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Celine Rosenfield had everything—wealth, beauty, and the life every heiress dreamed of. But behind the polished image was a girl who loved too deeply, trusted too easily, and paid the price for it. After a painful breakup with her first love and the unexpected arrival of a mysterious businessman, Nathan Park, Celine is thrust into a storm of heartbreak, betrayal, healing, and self-discovery. Nathan becomes her calm, her chaos, her second chance at love—until old wounds resurface and tear them apart. But fate isn’t done with them. From a shattered engagement to a fiery reunion at The Black Tie Society, their intertwined paths test loyalty, courage, and the true meaning of choosing each other. As Celine transforms into a powerful woman in her own right and Nathan battles the scars of his past, their love is challenged by family secrets, public scandals, and the weight of their own fears. This is a story of breaking, rebuilding, and finding a love worth fighting for twice. Because sometimes… the first time hurts, the second time heals— and the right love always comes back.

Elena, 22, lived an ordinary life until she found an old, oval mirror in storage and hung it in her room. One night, the mirror began to shine and hum. Thinking she was dreaming, she approached it. A man’s figure emerged, offering his hand. She took it and stepped through the glass threshold. Inside, she didn't find another world, but rather a cascade of her own memories. The boy revealed, "I am the Keeper of your lives." He presented her with a daunting task: to return to her own reality, she must relive every event of her life, from start to finish, once again. This is the beginning of their journey—Elena and the man behind the mirror—into the vivid, inescapable landscape of her past.

Cindy Paulson, a 24-year-old woman, ran away after her parents wanted her to marry a 75-year-old man, but she was caught and locked up. Nicolas Sullivan was a billionaire CEO who had an aversion to women, but his grandpa wanted him to marry and chose a bride on his behalf. When Nicolas arrived, Cindy's stepsister, Tasha, filled in her place. However, Nicolas's heart already belonged to a woman who was kissing him to escape her family. He later found her, but will Cindy agree to be with Nicolas? Find out.

[TW: R18+ Content] "Father, I did not ask to be born," she sobbed pitifully in front of her father, who only glared at her with unmeasurable contempt. Since then, she became desperate until she became the person she never wanted to be. She never asked to be born, and she never asked to be born again. She only wanted to end her suffering. So why, when she opened her eyes, was she back to the time she was born? With the second chance given to her, will she avoid becoming the Wicked Empress again, or will she drop her crown and choose which path to take?

When Dawn Collins agreed to marry a stranger, it wasn’t for love—it was for survival. All she wanted was to keep her siblings safe, but fate threw her into the arms of Adam Manchester, a man whose heart still belonged to his wife in a coma. But just when Dawn melts the ice around Adam’s heart and finds herself falling for him… his wife wakes up. Now, torn between guilt, love, and betrayal, Dawn must fight not only for her place beside Adam but for the life she’s built—because some hearts refuse to let go, and some wounds refuse to heal.

[Mature content] [WSA 2022] || Vol 1-3 END "So, you are, my lecturer?" Audia asked as the two of them were on their way in Alvin's private car. Alvin cleared his throat once. "Yes, that is so." "No wonder I feel like I know your face," said Audia, matching her memory. "What do you teach, huh?" "Architecture." Audia nodded her head while her mouth formed an 'o' shape. 'Uh? .... Wait ... what?' Suddenly the nerves of her brain suppress the memory in the hippocampus. "Mr. Mandala?" Audia asked for sure. Which immediately got a nod from Alvin. "No way!" Audia screamed in disbelief. Her eyes narrowed at Alvin. "Why?" asked Alvin in surprise. A Mandala H, that's what Audia remembers when the new lecturer introduced himself when he first taught. Wearing a plaid shirt, smooth hair, neatly slicked back, glasses always perched on his sharp nose. Came with a bag containing his laptop and a textbook for teaching. Lecturer arrogant, pretentious cool, stingy smile, flat face, killer. Very different from Alvin who is now her husband. Unexpectedly 'that Mr. Mandala' and Alvin—her husband, turned out to be the same person. 'That annoying person turned out to be my husband?' she thought. 'Oh noooooo!' * * ******* ** The bride-to-be suddenly withdrew from the marriage due to an arranged marriage. Then run away and the news is not known. The groom-to-be was left speechless in front of the invited guests. Worry for a moment. Canceling the marriage contract or looking for an impromptu replacement bride. Until his eyes caught a woman in a white dress sitting among the invited guests. The other ones were students at his campus where he had just taught. As a substitute teacher. How will the story of their marriage continue? Will the seeds of love grow between these two strangers? With a myriad of question marks in the bride's heart, why was she chosen among the many other single women who were also present at the grand wedding of the son of one of Indonesia's well-known real estate entrepreneurs. cover: www.freepik.com === DON'T FORGET, A 5 STAR REVIEW YES! THANK YOU

