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Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins

Five years ago, I left my husband a note. Three sentences. A returned bracelet. A door closing softly at 4am. He told me to get rid of our baby. I got rid of him instead. Now he’s sitting across my boardroom table in the city I built for myself, looking for the woman he married. She’s gone. What’s left is stronger.

The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back)

Nineteen-year-old Hannah Jones has always been the unwanted daughter—overlooked, undervalued, and sacrificed for her family's sake. When her father's company faces bankruptcy, she's forced to marry billionaire Elijah Martinez in place of her spoiled younger sister, Janet. Framed by her own family as a jealous schemer, Hannah endures cold indifference from Elijah and cruelty from his family. Broken and alone, she finally escapes, leaving the country, her toxic family, and her loveless marriage behind. Seven years later, Hannah returns as a successful writer and designer with twin children and a fortune of her own. She's ready to divorce Elijah and close that painful chapter forever. But Elijah, who spent years searching for her after uncovering the truth, refuses to let her go. He's determined to win the heart of the woman he once ignored even if she no longer needs him. "You're still my wife, Hannah. You're not going anywhere." "Your wife? I have more money than your entire family now, Elijah. I don't need you or your name anymore."

Your Uncle’s My Husband Now—Back Off, Ex!

On their third wedding anniversary, Clark Summer gifted his wife a diamond necklace named "Love Nyla," broadcasting his devotion to the world. But while the public swooned, Nyla sat alone in their empty home, staring at a photo sent by a stranger: her husband’s new secretary, Jordyn, wearing that same necklace, tangled in Clark’s arms. For three years, Nyla had been the perfect, submissive wife. In return, she received betrayal, humiliation from her mother-in-law, and Clark’s sickening justification that his affair was merely a "physical necessity" while he still loved her. He believed Nyla was trapped, tethered to him by her father’s astronomical medical bills. He thought she would swallow the insults and raise his mistress's child. He was wrong. Selling their mansion, gathering evidence, and delivering irrefutable proof of her infidelity… Nera turned and left, donning a white lab coat instead of an apron, transforming overnight into a top-tier pharmaceutical researcher who had astonished the industry. When Clark, with belated repentance and red-eyed pleading for her return, saw his icy ex-wife being gently embraced by his uncle Damon, he saw the aloof man before him. The superior man coldly glanced at his nephew, his voice low and dangerous: "What are you calling 'wife'? Call her 'auntie'."

The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Avery watched her boyfriend Ryan cheating with her half sister Zara right in front of her eyes on the Mating Day, the day she was meant to be claimed by Ryan as his chosen mate. The worse thing is that Ryan and Zara had the right to do so, because they just found out they were fated mates. Heartbroken, Avery fleed into the forest, only to fell into the arms of a dangerous stranger whose scent triggered her mating heat. Avery believed he was a rogue, so she just wanted one night of forbidden passion in the dark and ran away the next morning without even knowing what he looked like exactly. However, after she got home, she panicked as she found out she was marked by that stranger... Avery's father threatened to kill her if she couldn't secure a husband who could accept her. Just when Avery thought no one would want a marked girl, Alpha Gideon choose her as his bride, and something about him just seemed familiar....

The Pack's Doctor

Yara Ellis is a medical student, hiding in a human university while she studies to become a doctor. Unlike most, Yara is majoring in human medicine, veterinary medicine, and minoring in zoology. Since the packs are constantly at war, there are never enough doctors to help injured pack members. She’s been on her own for several years now, escaping from her previous pack and making her own way in the world, hoping to one day return to her roots and become the premier doctor of the packs. Warren Hill is an Alpha, caught up in the constant wars that abound between the packs and the battles that are never-ending. He’s a strong and powerful Alpha, but because of the constant fighting between the packs, he’s never been able to find his mate. One day when Yara is letting her wolf run, she comes across Alpha Warren, caught in a bear trap. She’s heard of this, packs leaving traps so that other pack’s members will get caught and either die a slow death or are easily killed. Warren is in his wolf form, unable to shift without ripping his leg off. Yara carefully springs the trap, releasing him from his metal capture. However, Warren recognizes her as his mate and when his pack arrives, he’s unwilling to leave her behind. Yara doesn’t want to return to Warren’s pack but is unable to fight against the Alpha and his warriors. When she hears that the one who desperately wants her, the one she ran to get away from, is now Alpha of his pack, she realizes that the safest place for her may be with Alpha Warren, even if he is her mate and even if he is unwilling to ever let her go.

CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA DON

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

Claimed By My Mafia Step brother

Isabella Martinez's father died when she was eighteen years old. She had been separated from her mother at an early age and had no knowledge of the business her mother was involved in with her new husband. After her father's death, she is pushed into her mother's world, where she meets her husband and her husband's son, Alex. Alex is unlike any male she has ever encountered; he is cruel and demanding. He's harsh and intimidating. Alex was known to instill dread in individuals merely by glancing at them. Isabella is unaware that he is the world's most dreaded Mafia Don. Alex claims Isabella is his own the instant his eyes meet hers. Her stepbrother is a womanizer who astonished everyone when he claimed Isabella. Isabella is terrified and despairing; will she learn to accept her stepbrother into her heart? She shouted out, "Y-You can't do that." ❝You are my brother.❞ He chuckled at her. ❝I am not your brother, neonata.❞ His lips were on her neck, nibbling her skin and moving down. ❝ Why are you doing this? She asked. ❝ Because you are mine.

CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance

COMPLETED ERICA Kidnapped-Sold-Caged. That’s what happened when I became careless & didn’t recognise the real monster in Armani, instead became Obsessed with his beautiful face & dark accent. Antonio Rossi. He bought me. Now I’m a captive in his billion dollar cage. It has everything but peace & freedom—two things I dreamed of since childhood. He’s ruthless in his quest to make me understand who’s the master of me. He said-I belong to him, that he owns me. He promised retaliation for every rule break. His touch meant for punishment burns me, leaves me thinking maybe he’s right which only makes me hate him more. But he forgot about my promise to him-The day he locked me in his cage I promised him, I’d make him beg on his knees & at the end of this nightmare I’d wake up with a smile on my face. ANTONIO Ruthless-Monster. I’m the monster nightmares are made of. The human part of me died long time ago, now I live for vengeance & blood of my enemy. I’m the real villain of this story. There’s nothing & no-one that would stop me from getting the blood that I was owed. Except her-And she tries. Oh, how she fûcking tries. She doesn't know that she's a pawn in my game. She's a collateral—a sacrifice I chose, but she hasn’t accepted it. She rattles the bars of her cage, disobeys me & earns a punishment for every insult she throws my way. The fight for freedom in her eyes makes me furious, it burns me. It makes me fascinated too-really not a good thing for her. Because if I cared then I’d make her a lifelong captive in my cage. Second Book- TRAPPED FOREVER-A Dark & Twisted Happily Ever After.

The Forced Bride Of The Devil Alvaro

Being a bride had always been Cyra’s sweet dream but what she didn't know was that in order to save her love and boyfriend, Ethan, she would have to become the forced bride of Zaiden Alvaro’s…aka…the Devil Alvaro. Read To Find Out.

THE DEVIL’S ONLY INNOCENCE

WARNING: Prepare to question my morals….and yours. This book will drag you into decisions your pastor, therapist and ancestors might not approve of. This adventure does not care about your innocence. If your morally upright and your conscience is squeaky clean, please exit the ride before things get messy. The rest of us? Let’s misbehave. TRIGGER WARNING: This book contains strong language, scenes of violence, blood,physical abuse, attempted sexual abuse and attempted suicide. It also explores themes of emotional distress and mental health struggles. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ~~~~~~~~~~ She was the girl fate had broken. A tragic accident stole her memories and left her with the innocence of a child,fragile, gentle, and lost in a world too cruel to understand her. He was the man everyone feared. A mafia boss with enemies at every turn, a life built on blood, and a heart long emptied of love. Until her. To him, she isn’t broken,she’s rare. Her laughter soothes the monster inside him, her touch unearths a part of him he thought was dead. She becomes his peace, his purpose, his undoing. But love in his world is never pure,it’s possessive, consuming, and edged with danger. He swears to protect her from everything that hunts them… never realizing some threats don’t come from the outside. Because in a world built on secrets and sins, even the softest heart can hide the sharpest blade. One fragile girl. One dangerous man. One love that could either save them—or destroy them both.

