Regret

I Understood Every Word He Used to Sacrifice Me

I Understood Every Word He Used to Sacrifice Me

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Forty-eight hours before my wedding, I was kidnapped and gang-raped, surviving by only a thread in the depths of despair.   When my mafia boss fiancé and my police detective best friend stood guard by my hospital bed with bloodshot eyes, I heard him suddenly switch to Navajo and ask her, "The death row inmates from the dark web—were they dealt with cleanly?"   My best friend chuckled, replying in ...
Too Late to Love My Broken Body

Too Late to Love My Broken Body

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The rain glistened over the harbor asphalt the night I meant to tell him I was pregnant — to lay out all my quiet hopes for our wedding and our future. That was the night I was stolen away.
I screamed for help from a city stitched with police tape and hollow warehouses, where every thread of trust had already frayed. The man who should have trusted me brushed my pleas aside.
As answers began to su...
The Two-Minute Curse: Surviving My Twin's Hell

The Two-Minute Curse: Surviving My Twin's Hell

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After my twin sister and I were accepted into the same elite university, our parents fully sponsored the freshman welcome banquet.

They told the university president, "This way, even at school, they can feel that parents will always be their unconditional support."

On the night of the banquet, my mother pressed a piece of paper into my hand.

"Elara, go to the podium. Read the address, and...
The Billionaire's Dead Canary

The Billionaire's Dead Canary

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For the sake of my gravely ill brother, I became Vince Hayes' mistress. I thought he was the god who pulled me out of hell, until he stood by and let his fiancée slap me across the face. So I left everything he'd given me, along with my dignity, behind that night. Later, that same arrogant Vince knelt at my hospital bed, his eyes red, begging me to come back. But looking at him, all I felt inside ...
He Rejected My Call for Help, Then Answered My Death Notice

He Rejected My Call for Help, Then Answered My Death Notice

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On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, ...
My Fated Mate Is Allergic to Me, So I Left

My Fated Mate Is Allergic to Me, So I Left

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I saved Theron’s life, and in return, he lined up his eight grandsons before me. Whoever I chose would be the next Alpha of the Frostvale Pack. My wolf instantly recognized Rhysand—my fated mate. I chose him without hesitation.
On our wedding night, the moment I touched him, he broke out in hives and gasped for air. The doctor said he was allergic to me. Overnight, I became the city's laughingstoc...
Secret Marriage

Secret Marriage

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I loved Jayden for three years until his beloved Sherry returned from abroad, and I realized I was just a substitute.

I broke up with him.

Jayden thought I was being unreasonable. He yelled impatiently:

'Gabriella, stop it. There's nothing between me and Sherry."

'I only treat her like a sister."

But at the banquet, he put his arm around her waist, acting intimately, ignoring me.

Until after...
Seven Days Dead, They Finally Remembered Me

Seven Days Dead, They Finally Remembered Me

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My stepsister and I tumbled down the stairs together. As someone with a blood clotting disorder, my spleen ruptured—I was bleeding internally, desperate for surgery to stop it.
But my mother—the renowned chief of surgery—pulled every specialist from the ER. To consult on my stepsister's condition.
All she had was a sprained ankle. Not even a scratch. Yet mom insisted on running every test in the b...
From Housewife to His Biggest Regret

From Housewife to His Biggest Regret

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This year was our sixth wedding anniversary. For the first time in six years, Kaelen finally agreed to go with me to Veyra City to visit my parents.
Six years. I thought he was finally swallow his pride and making peace with my family.
But late that night, as I stood outside our daughter’s bedroom holding a warm glass of milk, I heard them speaking inside.
"Daddy, Lorie said you're going to marry ...
He Chose Her, I Chose Me

He Chose Her, I Chose Me

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Ryan Aldridge had one rule: he showed up for whoever needed him most.

The problem was, it was never me.

Throat swelling shut in the ER? He was unclogging Sloane Harrington's drain. Anniversary dinner? He left between courses because Sloane was "spiraling."

I forgave it every time. I was the cool girl. The understanding fiancée.

Then my studio caught fire, and a beam came down on my chest.

I l...
My Grave Became His Confessional

My Grave Became His Confessional

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I’m in the final stages of stomach cancer. My son just passed away yesterday.
At his funeral, my ex-husband barged in, pointed at our son’s headstone, and accused me of doing anything for attention—even putting on a show like this.
He told me to get lost, to stay far away from the woman he really loves.
So I did exactly as he wanted.
I took my son’s ashes and disappeared into the endless sea.
But ...
She Died That Stormy Night

She Died That Stormy Night

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"Strip her naked and throw her in a dog cage."
When Vincent Sterling gave the order, Serena clutched her stomach in despair: "I'm carrying your baby!"
Vincent just lit a cigarette, watching coldly as the bodyguard’s boot slammed into her belly. "Get rid of it. I don't want anything filthy."
That night, to avenge his childhood sweetheart, Vincent personally killed his own flesh and blood, trampling...
Three Years Trapped: The Don Who Never Touched Me

Three Years Trapped: The Don Who Never Touched Me

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In bed, he gripped my hips, whispering, "Principessa." In public, he was Cosimo—the ruthless mafia don who dismissed me with an icy, "Piccola."
For three years after he bought me, he never touched me. But a year ago, when Caterina returned, everything changed. He became a man possessed, tearing my dresses to shreds in the dead of night, claiming me with wild fury. He even promised to marry me ...
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