I married Eleanor Vance on the very same day her true love was getting married next door. Just as we were about to exchange rings, the man himself stormed into our ceremony. Red-eyed and shaking, he announced that the only woman he'd ever loved was Eleanor and that he couldn't go through with marrying the fiancee waiting for him, the one battling a terminal illness. Eleanor didn't even look at me. She pulled her hand from mine and ran after him. I was left standing there, humiliated, while my mother was so angry she ended up in the hospital. Later, the abandoned bride and I caught each other's eyes for a moment. I asked quietly, "Do you want to switch grooms?" Three years passed before Eleanor came back. She was crying, saying she regretted everything. But I scooped up both kids from the backseat, one in each arm. I stepped aside and said, "Excuse me. I'm in a hurry to pick up my wife from work."
Five years ago, biomedical researcher Mara Ellison’s husband, Caleb Warren, was involved in an accident while on a business trip in Australia and was declared “missing.” Everyone told Mara that he was dead. Unable to cope with the loss, Mara once attempted to take her own life, but Caleb’s best friend, Julian Hayes, saved her and stayed by her side through the next three years of trauma and recovery. In the fourth year, Mara finally opened her heart to Julian, and the two began a relationship. In the fifth year, Mara discovered she was pregnant and planned to surprise Julian with the news. Instead, she accidentally found evidence in his study revealing that Caleb had never died. He had already built a new family with Mara’s best friend, Sienna Brooks, and the two had a four-year-old daughter. As Mara continued investigating, she learned that Julian had known the truth from the very day he saved her five years earlier—and that even her own mother, Helen, had known all along. Everyone had helped maintain the lie for five years, all in the name of “protecting” her. After the truth came out, Mara lost the baby due to complications in early pregnancy. Caleb, Sienna, Julian, and Helen each eventually confessed what had really happened five years before. Mara finally understood that they had not lied to her only once. Every single day for the past five years, they had made the choice to keep deceiving her. In the end, Mara forgave none of them. She left the city, returned to work, rebuilt her life, and continued therapy, slowly freeing herself from her emotional dependence on Julian. A year later, when Mara saw Julian again, she no longer needed his explanations. At the end of the story, she buys a pair of white baby shoes in memory of the child she lost and writes on the card, “Mommy remembers you.” Only then does she truly understand that the person who finally pulled her out of the ruins was herself.
She was bled dry to save her twin brother, then thrown away. Eighteen years later, the discarded Carter heiress returns to her family's company as a poor cleaner’s daughter—only to be tormented unknowingly by the regretful family desperately searching for her. When the truth finally surfaces, love and cruelty collide in blood.
Reborn after being murdered by the infertile Crown Prince, Golden Dragon heiress Aurelia discovers he has returned too. She marries the overlooked Silver Dragon Prince Cassian instead. When she bears an Ancient-Blood Golden Dragon, her arrogant ex can only watch everything he wanted become another man’s.
On my wedding day, I slept for six hours inside my own dressing room. By the time I reached the DeLuca family chapel in the Hudson Valley, Matteo had already completed the entire ceremony with his childhood friend, Sofia Rinaldi, the daughter of one of the DeLucas’ oldest allied families. She wore the gown I had spent six months designing and the pearl tiara passed down through generations of DeLuca women. Allies from New York, Chicago, and Sicily had witnessed everything. No one had saved a place for the real bride. Matteo looked at my pale face and explained calmly. “Sofia put the sedative in your tea. She only wanted one wedding. The dose was small, so there is no reason to make this into something bigger.” Everyone waited for me to cause a scene. I only let out a quiet sigh and looked at Matteo with disappointment. My family had given me one final chance to marry for love. Now that the wedding had failed, I had to return to Sicily, obey their decision, and inherit the family.
In her first life, Giovannina loved Don Carlo for ten years, only to be hated by him over her stepsister’s death. Reborn, she gives up her inheritance, breaks off her engagement, and willingly takes her stepsister’s place in the deadly Alliance trial—just to get away from him. Framed and pushed to the brink of death, Giovannina refuses to give in and starts uncovering the truth. But just as the truth is about to come out, Carlo finally realizes—the woman he hated all these years may have been innocent all along…
The Don's Contract Wife: From Butcher Girl to True Heiress
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Betrayed by her maid, true heiress Sloane loses her memory and becomes a butcher girl. Fate brings her to Dante, a mafia heir fleeing an arranged marriage. They marry by contract, never knowing his fiancée is the impostor who took Sloane’s place. With Dante’s help, Sloane reclaims her memory, her name, and her family.
My best friend, Mandy Cooper, and my boyfriend, Logan Bennett, had been at each other's throats since freshman year of college. Years ago, a careless mistake of Mandy’s indirectly led to the death of Logan’s best friend. Ever since that day, Logan made it his life's mission to wreck every ounce of happiness she ever tried to build. The day he crashed her third attempt at a wedding, I had just gotten back from studying abroad. Right in the middle of the chaos and shouting, Logan’s eyes locked onto mine from across the crowded room. It was love at first sight. Now, five years into our relationship, he was still obsessively scheming to ruin Mandy’s ninth wedding. I’ve begged him to drop it a million times, but he always shuts me down with the same stone-cold answer—"She doesn't deserve to be happy." Mandy came to my place in tears, begging for help. She planned to sneak off and throw a low-key wedding out of the country, scheduling it for the exact day Logan was supposed to fly back from his business trip. She needed me to keep tabs on him at home. "Maya, please. This guy is a total catch. He's a college guy, hot enough to be an actor, and I’m going to marry him. You have to help me keep Logan off my back." I promised her I would. To stall Logan, I blew up his phone asking when his flight was landing, but I didn't get a single reply. Then I opened Instagram and scrolled past a photo from Mandy's wedding. Standing right beside her, caught in a grainy side-profile shot, was Logan. The truth hit me like a physical punch. Five years of love, and every second of it was a sick joke. Just as my chest tightened with a numb, hollow ache, the doorbell rang. I opened the door to find a ridiculously handsome guy standing on my doorstep, dressed in a sharp tuxedo. "Hey," he said, offering a casual smile, "I’m the rent-a-groom Ms. Cooper hired. I'm here for the gig." I stared at him, and suddenly, a quiet laugh bubbled up in my chest. If Logan could turn around and tie the knot with
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