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VIOLA I'm a wedding planner and I'm in love with love and couples who are in love. They are my bread and butter after all but that's not why I love them. I haven't got there yet myself but arranging weddings keeps my dream of finding Mr. Right alive. But life doesn't always see things the way we dream of them turning out. It sure didn't see it my way when he crossed my path. RICK I don't believe in love. If it really exists why are there so many broken relationships and people in the world? Not that I care… about the broken relationships I mean. After all, they are my bread and butter. People lay the foundation for the demise of their marriage before they're married with prenups. Anyone who thinks it starts with a wedding is wrong. It starts with a lawyer. And if it ends… well, it ends with a lawyer too. Funny that. Often the people I work for before their wedding, come back to me when they divorce. So, love is great and it is for me but just not the way you might think if you get what I mean. When I met the wedding planner she was incensed at the thought that we might collaborate. Normally I would just walk away but the universe seems to have other plans…

Two teenagers from two different social classes discover their feelings for one another when a strange viral disease outbreak forced them to mingle in quarantine.

Two months after I died, it finally occurred to my parents that they'd forgotten to bring me back from their trip. My father scowled in frustration. "She was supposed to walk back herself. Does she really need to make such a big deal out of it?" My brother, ever smug, opened our chat and sent an emoji, along with a message. [You'd better die out there. That way, Scarlett and I will split Grandma's inheritance.] He received no reply. With a frosty expression, my mother said, "Tell her if she shows up for her grandmother's birthday on time, I'll let the whole pushing-Scarlett-into-the-water thing go." They never believed I hadn't made it out of those woods. After digging six feet into the ground, they finally found my bones deep in the forest.

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

Zachary Quinn suddenly develops a fondness for going to a massage parlor after I'm discharged from the hospital—I was in an accident. He excitedly tells me that the masseuse there has the best skills he's ever experienced. "They even have free food and fruits! I bring my laptop there with me to work when I get tired at the office." I don't know why he's telling me these things. He knows my father got caught cheating at a massage parlor. I hate those places. It's only later that I learn the relaxation he describes isn't what I imagined. He's long since gone bad in places that I can't see.

Ashley Roland should have known her husband to be a liar when he promised her heaven and earth! On the night she’s to tell of her pregnancy, Ashley was welcomed with a divorce paper, an affair accusation and news of her husband’s marriage with her step-sister. She died seven times on the spot. Even the news of her pregnancy could not change her fate, it only revealed the true face of her family. She was almost dying on the cold street after been poisoned by her family to get rid of her baby for the sake of the Golden step-sister Rachel, when the richest Billionaire woman found her and called her daughter. 5 years later,Ashley is back with her son, rich and untouchable,ready to give her enemies a brutal death… especially her ex-husband who now wants her back! “I can't live without you Ashley” “I wonder why you are still alive till now!”

In the wake of heartbreak, Aria's life takes an unexpected turn when her marriage to Adam Miller ends in divorce. Left to pick up the shattered pieces of her dreams, Aria embarks on a journey of self-discovery and resilience. As fate would have it, Aria's path to healing intertwines with a stroke of fortune. Through perseverance and determination, she transforms her setbacks into stepping stones, rising from the ashes of her past. Empowered by her newfound independence, Aria harnesses her strengths to build a successful career, amassing wealth beyond her wildest dreams. Yet, amidst her triumph, the shadows of the past linger. When Adam reappears, seeking reconciliation and perhaps redemption, Aria is faced with a tumult of emotions. Can she forgive the man who once broke her heart? Will she risk the security she's built for the chance of love renewed? In My Secret Billionaire Ex-wife, Aria navigates the complexities of love, loss, and second chances, discovering that true wealth lies not only in material riches but in the resilience of the human spirit.

Three years ago, Caroline Hill married the man she thought could one day love her. Caroline believed that her arranged marriage to ruthless CEO Knoxx Wayne would eventually blossom into something real. She gave him her heart—only to watch him trample it. On the night of their third anniversary, Caroline’s world shatters. Knoxx arrives at the restaurant not for her, but for his ex-girlfriend, Dolly—dripping in the ruby necklace he claimed was for someone important. Her hopes, her dreams of a future with Knoxx, are crushed. But the worst betrayal is yet to come. When Knoxx accuses Caroline of cheating on him with another man—throwing incriminating photos at her—she realizes how little he’s ever trusted her. When love turns to betrayal, can the heart survive?

Candice Channing thought she had her life figured out. She worked hard, married the man she loved, and was ready to start a family. But her perfect world crumbled when she caught her husband cheating—with her best friend. Heartbroken and lost, she decided to take control of her own future. But a shocking mistake changed everything. A hospital mix-up left Candice pregnant with a stranger’s child. And not just any stranger—Dorian Anderson, the cold, ruthless rich and power gang leader who secretly runs the city’s most powerful crime family. He wanted an heir without complications, not an unexpected connection with the fiery woman now carrying his baby. Dorian doesn’t trust easily. Candice doesn’t back down. And when dangerous enemies start circling, neither of them can walk away. She never planned to be a mother like this. He never planned to fall for her. But some mistakes come with unexpected surprises… and maybe even love.

On April Fool’s Day, my CEO husband cut out my heart to save his childhood sweetheart's son. After the surgery, he tossed me into a cold rental apartment, where I died in agony. Three days after my death, my five-year-old daughter played in the room as usual. Walking by the sofa, she wrinkled her little nose and mumbled, "Mommy, there's a weird smell in here." She touched my face and murmured, "Mommy, are you pretending to be Snow White? Why are you so pale?" She shook my arm harder and raised her voice, "Mommy, it's my birthday today—get up and blow out the candles!" Confused, she picked up the phone and called her father. “Daddy, did I make Mommy mad? I lit the candles, but no matter how much I call her, she won’t wake up.” On the other end of the call, Patrick Hart’s voice was cold and impatient. “What could possibly be wrong with her? She’s just pretending to be asleep for sympathy. It’s Johnny’s birthday, I’m busy. Don’t bother me! Tell your melodramatic mother to stop playing her little tricks. I don't have time to humor her." My daughter removed the candle from her bun, pinched off a piece of the bun, and fed it to me. "Mommy, I made a secret wish… I really wish you could hold me again, just like before."