Faking My Death to Escape the Cartel King

Two years ago, a car explosion outside an expensive restaurant in Guadalajara left behind ash, and DNA evidence confirming the death of Xitllali De La Rosa. The world believed the submissive, quiet wife of the city’s most brutal mafia enforcer was gone forever. In reality, Xitllali planned her own death, and she fled into the misty highlands of Chiapas, changed her name, and started over. She opened a small floral shop and tried to build the quiet life she'd always wanted. For two years, it worked. Until the afternoon the bell above her shop door rings, and the ghost of her past steps inside. Guillermo, the husband she ran away from, came before her. She was expecting a bullet to the heart for abandoning the cartel, but she got really surprised when the most feared man in Mexico drops to one knee, slides a gun across the wooden counter, and lowers his head. He knew she faked her death. He let her run. And for twenty-four brutal months, he burned the entire underworld to the ground, slaughtering every person that wanted to hurt her. He didn't come back to kill her. He's here to ask for a second chance.

Married To The Devil For Peace

She was never meant to find out. Twenty-three-year-old Velma Moretti has spent her entire life believing she is the cherished daughter of one of the most powerful mafia families in New York. Everything changes the night she overhears a conversation she was never meant to hear. She isn’t a daughter, she’s a bargaining chip. To prevent a bloody war between rival syndicates, Velma is promised to Izaak Volkov — the feared heir of a Russian mafia empire known for brutality, violence, and absolute loyalty. Izaak wants nothing to do with a political marriage. Velma wants nothing to do with him. Unfortunately, neither of them gets a choice. Forced into a marriage designed to secure peace, they become trapped between two powerful criminal organizations, family betrayals, assassination attempts, and secrets capable of starting a war. The longer Velma remains at Izaak’s side, the more she discovers the monster the world fears isn’t the man she expected. But when a devastating secret from her past comes to light, both mafia empires are forced to choose: Protect the woman at the centre of the conflict or sacrifice her to keep the peace. The problem? Izaak Volkov has never been good at sharing what belongs to him. And he now considers Velma his.

Knowing Jude

"You're not the type of girl I'd usually kiss," he says, his eyes fixed on my lips. "But I'll do it anyway." Then the cocky jerk leans in and kisses me. *** He claims to like her, she claims she'd never be stupid enough to trust a bad boy with her heart. *** After the death of her best friend, Ava Jordan Hansen's main goal is to get through senior year without losing her mind. She badly wants a distraction from her dark thoughts...but is tutoring the school's bad boy the solution? Jude Walker's life has never been easy--not since he made a mistake that turned his family against him. His father cut him off at 18, and to support himself, he took up underground fighting, modelling--whatever puts a buck in his pocket. He needs a university scholarship and to fix his Math grade, he finds himself thrown together with a smartass good girl. The two seem so different at a glance--the nerdy girl with a smart mouth and the troublesome bad boy with a different girl pressed against his locker every week. But they both have their own trauma, fighting not to drown in their pain. Will they help each other survive, or will they drag each other deeper under the surface?

Becoming the bad boy's pet

"How bad do you want it? Is it strong enough for you to become my pet." His hands wrapped around her neck, and his voice a low growl as a deadly smile played on his lips. *** Bella knew the Mystery Cafeteria Boy was trouble from the first time she saw him. He was the one that was going to blow up her cover and uncover her past. Stuck in the same grade she had no other choice but to make a deal to become his pet. Could he bully his pet? Yes. Fall in love with his pet? Hell no.

Bully Me

When Lexi realises nobody has the power to turn her on like her high school bully she pays him a visit but ends up getting more than she bargained for.

