

.The day before we were scheduled to fly to Meridianna for our wedding, Harrison Tucker, my fiancé of five years, swapped my and my parents' first-class tickets for Mandy and her parents without saying a word. He said casually, "Mandy hasn't been to Meridianna and wanted to take her parents out for vacation, but there weren't that many seats left in first class on our flight... You guys take a ship over. I've already bought you the tickets." I looked toward my fiancé's family, and surprisingly, not a single person opposed Harrison's decision. It was then that I finally gave up all hope. After they boarded the plane and departed, I canceled the wedding venue, as well as the luxury hotel and high-end services I had booked. I want to see exactly how Harrison, a customs declaration clerk making only a few thousand dollars a month, was going to accompany his "dear friend's" family to go around Meridianna without my help.

After our eighty-eighth canceled wedding, I called my business partner. "I'm taking the Haviana market project." There was a beat of stunned silence. "Seriously? That's ten years overseas. You just got married—well, weren't you? Does your husband even know? What about your parents? You always said staying close to them was everything." I glanced around the empty church and let out a sharp laugh. "There was no wedding. No husband. And my parents? They've got Cindy. That's all they need." Another pause. "Alright. Pack your bags. You leave tomorrow." After the call, I ran a hand down my wedding dress. One last tear slipped out, quiet and pointless. Cindy had another "episode" today. Claimed she'd off herself. Andrew canceled—again. I'd looked at him, drained. "It's the eighty-eighth time." He dropped his head, guilt all over him. "Just a little more time, Viv. She's been off since the accident. I'm scared she'll actually do it. I swear, I'll talk to her. For real this time. Then we'll get married. Promise." My parents didn't hesitate. "Vivian, let Andrew go. If Cindy hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't have these breakdowns. Are you really putting a wedding over your sister's life?" "How could you be so selfish?" I'd heard it all before. Used to fight it. Not this time. If neither my fiancé nor my parents wanted me around, then fine. I'd leave.

In her past life, Amanda Parker cared for her in-laws for fifty years, only discovering before her death that her husband had deceived her—he gave her university spot to his widowed sister-in-law, who even impersonated Amanda’s military commander parents! Reborn with bitter resentment, Amanda refuses to be a doormat this time. She exposes her scumbag husband, his mistress, and her terrible in-laws. Eventually, Amanda not only gets her revenge but marries a high-ranking official and lives happily ever after.

I died just before my husband Drake's wedding to his mate. Ten days before my death, Drake's former mate returned. Drake abandoned me to spend the night with his mate even though I was attacked by rogues and was severely injured. He came back directly the next day, not to see me but to give me the news. “I want to sever the mate bond with you.” “I’ve been poisoned by wolfsbane.” “You’re lying again. Regardless, I must reject you today.” He didn’t know that his rejection would hasten my death. I thought that after this stumbling block—me—was gone, he could finally live happily with his mate. But to my surprise, he abandoned his bride at the wedding and ran to my gravestone, weeping. “Lyra, you are my wife. I forbid you to die!”

After our eighty-eighth canceled wedding, I called my business partner. "I'm taking the Haviana market project." There was a beat of stunned silence. "Seriously? That's ten years overseas. You just got married—well, weren't you? Does your husband even know? What about your parents? You always said staying close to them was everything." I glanced around the empty church and let out a sharp laugh. "There was no wedding. No husband. And my parents? They've got Cindy. That's all they need." Another pause. "Alright. Pack your bags. You leave tomorrow." After the call, I ran a hand down my wedding dress. One last tear slipped out, quiet and pointless. Cindy had another "episode" today. Claimed she'd off herself. Andrew canceled—again. I'd looked at him, drained. "It's the eighty-eighth time." He dropped his head, guilt all over him. "Just a little more time, Viv. She's been off since the accident. I'm scared she'll actually do it. I swear, I'll talk to her. For real this time. Then we'll get married. Promise." My parents didn't hesitate. "Vivian, let Andrew go. If Cindy hadn't gotten kidnapped trying to save you, she wouldn't have these breakdowns. Are you really putting a wedding over your sister's life?" "How could you be so selfish?" I'd heard it all before. Used to fight it. Not this time. If neither my fiancé nor my parents wanted me around, then fine. I'd leave.

Jared Steele spends ten years composing hundreds of hit songs for his wife, Chelsea Locke, turning her from an unknown singer into a music queen. He loves her deeply, but discovering her with Dean Graham, his mother’s illegitimate son, shatters him. Enraged, he revokes all her song rights. Chelsea sees it as a game, pushing his limits—until her thousandth concert, when a lawyer’s notice confirms the revocation.

To save her dying grandmother, Hannah agrees to pose as her twin sister for three years, enduring a loveless marriage, her husband's cruelty to her, and obsession with his first love. When the deal finally ends and she walks away with the money she deserved, the man who once discarded her realizes too late what he's lost.

"I loved Dante Rossi for twenty years. I gave up my medical career, my dreams, and my dignity for him. On the eve of our wedding, I discovered he had gotten another woman pregnant — his childhood companion, Isobel. So on what should have been the happiest day of my life, I canceled the wedding, burned every photo and letter, and disappeared without a trace, leaving only one sentence on our calendar: “Let’s break up, Dante.” Two years later, I returned as a successful medical researcher, engaged to a man who truly loves me. But Dante finally learned the truth — I was the one who took a bullet for him five years ago, not Isobel. Now the once-arrogant heir of the arms empire has lost everything. He kneels before me, regrets eating him alive, and begs for another chance. He even blocked a knife meant for me with his own body. But it’s too late."

Nina Smith marries Yannick Lewis, one of Landon's most powerful elites, despite having known him for only a short time. Overnight, she becomes the stepmom to his two children. As she navigates her new family, sparks begin to fly between the two of them. To her astonishment,Nina discovers that the children are actually her own! Secrets from five years ago come to light, and her hidden identity is gradually revealed. In the end, justice is served, and Nina and Yannick, together with their children, enjoy a happy and loving family life.

I was kidnapped the day my vampire boyfriend, Hades, was going to introduce me to his parents. I barely managed to escape and reached his citadel only to watch him on his knees, kissing Hestia’s hands as he announced. “I accept your arrangement, Dad and Mom. Your decision was better than mine. Hestia is truly a good match for me. As for Ares, I’ll think of a way to get rid of her quickly.” “Hades…” My voice choked, drawing their attention to me. “How can you do that to me? You said you loved me.” Hades turned to look at me, his eyes cold and distant. He dragged me out of his citadel. “You dare bring up our past, Ares? Where were you last night?” “I-I was kidnapped!” I yelled. “Really, Ares?” Hestia followed behind, “You say you were kidnapped, yet you stand tall. Not even a scratch on your body.” “I-I don't know why-” I stopped in the middle to look at Hades ’ eyes that were laced with hatred and disgust I had never seen before. “Y-You are doubting me, Hades?” “My men said you were seen with a mysterious man in a five-star hotel’s entrance. I’m not a fool to not understand what you did last night, Ares.” He spat. “Hades… I-I was really kidnapped!” I sobbed. “No need for explanation. It was already hard for me to convince my parents to accept a human mate, and now, after your bad reputation, it's impossible.” “Ten days later, I’ll take vows with Hestia. You should thank her for allowing me to keep you as my mistress. She is really a kind woman.” “Thank her?” I laughed sarcastically, “No thanks, Miss Hestia. No need to share your man with me. Please keep him to yourself.”