Ex Wife Romance

Devastated after a sufferable marriage, and the mysterious disappearance of her first love, Ashley Harrington really thought life couldn't break her any further-until finally it did. Left homeless, pregnant, and betrayed by those she trusted most, Ashley’s only hope is to reclaim her daughter and take revenge on the man who destroyed her life. But when Lorenzo Grey, the man who vanished years ago, reappears with not just secrets darker than she imagined, but charms she couldn't resist, Ashley must decide if she can trust him again. Just as those sparks of love are rekindled, they will face deadly enemies, buried betrayals, and a shocking revelation that connects them together in ways neither can imagine. With everything at stake, Ashley fights not only for her future but also for a love that refuses to die.

“Chantelle Bently, you’re a murderer! Why are you still alive? You should have been the one to die!” Daniel shoved her away furiously, his face as dark and empty as the black suit he wore. Chantelle was caught off guard and lost her balance, falling hard onto her pregnant belly. The pain was unbearable, and she cried out as her body trembled. Chantelle shook her head desperately. “I told you, it wasn’t me! It was Kate!” In a trembling voice, she pleaded, “Daniel, how many times do I have to say this before you believe me? I didn’t betray your family or the Wilson Group Of Companies, and I didn’t cause your grandfather’s death.” Anger and resentment appeared in Daniel’s eyes as he threw the divorce settlement in Chantelle’s face. “Sign this now! From this day forward, I’ll make you pay a thousand times for everything you’ve done!” The sight of the document struck Chantelle like a dagger to her heart. Her whole body froze as if she had been cast into the icy wastelands of Hell. **** Her twin sister framed her, and her perfect family was destroyed on Christmas Eve. Things got worse when her husband handed her a divorce agreement. A month later, rumors spread that she had died in prison from depression. Six years later, she returned with a new face to take her revenge. She was beautiful but dangerous. Daniel felt both devastated and irritated when he saw the mysterious woman. She had the same name as his dead ex-wife, whom he hated most and the one he believed was responsible for his grandfather’s death. Despite his anger, he couldn’t deny the strong attraction he felt toward her. In fact, he was fatally obsessed and addicted to her, and the anger that had controlled him for six years slowly started to crumble.

"Perkenalkan. Namanya Kim Je Ah. Sabahat terbaikku dan juga calon isteriku." Kalimat itu berhasil membuatnya terbodoh. Hajoon mengatakan kalimat itu dengan sangat mudah. Entah kaget atau memang bodoh, dirinya hanya terdiam dihadapan rekan kerja Hajoon. Membalas tatapan para lelaki berjas yang ada disana satu persatu. Sama sekali tak memahami arti dari senyum malu-malu mereka terhadapnya. Je Ah dan Hajoon sudah berteman sejak SMA hingga sekarang. Selama itu juga, Je Ah sama sekali tidak pernah berpikir akan menikah dengan sahabatnya itu. Mulanya Je Ah mengira Hajoon hanya bercanda dan menganggap perkataan lelaki itu sebagai angin lalu. Tapi nyatanya, Hajoon sudah mempersiapkan pernikahan mereka.

On their wedding day, she was waiting for him, but he didn't show up. Instead, loving images of him and her sister appeared on the wedding venue and advertising screens throughout the city, and he declared that he would never marry her. However, she didn't change her mind, believing that she was the only one destined to be his wife. She had thought that she could move him, but he remained so ruthless. She could accept his fickleness, his hatred, and his revenge against her, but she couldn't bear him hurting their child. Therefore, she decided to abandon him completely...

Once upon a time, Emily Stone was gentle, obedient—easily molded into the perfect wife. Even after becoming Mrs. Scott, she existed only in the shadow of her husband Damian’s mistress. After two years of humiliation, Damian finally spoke the words that sealed her fate. "Emily, I'm tired of this. I want to give Melody a wedding." Without shedding a tear, Emily signed the divorce papers, walked away with nothing, and became the laughingstock of the city. Damian married the love of his life, yet he couldn't escape Emily’s ghost. When news arrived that she had perished at sea, regret consumed him. Five years later, at a high-stakes auction, Damian's world stopped. There, standing before him, was the woman he thought dead. His Emily. As his eyes darkened with a desperate hunger, one thought consumed him—this time, he wouldn’t let her go.

