Fall For You After Divorce

“Who is he?” The cold voice asked as his broad shoulder backed the nervous fragile little being while facing the down-to-ceiling window of the luxury penthouse. Hazel doesn’t know how to explain that the man who hugged her and dragged her to a corner while leaving the restaurant was her ex. “ I said who is he?” The tall figure turned towards Hazel who swallowed hard as the cold eyes stared at her blue ones making her breathe cold air while finding it difficult to swallow her saliva and also breathe. Alex stares at his little contract wife as he brings out his phone from his pocket. “Bring him in,” he said hanging up for Hazel to frown….

คำโปรยปราย 'น้องสาว' คำนี้เธอเริ่มใช้ตั้งแต่ได้พบเจอกับเขา... ส่วนคำว่า 'พี่ชาย' คือสถานะที่เขา 'ไม่ต้องการ' ใช้กับเธอ น้องแพร: เดี๋ยวนี้...พี่เคนชอบทำ ให้ฉันใจเต้นแรงอยู่เรื่อยเลย พี่เคน: น้องสาวผม ผมหวง ผู้ชายคนไหนก็ห้ามแตะ ห้ามมอง ...และก็ห้ามยุ่งกับเธอเด็ดขาด! และจะหาว่าผม 'ไม่เตือน'

ครอบครัว นอ.ล่มลลาย นอ.จึงดิ้นรนหางานทำซ้ำร้ายพ่อของเธอก็กำลังป่วยต้องการค่ารักษา นอ.จึงยอมมาเป็นเด็กชงเหล้าจนกระทั่งเจอ พอ. พอ.เห็นว่า นอ.สวยเลยเสนอบางอย่างให้เธอเพื่อแลกเงิน นอ.ที่กำลังเดือดร้อนเธอไม่มีทางเลือกจึงยอมรับข้อเสนอนั้น แม้ว่าจะเป็นเพียงของเล่นของ พอ.ก็ตาม

The moment Ruby laid eyes on Camilla, she knew her marriage was over even before it had begun. Camilla wasn't just a guest at the wedding. She was Asher’s first love, the one who walked away when he needed her most... and the one his heart never truly let go of. Now she’s back. And Ruby, the woman who had only ever asked for a chance, is left standing in a white dress with a ring that suddenly feels too heavy to wear. She always knew she was a placeholder. Still, she said I do because loving Asher was the only dream she’d ever truly had. With Camilla back now, Ruby wondered if she will ever have her husband's heart or if she’s destined to live in the shadow of her husband’s mistress…

My fiance is the best Neuro Healer among the werewolves. His first love is his little stepsister, who once took a fatal silver arrow for him. Now, her old condition has flared up, and she has a fatal silver venom disease. She only has 21 days left to live. In order to stay with her in her final days, he pours his newly developed "Memory Lock Potion" into me to eliminate all my memories of him by force. He says, "It's just 21 days. Once she's gone, I'll feed you the antidote myself, and you'll remember me again." In those 21 days, he holds a grand bonding ceremony for his stepsister, dances with her during the Moon Goddess Festival, and makes an oath swearing that they will become mates again in their next life. Finally, he sends her off. After 21 days, the potion wears off, and he kneels in the rain with tears and blood all over his face. He asks hoarsely in an accusing tone, "The potion only lasts for 21 days… why have you forgotten me completely?" I just look up impassively at him. "Sorry, but who are you?"

