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Sorry, but There's No Going Back
In the second year of their marriage, Angelica Thornton finds out that she's just a walking blood bank for others. Her husband, Elliot Quigley, has personally fed her steroids, forcing her weight to rise all the way to 160 pounds. This is all just so she can keep providing blood to his older stepsister-slash-first love, Rosie Morris. He even tells Angelica, "Who on earth would be turned on when they see a fat bitch like you?" But Elliot also kneels before Rosie's bed in the middle of the night, looking like a kicked puppy. "Rosie, I've never slept with Angelica before. Please don't abandon me…" Since then, Angelica's heart has been sealed from love. She decides to get a divorce and vows to shed those pounds. A long time after that, Angelica stands on the stage, looking absolutely divine. Her figure is now slim, yet she has curves in all the right places. Elliot's eyes go bloodshot out of regret. He kneels before her on a rainy night, crying, "Angie, you're the one I've always loved!" Suddenly, a hand shoots out from behind Angelica to lay claim on her slender waist. A pair of eyes can be seen glaring at Elliot coldly. Elliot is stunned, to say the least. "U-Uncle Dominic?" … Dominic Lawson has been emotionally impaired since birth. He himself has an antisocial son named Skye Lawson. Weirdly enough, Skye loves clinging to Angelica the most. Dominic thinks that Skye needs a mother in his life. But in the end, he's the one who has succumbed to Angelica's charms. In the middle of the night, as Dominic pulls Angelica into his arms, he murmurs huskily, "Angie, teach me how to… love."
She Walked Out of Hell and Into His Arms
Giselle Whitman's stepsister, Chantelle Whitman, sends Giselle's husband, Gavin Farrell, explicit photos. But Giselle is the one they send to a psychiatric hospital. For 180 days, Giselle suffers inhumane abuse every single day. The day she finally gets discharged, she decides she wants nothing more to do with her old life.Gavin favors Chantelle over her? Fine, Chantelle can have that trash of a man.Penelope Farrell, her own daughter, prefers Chantelle over her? Well, Giselle wishes them a perfect little mother-and-daughter bond.Her brother, Dylan Whitman, dotes on Chantelle? Then they can all stay together for good.When Giselle appears with Reagan Simmon, the most powerful and revered man in all of Kingswell, and sweetly asks him to put her shoes on for her, everyone loses their minds.…The head of the Simmon family, Reagan Simmon, is a man of dazzling brilliance and noble bearing. Though devastatingly handsome, he is notoriously known for keeping women at a distance. As a result, everyone speculates that the Simmons bloodline may very well end with Reagan.Until one day, he is seen chasing after a young woman on the street, his eyes filled with affection. He coaxes her softly, his voice barely above a whisper, "Baby, get some rest tonight. Let's go home and sleep. No funny business. I promise."…Gavin, now Giselle's ex-husband, watches the woman who once had eyes only for him being cherished by another man now. Once dejected and miserable, Giselle now blossoms once more, becoming more vibrant and alluring than ever. All Gavin can do is watch from afar, stealing glimpses of her happiness. And that is already more than he deserves.
Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..." In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm. Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers. Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?" The city explodes with gossip. Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power— what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago. His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat, to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry. Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms. Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan, down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test. Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?" Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears, then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger. "Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..." "Say what?" He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
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