Reeling from the shame, anger, embarrassment of his break up with the love of his life publicly, Kieran White had gotten involved with a common waitress at the pub he visited. They had hit it off and soon had a one night stand that led to them signing a contract marriage of five years so Kieran could head his family's business. What Edwina Hall had thought was a dream come true soon came shattering with a reality so blindly forced into her face when her husband asked her to sign the divorce papers he presented to her. Devastated, she had signed the papers and had left her cold-hearted ex-husband alone only to realize that she was pregnant with his son. Five years later, the duo crossed part in the most unlikely places and this time, the tables had turned as Kieran would do anything to get Edwina to notice him and most importantly, be with him again. Would Edwina continue to feign indifference to the man who had her heart and the father of her son or would she ignore him and move on with someone else?

Blair Moons is torn between saving herself or her unborn baby, but nothing hurts like walking on her husband and his mistress on their bed when she needed his support the most. She is cursed, degraded, and divorced, leaving her with nothing, not even her clothes, but fate has a way of pulling her even deeper... her world takes a new turn with the arrival of Kabir Marge into her life. Five years later, she is not only the wife to the youngest billionaire but his partner and mother of identical twin genuis baby boys. She is back, and Karma is fast knocking on the door of her ex and his mistress... Mrs. Blair Marge never crawls back.

In the midst of a chilling night, Elena Wilson, a young and timid girl, finds herself in a harrowing chase, desperately trying to escape from an unknown pursuer. Lost in the alleys of a desolate street, she collides with a car, her heart racing as she braces for the impact. Miraculously, the driver of the vehicle manages to halt just in time, saving her from harm. As Elena regains her composure, she gazes up to meet the eyes of the car's owner, only to recognize the face that has adorned countless magazines—the enigmatic and successful billionaire, Elliot Wessex. Overwhelmed with both gratitude and trepidation, Elena implores him for help, hoping he could drive her to a safe place Little does Elena know that Elliot's desire to assist her is not purely driven by kindness. Beneath his handsome façade lies a some hidden motive. Drawn to Elena's beauty and vulnerability, he agrees to aid her in eluding her pursuer, embarking on a dangerous journey that illuminates dark secrets and tests the limits of trust.

A compilation of short happy ending love story

Bakers, highschool girls, cleaners, mothers.... in the day... but assassins at night. Don't mess with them because they are the real definition of Eve. ---- After her parents were brutally murdered by some group of people, Kate swears to find them and kill them. But to do that, she needed to be strong, wicked, rich.... and crafty. But what happens when she sees herself getting attached to some certain people? What happens when she sees herself falling in love... something she vowed never to do. Will it cost her her life mission?!

They say words cut deeper than knives. Jiang Yanxu never thought his own would come back to bleed him dry. "You look terrible. Why don’t you just disappear instead of being a nuisance to everyone?" Cold. Final. That’s how Jiang Yanxu ended things with his ex-wife—Yan An. Regret is a bitter pill, and it always comes too late. For nearly five years, Jiang Yanxu played the villain well: public affairs, sharp-edged humiliation, love dangled just out of reach. Yan An bore it all in silence—until he vanished from his world, leaving nothing behind but wreckage. But fate, cruel as ever, had one last trick to play. His empire crumbled. His pride shattered. His dignity stripped. And in the ruins of it all, Jiang Yanxu saw the face of the man he once believed was his salvation—the same man who now held the blade. Then came the twist he never saw coming: he woke up to a day that felt all too familiar. The day it all began. Was it punishment? A second chance? A cosmic joke? Jiang Yanxu doesn’t care. He only knows one thing—he won’t waste it this time. "Yan An, I was wrong. Come back to me." But some ghosts don't forgive easily. ---------------------------------------------------- UPDATE: 1 chapter per 10 days. Slow-burn. Seme protagonist.

A young man, the leader of a mercenary group, ventures alone into a vibrant metropolis. Tempted by a host of enchanting women, will he surrender to desire or remain steadfast? How would you navigate life with an exceptionally beautiful, single celebrity aunt? What kind of sparks will fly between her and her circle of friends? As the former king of mercenaries returns to the battlefield, a shadowy conspiracy starts to take shape... \\\\ Thank you for reading. Due to some details, the subsequent plot will be updated in my other book.