The night before high school graduation, Ethan Luciano pulled me into his bedroom. His hands were rough, his touch demanding, yet my heart overflowed with a decade's worth of unspoken longing. I'd loved Ethan for ten years, and finally, it seemed my silent wishes had come true. Afterwards, as we lay tangled in his sheets, he whispered that he'd marry me after graduation. Once he took over the Luciano family's empire from his father, he'd make me the most cherished woman in the family. I believed him. The next morning, I sat curled up against his bare chest as he casually told my foster brother, Lucas, about us. My cheeks were flushed, and my heart raced, still clinging to the sweetness of the night before. However, then their conversation shifted into Italian. Lucas smirked, leaning back against the doorframe. "Not bad, Young Boss. Your first time, and the school's 'it girl' just threw herself at you. So, how's my little sister taste?" Ethan gave a lazy chuckle. "Looks like an angel, but a freak in the sheets. Who would’ve thought?" The room erupted in low, conspiratorial laughter. Lucas raised a brow. "So, should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?" Ethan’s tone darkened, his arm tightening around my waist for a moment. Then he let out a sigh. "She’s nothing. Just practice," he said, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up." He paused. "But don’t tell Sylvia. I don’t need her getting all emotional." They didn't know that I’d spent months secretly learning Italian, preparing for the life I thought I’d share with Ethan. I didn't say a word. Later that day, I quietly withdrew my early decision application to Caltech and applied to MIT instead.

"Chase after me, before it's too late. Chase me like you're obsessed with me." Nazi is just a normal woman, who's working hard for her family, until one day. Nazi meet a billionaire that will change her life, bring a rollercoaster feelings that Nazi never felt before.

On my birthday, I personally prepare 16 dishes. After setting up the candlelight, I open a bottle of red wine. I take a photo and send it to my husband, Eric Sinclair. "I'm working late tonight. Don't wait for me," he replies. I choose to believe him. But after midnight, I notice an Instagram story posted by Shirley Huxley, his secretary. Eric was there with her, dressed in the trench coat I once gave him. They sat side by side in the VIP seat of football stadium where my favorite Super Bowl take place. Entwined in a passionate embrace, they kissed beneath a sea of shimmering lights and the roar of thousands of fans. That game is the one I have always longed to experience with him. I look down at the cold food on the table. Eric's words keep ringing in my head. "I hate kissing." "Marriage is a partnership, not about love and kisses." Though we've been married for ten years, we've never shared a single kiss. Meanwhile, he's out there, kissing Shirley openly and passionately. Despite it all, not a single tear falls from my eyes. The next day, Eric settles into his chair, completely unfazed. "Return the gallery to Shelly," he commands. I nod quietly, saying nothing. Suddenly, Layla Sinclair, my daughter, comes running down the stairs and throws herself into Shirley's arms. "Aunt Shirley, you're my favorite. I don't like Mom!" In that instant, it hits me—the home I devoted my heart and soul to means nothing anymore. It doesn't matter that I've been married to Eric for a decade. Now, all I want is to find myself again. I decide to accept an invitation from the Parisoir School of Fashion Design. From this moment on, I won't wait for them to come home, and I won't look back.

Isaac Chance and Madeline Snow were once the model couple of Shorestone City and the target of everyone's envy. After getting engaged, everyone thought they would soon walk down the aisle together. However, there is no news of a wedding for six years. In the end, all Madeline gets is the news of Isaac returning to the country with another woman by his side. He doesn't hesitate to hurt her countless times for the woman's sake. When her grandmother is on the brink of death after an illness, Madeline has no choice but to get into a shotgun marriage. After leaving city hall with her marriage certificate, she ponders the situation. It turns out getting married is simple… as long as her husband isn't Isaac.

Rational and intelligent, Ella always sees the world with the objective eyes of a scientist. She uses her knowledge to navigate her way through life and believes that hard work and patience would pave the way to her success. When lack of funding threatened to derail her research, a handsome CEO offers his help. Then, after one night of unexpected passion, she uncovers a different reality that her scientific mind could not explain. The world is not what it appears to be. Dragons and werewolves exist, hiding in plain sight. They are locked in an enduring conflict that had gone on for centuries and Ella is caught in the middle of the fiercest battle that could end it all. Ella always relied on her rational mind, but in a world where her reality collides with ancient creatures of legend and myth, where her decisions could tip the balance between two opposing forces, would she let her heart prevail?