"Your first husband is your only husband,no other man can treat you better than him , you either return to your first husband or remain single all your life" Itoya was short of words because she had visited her pastor to advise her on if to get married again after the last episode of her marriage clashed that almost took her life

Melisa was a lonely girl destined to be unloved, but fate had other plans when she began having strange dreams—visions of a life where she was forgotten, abandoned, and trapped in a loveless marriage. Forced by her parents to stand at the wedding altar in her sister’s place, she was meant to marry Tristan Soveir, the notorious playboy. But fate twisted once more, and the groom was also swapped—to none other than Leonard Soveir, Tristan’s eldest brother and the powerful heir of the Soveir family. Thrown into an unexpected marriage, Melisa is no longer the timid girl who once faded into the background. This time, she refuses to be a mere substitute for Olivia. With memories of her dream guiding her, she steps forward to change her fate. Follow her journey as she unravels the mystery behind these dreams and fights to carve a new path for herself. Will she still remain in her sister’s shadow, or will she claim a life of her own? "I will never become the pathetic me from my dreams."

Aria comes home expecting to make things right with her longtime boyfriend but instead she gets into the wedding arrangements of her stepsister- the groom being her ex. A single agonizing night brings her into the hands of a stranger and she wakes up hoping that she will forget all. Until she goes to a job interview and discovers that the CEO is the man she slept with. Damon. Her uncle, an older and powerful person and the ex of her boyfriend. He hires her. He wants her. And he will not allow her to walk away. Their clandestine office affair becomes a scandal that everybody is talking about. Aria attempts to be tough, yet her family is attempting to manipulate her, Damon does not want to give up, and her past is ready to destroy everything. She begins to trust him just in time to be betrayed by the missing ex of Damon which also happens to look like Aria. The truth breaks her. The pregnancy, the heartbreak, the loss, the sickness... she believes that her story is finished. Until Damon returns to her life in a manner that she could never imagine- taking everything to rescue her. Now Aria has to choose whether she can love the man who replaced her once... or leave before she is hurt again. A Christmas wedding. A stolen company. The second opportunity that she did not expect. And one last turn that alters all.

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[Number one romance novel in the universe—face slapping, scum-torturing, power couple!] Isabella Thompson, who was abandoned in a village was suddenly brought home by her rich parents. Her father: You are different from your sister. She has a bright future ahead and is destined to be a phoenix who would soar the skies! There's no way she would marry a cripple! You are getting off easy here! Her mother: The Yu family is rich and powerful. Standing in for your sister in marriage is your food fortune! Know what's good for you! Theodore Yu used to be a famous prodigy, but lost his glow after a car accident and didn't even make it to high school. With one being a poor village bumpkin and the other a well-known piece of trash, they were a match for each other. But while everyone was waiting for Miss Thompson to make a fool of herself, she and that piece of trash appeared at a banquet where big shots gathered. Isabella Thompson: I came to work as a waitress. Theodore Yu: What a coincidence, I'm here to work part-time as well. Hence, everyone watched as they carried trays around for the whole night. *** On the day of their marriage, every important figure in the capital attended. Big Shot One: I'll help make arrangements for Mr. Yu's grand wedding! Big Shot Two: Welcome back to the capital, Miss Thompson! Big Shot Three:... Seeing those big shots who persistently made headlines, Grace Thompson was filled with regretful tears.

