

.Every April Fools' Day, my boyfriend joined his childhood friend in the same cruel prank, pretending to propose to me. Last year, I slipped the ring onto my finger, my heart full of hope. Suddenly, the mechanism snapped tight. Pain shot through my hand, and I cried out. He apologized afterward and promised that, this year, the proposal would be real. As such, I arrived carefully dressed, believing him. Instead, I was met with a face full of cake. He reached out gently, wiping the cream from my face as if it were nothing more than a harmless joke. However, this time, I took a step back. After six disappointments, I chose to walk away. So why was it that, in the end, he was the one consumed by regret?

.Every April Fools' Day, my boyfriend joined his childhood friend in the same cruel prank, pretending to propose to me. Last year, I slipped the ring onto my finger, my heart full of hope. Suddenly, the mechanism snapped tight. Pain shot through my hand, and I cried out. He apologized afterward and promised that, this year, the proposal would be real. As such, I arrived carefully dressed, believing him. Instead, I was met with a face full of cake. He reached out gently, wiping the cream from my face as if it were nothing more than a harmless joke. However, this time, I took a step back. After six disappointments, I chose to walk away. So why was it that, in the end, he was the one consumed by regret?

Facing her husband's deadly scheme, heiress Wendy Snow chooses Jesse Turner, a mysterious and formidable bodyguard.While others think he is just a hired guard, the truth is far more dangerous. It is a game of bait and strategy, where every move is a risk. When the truth is revealed, his real identity shocks the world as he helps her rise again.

Skyla Garrett, a girl with dreams of becoming a designer, and a wealthy heir, Zion Murray, fall quietly in love as teenagers, until a devastating fire changes everything. He rushes into the flames to save her and is left disfigured, forced to seek treatment abroad.When he finally returns, he finds her on the verge of engagement, not to him, but to his twin brother, whom she mistakenly believes rescued her that night. Unable to let go, and discovering his brother's hidden motives are far from pure, Zion weaves a careful plan to draw Skyla's heart back where it belongs. Their reconciled love not only heals them both but unravels years of silent tension between the brothers. Real love, it turns out, always finds its way home.

When I was three months pregnant, a pack of Rogues ambushed me. In the last moments before my consciousness began to fade, I begged for rescue through my mind-link to my Alpha mate, Adrian. But he never answered. I was rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment, only to be informed that the Saint-Tier Healer had been forcefully taken South by Adrian to treat Evelyn, his first love, after she lost her mate. When I woke to the pain of losing my pup, my fingers shook as I checked social media, then I saw Evelyn's post: [I knew that no matter how far away I am or how much time has passed, Adrian would always come for me. He even brought a Saint-Tier Healer to ease the pain in my heart.] In the photo, Adrian's dark eyes, which were usually cold and distant, were focused on the woman beside him with tenderness. While I was fighting for my life and losing our cub, my Alpha was protecting another pregnant wolf. I chuckled at myself bitterly. It felt as if the bond mark on my chest was withering away. I then dialed a number without hesitation. "Dr. Clark, I accept the position at the Northern Ancient Wolf Research Institute. Yes, the sooner the better. I won't be holding a farewell

I went to pick up my three-year-old son from preschool, only to run into a man who had snapped and started attacking people with a knife. To protect my son, I took more than a dozen stab wounds and collapsed in a pool of blood. Ethan Lawson had the attacker taken to the police station and brought in the best medical team to save us. Before I was wheeled into surgery, I anxiously asked how my son was doing. But Ethan’s eyes were red as he told me our son had lost too much blood. He had stopped breathing on the way to the hospital. The grief hit me so hard that I passed out. I forgot to tell them I was resistant to anesthesia. When I had just barely regained consciousness, I heard Ethan speaking with the doctor. “Mr. Lawson, he could have been saved. Why did you give up on resuscitation? He was your biological son. He was only three years old.” “I never planned to let him live,” Ethan said coldly. “His birth was a mistake from the start. And now he dared to ask me for a birthday present? What, was he trying to claim inheritance rights to the company?” “Vivian’s child and mine will turn eighteen soon. I promised her I’d give the company to our child as a coming-of-age gift. I won’t let anyone compete with him for it.” So the marriage I had thought was happy had been nothing but hell all along. Fine. If that was what they wanted, I would give it to them.

Ethan mistakenly believed that Scarlett's father had killed his own father, leading him to confine Scarlett in a mental hospital, where she endured torment for two years. Later, Ethan, in an effort to thwart his stepmother Evelyn's scheme, chose to enter into a fake marriage with Scarlett, with a three-month deadline. However, just as Ethan and Scarlett received their marriage license, Ethan discovered the mysterious woman he had slept with, Sophia.

Six years ago, Alyssa Moss lost her voice in a car accident and was led to believe that her husband, Caleb Wood, had cheated on her with Mandy Shaw. Crushed and betrayed, she faked her death and disappeared. Now, she returns as Anna, a renowned architect, with her son, Connor Wood. But when she unexpectedly crosses paths with Caleb and Mandy, she must hide Connor's true identity. When Connor is kidnapped, Alyssa and Caleb join forces to rescue him—only to discover that every lie and heartbreak between them had been orchestrated by Mandy all along.

I’ve always felt like Travis Chancer was forced to marry me. Every time we were intimate at night, he’d rather use his hand to get me off than actually have sex with me. I got more and more disappointed and decided to divorce him. But the night before I printed the papers, I heard him on the balcony talking to his buddies. “Bro, I’m not trying to be nosy, but you’re obviously dying for it. Why won’t you touch her? The perfect woman is right there. It must feel amazing.” “Women can’t stand being ignored. If you keep bottling it up, she’ll eventually run off with another man, and you’ll regret it.” He took a quiet sip of whiskey. “But her skin is so delicate, and her waist is so slim… she’s so sensitive. What if I lose control and scare her? “She’s my woman. I have to be careful. If she wants to find comfort elsewhere, she can. As long as she’s still willing to come home, I’ll keep spoiling her.” They snorted. “Don’t act like a saint, man. If you’ve got the guts, stop secretly posting on Reddit.” Late that night, I quietly opened Travis’s browser history. A full hundred entries. The pinned post read: “I finally married the girl I’ve loved for years, but I have a very high sex drive. How can I make her enjoy it without leaving psychological scars?”…