HOW TO MAKE HER FALL? STEP NUMBER ONE, LIE

A class group project. Yep! That was all it took for popular, charming, and notoriously arrogant playboy hockey captain Carter Hayes to realize the one girl at Hawthorne Academy who wasn’t impressed by him had gotten under his skin. Every girl fell at his feet. Every girl melted at the sight of him. Every girl wanted his attention. But Allison Monroe? Not even his charm, confidence, or annoyingly perfect face could make her look twice. The quiet bookworm was completely immune to him, and Carter Hayes was not used to being ignored. Why was the only girl in the entire school not swooning over him? Determined to change the way Ally sees him, he is prepared to do whatever it takes to make her fall for him. And step number one? Lie.

My Ex's Best Friend Is My Fake Boyfriend

After getting dumped by her boyfriend in the most humiliating way possible, seventeen-year-old Emma Carter becomes the center of her school's gossip. Determined to prove she doesn't need him, Emma makes a reckless deal with the one person who could make her ex jealous—his arrogant, bad-boy best friend, Jake Anderson. The rules are simple: pretend to date, make her ex regret leaving her, and end the fake relationship when the plan works. But nothing stays simple. Jake starts walking her to class, defending her from rumors, texting her late at night, and looking at her like she's no longer part of a game. Emma tells herself it's all an act, even when her heart starts racing whenever he gets close. Then a fake kiss becomes real. And suddenly, Emma isn't trying to make her ex jealous anymore. She's falling for the one boy she was never supposed to want. But when her ex discovers the truth, old secrets surface, friendships fall apart, and Emma must decide whether she's willing to risk everything for a love that was never supposed to be real. Because sometimes the person you pretend to love becomes the person you can't imagine losing.

THE PLAYBOY'S BIGGEST MISTAKE

Jace Anderson makes a bet to make Maya Carter fall for him and publicly dump her. But the game changes when he falls for her first. When Maya discovers the truth, she walks away from the boy she thought she could trust. Now Jace has to prove his feelings are real—but Maya has one question left: Can you love someone you can never trust again?

Crazy Ex After Divorce

When Zack Davis went bankrupt, I used all my savings of 20 thousand dollars to buy him. “You’re willing to buy me even if I don’t love you?” he asked indifferently. My heart raced as I replied quietly, “Yes.” After that, we got married, paid back his debts, and founded another company. It only took Zack three years for his company to become a new star in the Asterfield. Everything seemed to have gone smoothly. He also only belonged to me. However, what I didn’t know was that he hated me. He hated me for destroying all his pride and for buying him with only 20 thousand dollars. When I decided to let go and divorce Zack, he went crazy. He knelt down in front of me with pleading eyes. “Anna, you still love me, right?”

Love, Broken, and Found

I married the same man seven times. He had divorced me seven times for his first love, just so he could spend vacations with her freely, and so she wouldn't have to deal with rumors or gossip. The first time we divorced, I tried to stop him by hurting myself. I ended up in the hospital, but he didn't even come to see me. The second time, I lowered myself to apply as his assistant at his company, just so I could see him more. By the sixth divorce, I had already learned to pack my things quietly and leave our apartment without a fuss. My meltdowns, my constant giving in, and my numb compromises only led to one thing: him coming back to marry me on schedule, and repeating the same old games. Until now. When I heard that his first love was returning to the country, I handed him the divorce papers first. As usual, he made a plan to remarry me later, but this time, he had no idea that I was leaving for good.

Heart in Ashes

Luna Baxter and Simon Fulmer have been married for five years. One day, she receives a provocative voice message and intimate photos from Simon's first love. They're sent from his phone, too. "I've only been back in the country for half a year, but he took the bait as soon as I laid it. He's prepared blue fireworks for me tonight, but I don't like the color blue. To avoid wastage, you can have them on your wedding anniversary." Luna and Simon's fifth wedding anniversary comes a month later. She looks out the window at the blue fireworks lighting up the sky. Then, her gaze lands on the empty seat across from her. Simon's first love challenges her again. She sends her a photo of them having a candlelight dinner. Luna doesn't cry or kick up a fuss. She silently signs a divorce agreement and asks Simon's secretary to prepare for a wedding. "What are the bride's and groom's names, Mrs. Fulmer?" "Simon Fulmer and Sophie Sutherland." Seven days later, she flies to Naavi to give them her blessings. She throws them a wedding.

