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Jenna Radcliff made the mistake of loving a scumbag for twenty years and ended up miserable and with a broken family. With her life utterly ruined, Quinn Forester, who had been similarly schemed against that night, appeared with an offer: Marry him, and revenge would be a piece of cake. Without thinking much of it, Jenna decided to join forces with him, only to discover she had landed in the sights of an even more troublesome personage. Once she had gotten her revenge, would it not be time for a divorce? Little did she know that in Mr. Forester’s dictionary, there was no such thing as divorce— only widowhood!

Warning !!! Bijaklah dalam memilih bacaan. Beberapa bab dalam cerita ini mengandung unsur 21+ "Aku mencintaimu, Paman. Kenapa kau tega mencampakkan ku dan memilih dia? Apa salahku?" Aleeya Lucia William. "Dia istri ku yang menghilang sembilan tahun yang lalu." Adrian Kawena Willson.

Marlon (37) Pria dewasa yang seharusnya sudah menikah, mempunyai istri, dan anak. Bukan malah mengejar gadis kecil, berhasrat ingin menikahinya dengan alasan sudah siap berbagi ranjang. Belle (17) Gadis pemalu yang belum pernah berpacaran, bukan karena tidak cantik, hanya saja dia terlalu takut berdekatan dengan lawan jenis. Apa yang akan Belle lakukan? Ketika ada lelaki tua berjenggot yang berselisih 20 tahun dengan usianya, datang menghadap kedua orang tuanya dan melamar Belle.

'I seek revenge, Daniella. Sweet, delicious revenge.'***Here's Daniella Rosecraft, the only daughter of the Rosecraft Family that owns a famous company that specializes in weddings. A self-proclaimed perfectionist, she aims to show to her mother that she can take over the business flawlessly. And yes, everything was going fine. Everything was according to her plan, until... 'trouble' came in the form of the President of the Fancy Pants Club, Erik Romano 'the asshole devil' Fancii. Her beliefs and character were quickly questioned by him thus making the ultimate clash of the history. With these two polar opposites, the question now is, how will they survive without cutting each other's throats? And with guns, drugs and the illusions staged by the Club, there remained a question still... Are their throats the only part that gets the damage or their hearts get a share of it too? Genre: Mafia, Action, Reverse Harem, Romance Status: CompleteAll Rights Reserved 2020JMFelic Books

Warning: dark romance. His lips trailed from the crook of her neck upward until they reached her lips, and then he took her lips in, taking every bit of it; licking every corner, and every nook. She tasted perfect, as though he had never been with a woman. Rolland snatched her clothes and pulled her closer before moving his mouth to her ears, he rolled his wet tongue over her earlobe, making her moan out. Then he whispered into her ears. “Every part of you is mine, yes?” he growled, making her squirm under him. Breathing hard, Jasmine whispered back with moans; “Yes, Donovan Rolland. Yes!” Jasmine, a dancer, was sent to lure him into her charm, break him, and make him feel love again, but with a warning, to never fall in love with him. However, she did. She fell madly in love with the cold man.

Danielle's run for her life caused the deaths of the two important women in Lucas' life, Ruth, his sister and Jane, his fiancee. From the very first time they met, Danielle knew that she could no longer redeem herself in the eyes of Lucas. Faking memory loss and temporarily named Dana, she never thought to find refuge in the families who lost loved ones because of her. No one blamed her nor hated her but the man who wanted nothing but blood as revenge. Dana's life for the lives she had taken away from him. But there's a fine line between love and hate. Lucas was very sure that he hated every bit of Dana's existence. But when Dana's past caught up and threatened her life, Lucas found himself protecting the woman he vowed to kill with his bare hands. Then suddenly, Lucas was no longer certain of his feelings towards Dana.