In a world where kindness is mistaken for weakness, Darielle Highmore learns that not every friend wishes her well. A quiet, hardworking lady at a bakery, Darielle dreams of building a better life despite the shadows of her past — a near assault in high school that shattered her trust in people. Just as she begins to heal, she catches the attention of Alexander Wright, a gentle yet ambitious man competing for the CEO position in his father’s company. Their growing closeness stirs hope in Darielle’s heart… and sparks deadly jealousy in another. Her supposed friend, Sheila Scott, cannot stand to see Darielle have what she’s always wanted — the madam’s praise, Alexander’s affection, and genuine peace. Together with Frank Thompson, a selfish and manipulative ally, Sheila plots to ruin Darielle’s life by using her deepest desire — a new job — as a weapon. But revenge has a price, and soon a gunshot shatters everything. Sheila lies in her own blood, leaving Darielle trapped in a web of blackmail, deceit, and fear. Haunted by a mysterious assault and convinced Mr. Bruks was the culprit, Darielle spirals into guilt and shame — unaware that darker truths are being buried around her. With Frank Thompson, Sheila’s secret ally, manipulating events from the shadows, Darielle must find the courage to face her trauma, uncover the truth, and decide whether love — and forgiveness — are still worth believing in. As Alexander fights to protect his reputation and win her trust, and secrets threaten to destroy them both, Darielle realizes that sometimes the greatest battle is not against others — but against the pain we hide within.

"I...Love you." "You're a black magician?" "Haven't you put the pieces together, you dumbass?" "YOU! You're the reason for my misfortunes!" "I'm sorry... I'm really sorry." What the hell is happening?! On the day Sienna received her inheritance, she was tragically hit by a truck and woke up inside the novel "The sun that melts the snowy mountain" in the body of Raina Atara Aillard, An important character's sister yet was never mentioned, the noblest lady yet disrespected. A story full of twist and turns, chaos, fun, and gloom.

After her twin sister elopes with her lover to avoid her betrothal, Giselle has no choice but to marry the ruler of Montegnera and King of the Wolves, King Fabio Castille, as a substitute bride. There's one small problem though. It is hate at first sight and, by some cruel twist of fate, Fabio turns out to be her soulmate. Of course it doesn't help that the King is still in love with her sister and is determined to keep desperately searching for her. But try as he might, he can't ignore the tension and bond between them, a tension so raw it keeps pulling him to her room every night... Can Fabio put aside his past feelings and accept his soul mate in spite of the betrayal? Can Giselle sacrifice her hatred for Fabio to secure a good match and protect her family's name from shame? Or will she accept the King's rejection and lose her soulmate forever? It wouldn't be easy for the new royal couple but one thing remains certain: only by learning to love each other would they be able to survive the dangers that threaten the peace of the kingdom. ** "Well, what are you waiting for? Get on the bed.." Giselle flinched but something rooted her on the spot. His chest was already bare, smooth yet solid muscle. She found herself having a hard time looking at him and focused on his lips instead. "This isn't about you," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "This is for the court. For my bloodline. I'll be gentle with you, don't worry, but don't mistake my gentleness for anything more." His lips brushed her collarbone. His hands were steady, his touch precise. A part of her wanted to push him away, but another part—the bond—ached at his nearness. Her skin prickled, her pulse surging. He took two steps forward and Giselle mirrored him by moving back on instinct. When his strong, calloused fingers trailed down her thighs, she threw her head back with a quiet moan. He stopped suddenly and she bit back a whimper, trembling nervously. Fabio traced her skin, his touch feather-light yet it felt like fire lit up within her. He pulled her thighs apart and she trembled, a tinge of fear dousing her arousal. "Have you done this before?" He asked plainly. Their eyes met and she shook her head. Surprise danced across his eyes but his expressionless face hid it well. He proceeded to slip his fingers where it ached the most, drawing a sharp gasp from her. "Your Majesty, I-" "Just relax," He said, not lovingly or anything but enough that Giselle's body seemed to follow his instructions, "Breathe and let go." He pushed his fingers into her in one full stride and this time she couldn't contain her moans. That intense bubble of pleasure bloomed within her, pulling tighter and tighter the more he pumped inside her. To his credit, he seemed concentrated on the job at hand, the muscles on his forearm working faster. Then, still inside her, he curved his middle fingers, hitting a spot she didn't even know existed. Giselle came apart. "Oo-ooh, oh my-" her thighs shook and she almost sobbed at the feeling. Fabio withdrew his fingers and it took everything not to chase after it. He shrugged off his shirt and tie, unbuckling his belt with an urgency that made that telltale pressure well up in her lower regions again. With long, black hair falling over his face, it was no surprise that she found him handsome, because he was. The bond sparked, pulling Giselle toward him like a string and she was on her knees before she knew what she was doing, her hands in his. "W-what are you doing?" she hesitated and Fabio grabbed her by the wrists, hoisting her up to face him. "Don't fucking do that, I don't need anything from you. Just let me fuck you and leave." He released her and she fell back on the bed, stunned silent. ** The ultimate enemies-to-lovers troupe with sizzling romance, dazzling royalty and fantasy. Fabio would do anything to push Giselle away and punish her for 'deceiving' her way to the throne but for how long?

