me today, I'd be so much happier." I turned to stare at him in disbelief, every ounce of joy draining out of me in an instant. But James just smiled at me, all innocence, and switched to English. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Nerves getting to you?" I had lost count of how many times James and Rachel had talked in Italian right in front of my face. At dinner, they critiqued the dishes in Italian. At the movies, they joked about the plot in Italian. Over afternoon tea, they traded old stories and private jokes in Italian, things only the two of them understood. I had protested. We had even fought about it. But James would only say impatiently, "Isabella, this is how we lived for four years of college. Can you stop making a scene over nothing? If you can't understand Italian, go learn it yourself!" Rachel glanced at me, smothered a laugh, and went on in Italian, "Look at that shocked little face. She clearly has no idea how hard you went at it with me the night before your engagement party." James answered with utter contempt and absolute certainty. "So what if she found out? You think she could survive without me?" The note card with my speech slipped from my fingers and landed without a sound, but the weight of it hit me like a blow to the chest. They had no idea. My father is Italian. I was born in Italy. After my parents divorced, I moved to America with my mother, Eleanor Bennett, when I was ten. I understood every word they said in Italian.
Abandoned half-blood Liam is dragged into a political marriage and humiliated publicly.He’s saved by Severin—the most powerful Vampire Prince, his wife’s stepfather, and Liam’s drunken one-night stand. The prince confesses his love and vows to awaken Liam’s vampire powers.
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