The Hockey Captain Shows Up in My Room Every Night

On Christmas Eve, I made a wish for a miracle: a round, perky, Kardashian-worthy butt. That night, I actually dreamed about Theodore Blake, the ice-cold captain of our college hockey team. He braced one hand on a desk, caging me in as he stared at a glowing screen flickering above it. [A dream you can't escape until you've built the perfect 'XXX'?] He raised an eyebrow. “What's the missing word?” It was only a dream, so I made something up. “It's... 'body.' Who doesn't want the perfect body?” He nodded, though he still looked skeptical. From then on, he appeared in my dreams every night, putting me through a grueling workout routine. He wouldn't let me sleep until I was drenched in sweat. Ten days later, my butt was still nowhere near peach-perfect. Mission failed. The bedroom in my dream suddenly shrank until there was only room for a single dorm bed! He was six-foot-three. I was five-foot-three. And there we were, trapped together, looking utterly helpless. We stared at each other awkwardly. My face burning, I turned away. His eight-pack pressed right up against my back. Wait a second. Why can I feel his skin? And why is he so warm? When I woke up the next morning, I was wrapped up tight in my comforter. After the hockey game that day, Theodore, the campus bad boy, pinned me against the locker room door and glared at me. “Listen, from now on, stop hogging the blanket at night! “And tell me. What the hell does that damn 'XXX' mean?”

My Bride Chose the Best Man

Three hours before our wedding, I found out Denise Benson had picked up the wrong suit for me. Instead of the custom white tuxedo with intricate gold embroidery, she had brought home a plain gray janitor's uniform. When I pointed out the mistake, she was busy adjusting my best friend Eric Jones's bow tie. She barely glanced in my direction. "I grabbed the wrong one. It's too late to do anything about it now, so just wear it." I had heard some version of that excuse countless times over the past eight years. When I had gastritis, she brought me the wrong medication, yet somehow remembered exactly what Eric needed for his cough. On our third anniversary trip, she claimed she had mixed up our IDs and ended up booking a romantic suite for herself and Eric. At our engagement party, she somehow mixed up our families and introduced Eric's parents as her future in-laws instead of mine. I had had enough of her so-called mix-ups. This time, I wanted to make absolutely sure nothing went wrong. I spent almost a whole year working on my wedding suit, carefully choosing every detail of the design. The gold embroidery was especially meaningful, with patterns that represented different moments in our relationship. I sent Denise countless photos of the finished suit, making sure she knew exactly what it looked like. Even when she went to pick it up, I stayed on the phone with her, going over the details one last time. And somehow, she still brought back the wrong thing. She had no trouble picking up Eric's suit, which was almost identical to mine except for the embroidery. Yet when it came to my outfit, she couldn't even get the color right. She brought me a janitor's uniform, for God's sake. Denise caught me looking at Eric's suit and immediately frowned. "Don't start. It's just a wedding ceremony. Who cares what you're wearing?" As usual, she expected me to let it go and pretend nothing had happened. But after eight years of putting up with her excuses, I was done. I reached into my pocket, pulled out the engagement ring Denise had given me, and tossed it to Eric. "You're right. It's just a ceremony. Guess it doesn't matter who you marry, either."

Can't Pay Me to Stay

The day after I lose my babies, my husband, Colin Fraser, tries to make it up to me with money, like he always does. "What's it going to be this time?" he asks. "Jewelry, company shares, or that plot of land in Easton?" I simply shake my head and slide the document from my nightstand toward him. As casually as he's signed countless checks before, Colin signs it without even looking. When he glances up and sees how calm I am, he lets out a soft laugh. "I thought you'd ask me to stay and keep you company," he says, shaking his head. "After all these years, you're still so materialistic. Money is all you care about." My hand freezes for a moment as I reach for the signed document. Just then, my son, Simon Fraser, breaks the silence with his innocent voice. "Dad, you're only realizing that now? You gave Mom money when she had me. Now that my little siblings are gone, you're giving her money again. Ava is much better. She says love can't be bought with money." Ava's right. Love isn't something you can buy with money. And that is why this document isn't another business contract. It's a divorce agreement.