When one is summoned to another world, it's usually because that fortune smiles upon the chosen one. Much like those shows visualized before their dreamy audience, the summoned heroes are blessed with gifted stats and traits, renown and respect, and eventually, a harem of many a fair maidens. So why am I here? Why am I isekaied if I don't even have OP stats? Why don't I know of the purpose that summoned here, or the trademark 'demon king' that I need to slay? Why am I here?! What's the point?! Why summon an idiotic loser?! What can I give?! Is this a joke?! Some twisted amusement for the fates to enjoy?! JUST LET ME GO BACK! I suppose... I have to figure all that out, don't I?

Sabrina Baelleigh never expected her life to turn out this way. After the tragic murder of her parents, she became the sole protector of her younger sister, fighting tooth and nail to survive. Managing a small, struggling restaurant, Sabrina found herself drowning in debt, hoping for a miracle. But then came Thaddeus Gillcrest, a billionaire who promised a way out—through a contract marriage that could solve all her problems. But nothing went as planned. Despite their agreement, Sabrina found herself falling for him, and for a fleeting moment, happiness seemed within reach. That was until Cynthia Rodgers slid her way between them, causing betrayal, misunderstandings, and ultimately, a divorce. Sabrina’s life seemed shattered, but fate had other plans. One fateful night led to another secret: a baby. Now, with her life in turmoil, Sabrina must go through the rocky road from heartbreak to stardom, while the truth about the past threatens to unravel everything. Can Sabrina rise from the ashes, or will the betrayals of love and ambition destroy her for good?

The slender waist and delicate figure of the girl captivated the man who appeared cold in the eyes of outsiders. After a one-night stand, Anita met with Owen, whose life should not have intersected with hers. Owen's family was distinguished, and he was handsome and aloof, but he only looked at Anita differently. So when Owen proposed a contract marriage, Anita agreed, and everyone was surprised when Anita, who had just been abandoned, found such a top-notch boyfriend. After the marriage, Anita was surprised to find that the two had similar interests and frequently connected with each other. With Owen's gentleness and support, she gradually fell in love, but she also gradually found that Owen's life was far from something she could easily interfere with. He would date beautiful actresses, and he would often be surrounded by rich girls who claimed to be his childhood friends. It turned out that Owen was willing to marry her because Anita looked similar to the woman he was secretly in love with. Anita realized that she turned out to be just a stand-in for another woman, and that all the tenderness was an illusion. More importantly, the woman returned. Anita left in discouragement. It was only until one day, four years later, that Owen saw Anita again, and the child Anita was holding in her arms was a miniature version of Owen! Owen begged, "You're coming home with me!" Anita laughed coldly and said, "Go home? Back to your home of lies?" Owen said, "Why haven't you returned my messages for so many years? Anita calmly took the other man's hand and said, "I changed my contact information a long time ago because I didn't want you to find me and trample on my dignity again. Oh, I forgot to introduce to you. This is my mate."

(GL) Confident Mess x Cold Raging Fire - - - Author Renée Laurent receives an invitation to an old university friend's wedding. The venue will be on a private island, but that's not the only 'hassle'. A certain someone will be there and it's forcing her to properly evaluate some of her past choices. Recently minted environmental lawyer Ayla Bozkurt. A relationship that started early in University and went on for over two years. One that Renée ended herself without explaining properly... She thought it was the right thing to do at the time, with her mental health fraying. Now, Renée thinks she wants to see her again on the island just to show that she is in a good place with her life. That's all. After all, the relationship is dead... isn't it? An ending that happened because of a misunderstanding and a lack of communication. In close proximity and stuck with her for a while, will one pounding heart awaken the willingness in the other to finally talk? - - - The author cups her hands around the moon shining above before looking over at her ex. "I used to hate the night. The moonlight reminded me of what I couldn't touch anymore." The lawyer whose name means 'halo of moonlight' watches her with a cold face, but inside she is as hotly rattled as ever. "...What do you mean by saying this?" - - - A young law student had been trying to disparage her writing profession to Ayla in a public setting. Renée steps closer to the young woman after confidently defending herself to land a final soft blow. "But you were making her uncomfortable with this instead of me." The wealthy ex who thought she had been hiding her displeasure at her junior talking down to someone clenches her wine glass. Was she so easy to read for her, or... is she just paying that much attention?

