

A short Romance Story! (Completed) Abigail Delaney, the youngest female servant of the Williams household came with the intention to work for a period of time in order to save up enough money to pay for her mother's surgery. Unintentionally, she fell in love with the only son and heir to the Williams empire, Liam Williams.It took just one night to lose her virginity to him. And later discovering she was pregnant, she decided to leave and never return. Hopefully, Liam will never find out that she left with his heir.

On the first day of my rebirth, I turn straight into the bedroom of Don Raffaele Caruso and begin undoing my clothes. In my previous life, I was in a marriage of convenience with his son, Matteo Caruso, but there was no love between us. We were notorious in Liberty City's mafia circle. Matteo believed I was the reason he lost his first love. He thought I had deliberately gone into his room the night he was drugged with an aphrodisiac, trapping him in a marriage. Hence, for eight years after our wedding, he stayed out drunk every night and refused to come home. Even when I went into obstructed labor and was on the brink of death, he never asked about me even once. Then, the hurricane came. A storm surge swallowed Liberty City. The harbor collapsed under the waves, and there was only one seat left on the evacuation boat. Everyone thought Matteo would keep it for himself. Instead, he shoved me hard onto the boat. "Go! I'm giving you my chance to live, Chiara. If there's a next life, don't come saving me again. I just want to be with Lucia." The next second, his body was dragged into the pitch-black sea. I survived, only to be hacked to death by a rival family afterward. What Matteo never knew was that he wasn't the only one who was drugged that night. His father was too. This time around, I step into the room just as the effects of the aphrodisiac take hold. Raffaele is currently forcing himself to endure it, his control stretched to the limit. I walk over and say softly, "Let me be your antidote, Don Caruso."

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

Housewife Renee suffers from a long-term sexless marriage because her husband Ethan favors her older sister Kira. This repression triggers a compulsive sexual disorder, and she seeks medical help in shame, where she meets Damian—a elite professional with a double identity. In the consultation room, he sees through her pain and childhood family trauma. Using treatment as a pretext, he gets close to her, then unexpectedly joins her company as her new boss and promotes her to be his personal assistant. In public, he is restrained; in private, the tension between them is electric. Renee is repeatedly humiliated by her husband and framed—drugged and kidnapped by her sister—but Damian fiercely protects her at every turn, dismantling their enemies' power. Renee decisively divorces, and after a crisis involving a doppelgänger impersonating her, the two finally confess their true feelings and hold a wedding. In the end, Renee becomes pregnant. They heal each other's traumas, and she gains both a flourishing career and a fulfilling family.

Lana is seen by the villagers as a "jinx" because of her uncanny ability to predict the future—but in truth,she's blessed with a rare kind of good fortune.One day, dressed in tattered clothes and gathering wild vegetables, she stumbles upon Yelena Jenkins, the military governor's wife. Later, Yelena takes Lana back to her residence. There, Lana's luck works wonders: flowers bloom in full glory, and an old yellow dog finds new life. But Lana's extraordinary gifts don't stop there…
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Mabel was originally the daughter of the wealthy Grant family. However, her happy family was torn apart when she was eight. Since then, her days were hard and challenging.

My father was one of the first dons to rise out of the Naples mob. My mother was an iron-fisted businesswoman with a reputation that made grown men flinch. When I was ten, somebody had the nerve to hijack one of my father's freight ships. He had the man's arms and legs broken with a crowbar, then stuffed a handful of gold rings down his throat — told him to count his money while he crawled. When I was fifteen, some scheming woman tried to get her claws into my father. My mother hired the filthiest pimps off the docks, shipped her down to a back-alley bar in Marseille, and told her to make her own way. And me — I grew up running the streets of Naples like I owned them. The sons of every other family knew to call me Miss Ferrante and keep their hands to themselves. Then I met him. A rough, quiet man fresh out of the army. For him I put down the knives, traded the silk for plain cotton, and followed him back to that little nothing of a coastal town, Porto Scuro. Today my mother-in-law and my husband went down to the dock warehouses to settle a dispute. They held her face down in a barrel of rotting fish guts. They kicked in three of his ribs. I stared at the salt fish I'd been slicing on the kitchen board, let out a cold laugh, and brought the knife down so hard the oak split in half. Then I dialed my father's private line.

Lily Arnold saved Tim Nell from a car accident and married into his wealthy family. However, during their four-year marriage, she was met with nothing but indifference. Tim's heart belonged solely to his childhood sweetheart, Sara Buck, leaving no room for Lily's devotion. Empowered by Tim's favoritism, Sara repeatedly schemed against Lily, but Tim always took Sara's side. To cure Sara's nightmares, Tim sacrificed Lily's unborn child. Completely heartbroken, Lily signed the divorce agreement and fled abroad to pursue her artistic dream. Only after she left did Tim realize he had long fallen in love with the wife who had silently given him everything.