Handang gawin ni Camille ang lahat para sa kaniyang anak, at kahit mahirap ang maging single mom ay kinakaya niya para sa nag-iisa niyang anak. Masaya at kuntento na siya sa buhay niya kasama ang kaniyang anak at kaniyang ina. Ngunit hindi inaasahan ni Camille na magku-krus ang landas nila ng ex-boyfriend niyang si Damon Monteverde, na sa loob ng ilang taon ay isa nang ganap na business man at bilyonaryong CEO na nagmamay-ari ng tanyag na kumpanya, ang Sapphire J-well. Wala na sanang balak si Camille na sabihin kay Damon ang tungkol sa kanilang anak, ngunit mismong ang tadhana ang gumawa ng paraan para malaman iyon ni Damon at wala siyang magawa kundi ang ipagtapat dito ang totoo. Hahayaan niyang pasukin ni Damon ang buhay ng anak nila, ngunit itinatak na ni Camille sa puso at isip niya na tanging ang anak lang nilang si Joana ang ugnayan nila ni Damon. Pinipigilan niya ang sariling mahulog muli sa lalaki, kahit alam niyang hindi naman talaga namatay ang pag-ibig niya para rito kahit halos anim na taun na ang lumipas. Ngunit paano niya makakayang pigilan ang nararamdaman para sa lalaki kung madalas niya itong makita dahil sa kanilang anak?

Jill Buenaventura is the typical rebel rich girl who gets whatever she wants from her mother to avoid any scandal that might taint the reputation of their business empire-a multinational mining corporation. What Jill wants, Jill gets but Trevor Scott has always been an exception. He loves someone else he could never have. In a bid to his heart, Jill goes on a dangerous mission. She offered her power, money, and influence to Trevor hoping she could change his heart and love her instead but to no avail. When a good-for-nothing relationship is all he could give to her, will it still be enough for her to stay? When everything is falling in the right place including Trevor's dream girl, will Jill be finally able to let go?

Rafael Achilles Cordova is the notoriously cold CEO of Cordova Industries, unrivaled in the business world. Raised as the successor of his father's company, he poured his life into preparing to inherit the company and grew up with no other interests. No care for women, money, or life in general. For all 29 years of his life, he lived purely for the sake of carrying out his duty without divulging into a single frivolity. And yet, why couldn't he get his mind off of the bright violet eyes of a particular little lady who randomly entered his life one day? Why was there a fuzzy feeling in his chest at a mere glimpse of her? Why did it feel like his entire world was collapsing with only a single tear running down her cheek? Where were all these feelings coming from? Unfamiliar feelings that he had not once ever felt before in his entire life. Little did he know that those were the feelings of a king who finally found his queen, one who he would lay his entire empire down to stay by her side.

In Cordelia's marriage, she is the other woman. First, it was to the memory of her sister, Angelica, the woman who should have been his bride. And now, she is still only second best, cast aside for any pretty face that reminds him of his lost love. After five years of marriage, and one night of passion that turned into heartbreak, she gains the strength to start over on her own. But there are things about her marriage that she never knew. Strange things are happening all around her and it turns out that she has bigger skeletons in her closet than the ones she put there herself. What really happened to Angelica? And what will she do, once she learns the truth? ________ The first time our eyes met my heart stopped. “Hello,” I smiled in his direction, “My name is Cordelia Grayson.” His returning smile was hesitant, uncertain, and small. “Atlas Steele.” He was beautiful with his golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I could tell he was a little too old for me, but I have always been attracted to older boys. His age didn't discourage me, if anything I think it made him even more dashing. And from that moment on my heart was his. Utterly and completely. Unfortunately it was not my heart that he wanted to hold. When he raised his gaze to mine a second time, his eyes skipped over my face to focus on someone standing behind me. I turned to look. It was my sister. He asked me if I knew her. I could tell he was more interested in her than he was in me, and even though it hurt to do it, I nodded in confirmation. “That's my sister, Angelica.” “Angelica,” he said her name slowly, savoring each syllable.