Synopsis - "You are nothing but a toy to be used and discarded, you poor gold- digger, who can do anything for money." he sneered mockingly. She looked at him without showing any kind of hurtful expression. Because she doesn't care what he or others think about her. It doesn't matter whatever hurtful things he or others says. It was just a contract marriage for three years with no feelings attached. ~~~~~~ Freya Hart gets married to a heartless person Elijah Sinclair who's born with a golden spoon in his mouth. Who thinks every poor person are schemers and could do anything for money. Freya Hart is an introvert girl. She never says no to help her adoptive family, in order to repay their kindness for raising her, she agrees to a three years contractual marriage with Elijah Sinclair. But it was a real marriage for Freya. Even though Elijah made sure that she was nothing to him but a tool to achieve his goals and didn't let go of a chance to torment and hurt her. What happens when she had enough of his and others torments and decided to move on in her life to find happiness she deserves. . . . Will she ever forgive him? Will he ever realise his mistakes before it's to late? Will he be too late and lose her to someone who knows her worth and respects her decisions? ~~~~ Need to know more about what gonna happen. So hop on in the journey of Freya and Elijah. Let's see what their fate has decided for them. {PS:- This is my original work not some kind of plagiarism. Book cover doesn't belong to me, if it's your you can tell me . Others then that all copyrights belong to me. (Yes me) And If you try to steal my work then I'm gonna have 'Truck-Sama' find you and if he find you_____(If you know you know).}>3

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.

The clock ticked past midnight, each second echoing like a hammer in the hollow silence of the apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, the storm outside mirroring the tempest brewing in Emily’s chest. She sat rigid on the couch, her fingers digging into the upholstery, eyes fixed on the door. David’s keys jingled in the lock, his laughter—warm and carefree—seeping through the wood before he did. He stumbled in, tie askew, the sharp tang of bourbon on his breath. But it wasn’t the alcohol that made her stomach churn. It was the cloying sweetness of jasmine perfume clinging to his collar—a scent that didn’t belong to her. “Where have you been?” Emily’s voice trembled, though she’d rehearsed the question a hundred times in her head. David froze, his smile dissolving. “Work ran late. You know how it is.” “Work ends at six, David. It’s *midnight*.” She stood, her legs unsteady. “And since when do you wear lipstick to the office?” His hand flew to the smudge of crimson on his white sleeve—a shade too bold, too *alive* for the muted tones of their marriage. His face hardened. “You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” She stepped closer, the jasmine scent now suffocating. “Or is it *Jane* from accounting? The one who ‘just needs your help’ every time I call?” His laugh was a cold blade. “You’re paranoid. Always picking fights—” “Paranoid?” Her voice cracked. “You haven’t touched me in months! You come home smelling like *her*, lying to my face—” “Enough!” He slammed his fist on the table, a vase rattling. “I’m tired of your nagging! What do you even do all day? Sit here and wait to accuse me?” The words struck deeper than any slap. Emily’s breath hitched. “I gave up my career for you. For *us*—” “Us?” He sneered. “There *is* no ‘us.’ Just you, digging through my things like a desperate—” She didn’t see his hand move. The crack of his palm against her cheek split the air, her head snapping sideways. She stumbled, clutching the wall as the taste of copper bloomed on her tongue. David loomed over her, his eyes wild, foreign. “You… you pushed me to this,” he hissed, grabbing his coat. “Clean yourself up. You’re pathetic.” The door slammed. Emily slid to the floor, tears mingling with the blood on her lip. Outside, thunder roared. But beneath the pain, a spark ignited—a flicker of defiance. Her gaze landed on the shattered vase, its jagged pieces glinting in the lamplight. *Pathetic.* The word echoed, twisting into a vow. She would rise. Not for him. Not for “us.” But to make him regret the day he underestimated the woman he’d reduced to ashes. -**Chapter One: The Scent of Betrayal (Continued)** The air hung thick with venom. David’s chest heaved, his earlier bravado fraying at the edges. Emily wiped her bleeding lip with the back of her hand, her eyes blazing. “You think Jane *wants* you?” she spat, her voice a razor. “Or does she just pity the man who needs to steal confidence from a bottle and affairs to feel alive?” David’s jaw twitched. “Shut up.” “Why? Because it’s true?” She laughed, cold and sharp. “You’re a cliché, David. A middle-aged fraud in a tailored suit. Even your *precious* promotion—did you earn it, or did you cry your way into it like you did when your father called you a disappointment?” He lunged forward, but she sidestepped, her words relentless. “Jane must be desperate. Or blind. Tell me, does she know you couldn’t even—” “I said *shut up*!” he roared, his composure crumbling. “Couldn’t even *what*?” she taunted, stepping closer. “Finish a sentence? A marriage? Or is that why you’re so bad in—” The slap exploded like a gunshot. Emily’s head whipped sideways, her body crumpling to the floor. The world blurred—a kaleidoscope of shattered glass and spinning shadows. Her cheek burned, but worse was the silence that followed, broken only by her shaky breaths.