In Every Page I Found You Subtitle:Peace,with a name Some stories don’t scream. They whisper — like a wind passing through old diary pages. Like a name you never expected to say again, but still do… in your mind, in your memories. It began somewhere around August 15th, when she was just a girl who thought she knew love. And then he appeared — not with roses or grand gestures, but with a strange charm, calling her “madam” while unknowingly tearing down every wall she had built. He was annoying. He was late. He was unreadable. But somehow… he was home. Their world wasn’t loud. It was made of: -stolen glances across the road -voice notes that never made it to the end -birthday surprises, annual day memories, and hidden tears - coffee dates, long drives, evening walks, and homely visits. -diary entries that said "Please, don’t leave." -and eyes that kept saying "I’m still here." She wrote poems. He gave silence. He showed up. Then faded. Then showed up again. No promises, no declarations, just... presence. But love has strange timings. And people have complicated hearts. This isn’t a fantasy where everything works out — this is real. Messy. Poetic. Raw. This is a story of falling in love with someone who was never officially yours… but never really anyone else’s either. If you’ve ever: kept screenshots to remember how it felt waited for one “good morning” smiled at a voice message you replayed a hundred times or written a diary entry hoping someone would magically read it… This story is for you. ~ Author’s Note Hello readers! I don’t know how you found this book — maybe through a recommendation, maybe by accident. But maybe that’s exactly how the story begins too. Accidentally. Silently. But meaningfully. This book isn’t just fiction. It’s memory. It’s emotion. It’s for the girl who held back her tears and smiled anyway. It’s for the boy who loved but couldn’t say it out loud. It’s for you, if you’ve ever paused at 2 a.m. with a diary on your lap, wondering “Did they ever feel the same?” I poured every raw emotion into this. No filters. No edits. Just honesty. So if you feel something while reading — even a little — let me know. Add this to your collection. Leave a comment. Share it with that one friend who’ll understand. Because sometimes, stories are all we have when people forget. Thank you for not leaving the pages. With love, Charu

Elizart, originally purchased as a plaything for the first princess, rose from the depths of slavery to become the King of the Kingdom through sheer determination. His victory, however, felt hollow without the love he yearned for. He married the stunning thirteenth Princess Zarniya, believing that he had everything he desired. Yet, Zarniya's heart was irrevocably bound to her slave, Madriel. When Madriel perished, Zarniya’s spirit shattered, and she too succumbed to the grief, leaving Elizart alone. As time passed, Elizart’s grip on sanity began to fray. Driven by desperation and obsession, Elizart embarks on a journey through time, intent on reclaiming his lost love and altering the course of history. This saga of power, obsession, and madness reveals the profound depths of his desire and the extreme measures he will take to claim the woman he believes is rightfully his.

Kaitlin Hasley has been in love with Samuel St. James. She was 16 when her brother Nathan brought Samuel to their home for the first time. Samuel was 23 at the time. By miracle or just plain faith seven years later, Kaitlin ended up getting married to Samuel. Kaitlin thought that she would get her happy ending unfortunately it was not meant to be. Samuel had already let someone into his heart and was reluctant to let her in. After four years of marriage, Kaitlin was mistreated and unloved. Kaitlin has to choose between staying with Samuel and keep living the way she has been for the past four years of leave and making a new life for herself.