From being a sex slave to the mafia lord’s favourite, follow the story of Mina Angel, from being a sassy girl to the mafia lord princess. Aaron Vertercio, the mafia Lord took a liking to Mina, he’d do anything for Mina to be his sex slave, even if he had to make Mina and her sick mom homeless and suffer. “What, I woke up like this” Mina said. “ Go back and change princess!” Aaron growled “ Why?” Aaron walked towards her, the aura was enough to send a shiver down someone's spine Mina was slammed against the wall, and Aaron locked her in his arms “Remember this, you are mine and mine alone”. You can follow me on Discord; _Mckenzie_

This is going to be a collection of my imagination and some real experiences that I will be adding some twist.. Note: You don't need to read this if you don't want to. I don't need your opinion this is just something that I'm doing casually. Chapter Release: Whenever I think of something, maybe twice a week.

Gods put me into a romance game I had only played for three weeks, I played along and everything was going smoothly until a psychopathic god killed me. I thought it was over until: [Congratulations you've unlocked the Reset system] Now with this system, I'm going to complete this game as I deem fit and once I'm out. I'm going to kill that psychopathic bastard of a god. Only if he doesn't kill me first. (Note, this used to be a pure romance novel before I added the system so it's a bit slow paced at first)

Helena Stone, driven by a troubled past and a brother in need, joins the Capitol City's Patrol Guard. Her journey takes an unexpected turn when General Victor Halloway offers her a secret deal: submit to his desires for a guaranteed spot. Their first encounter is intense and passionate, leaving Hel…

Marrying Zeath Lupin was a blessing until he ditched Mellow at a family dinner for his pregnant girlfriend. But the actions she took only led to a deadly situation. Something that would end her alongside the life growing within her—a child Zeath doesn’t deserve. She ran for dear life after faking her death. But she was bound to return as Zeath’s only means to an end in disguise. Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what happened when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child’s lives once more? ~ “Do you know how much I wished you wouldn’t come near me, even... touch me?” Zeath drones on. “All those cuddles, kisses, and affection? They all made my skin crawl—like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You’re no different. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another.” “We?” I croak out. Then Zeath’s fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice no better. “Poor Mellow, it’s all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it’s your choice.”

"Give me your heart" The demon said and rose went deaf for a moment, she didn't hear him right did she. "Sorry I can't hear you" she said and he reiterated what he said and her eyes widened, she became absolutely sure about what he had asked, but why would he ask for something so outrageous, he knew that their love was forbidden and they were not meant to be. Rose the princess of the human clan set out to the forest in search of the demon, they negotiated and the demon asked for something in return but she couldn't give him, she would bring an impending doom on her citizens, but what if his undying love changes her decision?. Their love grew to become immeasurable, what happens when there is a love triangle?, what happens when the promises.they made to each other break, what happens when the whole world kick against the idea of them being together?. Let's follow rose through the road of love, danger, heartbreak, jealousy, love triangle, promises and touch of romance.