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Say I Love You When We Meet Again

Say I Love You When We Meet Again

Amara Elen is a gifted language therapist trying to outrun nightmares that don't belong to this life. Haunted by visions of fire, betrayal, and a man with eyes like burning suns, she struggles to live a normal life in the bustling metropolis of Meridian City. Everything changes when she meets Leo Ardent, an enigmatic billionaire with a tortured past and secrets of his own. Their attraction is instant, electric... and strangely familiar. As Amara uncovers fragments of a forgotten life, she realises she and Leo are more than just lovers; they are reincarnated souls tied by fate. But their bond is not the only one returning from the ashes. Cyras Vale, the dark prince of her past life, has returned, reborn as Cyrus Vale, a powerful and seductive businessman with the power to reignite the world-ending ritual known as the Reclamation. Torn between two powerful men from different lifetimes, Amara must uncover the truth of who she once was: Mariselle, a fire priestess who sacrificed everything to seal away a monstrous power. But now, the seal is breaking, and both Leo and Cyras hold pieces of her heart and soul. As memories clash with reality and time runs out, Amara must face a devastating choice: embrace the burning love of the past that could destroy the world, or fight for a future she may never live to see. Amara discovers that she was not simply a pawn of fate in either lifetime; she was the original creator of the Flame Sigil, the one who started the Reclamation in the first place. Everything Leo, Cyras, even the cycles of rebirth, was set in motion by a past version of herself desperate to fix a mistake. Now, she must break the cycle once and for all... even if it means turning her back on both men.
Her Truth, Unsung

Her Truth, Unsung

I married Liam Thorne, the love of my life, wearing a five-dollar thrift store dress. We ate pizza on museum steps, dreaming of a future where our shared music would change the world, just "us against everyone." I sacrificed everything for him: giving up my band's breakthrough gig, draining our meager savings for his mother's emergency surgery, and enduring ugly rumors and public scorn, all to pave the way for Liam's glittering career. My dreams faded, but his soared. As Liam transformed into a global rock superstar, my own life became a carefully constructed demolition. I was manipulated into a humiliating, sexualized music video, publicly branded a "desperate sellout," and then mercilessly blacklisted by the same industry that elevated him. When I was sick and broken, consumed by an autoimmune illness, the man I loved abandoned me, choosing manufactured fame and a new "power couple" over everything we'd built. I died alone, my life dismissed by the media as a tragic "trainwreck," just a footnote in his triumphant story. How could Liam Thorne, the boy who once held my hand and vowed "forever," so casually dismiss me as "unstable" while building his empire on my shattered dreams? Why was my truth buried with me, unheard, while his carefully crafted narrative reigned supreme? But now, my private journals—the raw, unfiltered record of every painful sacrifice, every calculated betrayal—have fallen into the hands of a fearless podcaster. The world is about to hear my voice, finally ready to uncover the shocking truth hidden beneath Liam Thorne's polished facade.
Contract Marriage With That Ruthless CEO

Contract Marriage With That Ruthless CEO

My life was a perfectly curated dream. Three years with Ethan, a diamond on my finger, and a wedding just a week away-timed perfectly with my family's groundbreaking AI launch that he was a key part of. I, Ava Riley, the brilliant architect, had given him everything-my heart, my connections, my family' s influence. Then, he walked into our penthouse, his face grim, and shattered it all. "It' s Chloe," he said, his ex-girlfriend. "Her mother is dying. Her last wish is to see Chloe get married. To me." My fiancé was going to marry his ex-girlfriend days before our wedding, and he told me with clinical detachment, as if discussing a logistical minor issue. He said it was "filial piety," just "a ceremony, a piece of paper." He expected me to accept this monstrous betrayal, to be "reasonable." My heart didn' t just break, it congealed into ice. I was not his partner; I was a business asset, a temporary stepping stone in his grand design. The humiliation thickened when he had the audacity to suggest using our pre-paid waterfront wedding venue for his impromptu ceremony with Chloe. And then, his true colors emerged. As I refused, his charm vanished, replaced by ugly entitlement, culminating in his fingers digging into my arm. "You have until Saturday to come to your senses," he snarled. "You can either accept this with grace, or you can fight it and lose everything." That physical threat, the raw intimidation, was the final severance. The man I loved was gone, if he ever existed. Only a calculating, abusive stranger remained. I wouldn' t be his victim, nor a footnote in his story. No, I would not cry. I would not scream. I calmly called my brother, Liam. "The wedding is still on for next Saturday," I stated. "Find me a different groom." There was only one man who could make a statement, someone Ethan feared, someone who held a grudge as deep as mine: Lucas Thorne, my family's fiercest rival, a ruthless tech mogul. My brother had one simple question: "Are you sure? He's ruthless." My answer was already forming: "So am I, now." I would play his game, but I would win.
A MISTRESS' AFFAIR

A MISTRESS' AFFAIR

Ever heard of a mistress living under the same roof as her lover and his wife? Meet Nirvana Ryan-a woman driven by vengeance. She had one goal: destroy Kaitlyn Moore, the privileged daughter of the powerful Moore family, who ruined her life. To do that, she became the secret lover of Derek Jules, an ambitious man using Kaitlyn to climb the corporate ladder. In the end, Nirvana would marry Derek and take her rightful place as Mrs. Jules. It was a simple plan-until she discovered everything was a lie. Betrayed and left for dead, Nirvana's life ended in a tragic accident. But fate wasn't done with her. Waking up in the past, before her downfall, she sees her second chance for what it is: a chance to burn Derek and Kaitlyn's world to the ground. This time, she'll be the one pulling the strings. There's just one problem-Severin Moore. A man lurking close in the shadows and sticking even closer in the light, both her greatest rival and relentless stalker. He decided she was his to protect before she even knew his name. Her own decisions? Irrelevant. He would do whatever it took to keep her within his boundaries of protection-even if it meant ruining or boosting her carefully laid plans. But Nirvana isn't the kind of woman who bends. Not for his lethal intelligence. Not for his dangerously sexy body. Not for the obsession that haunts her every night. She's playing her own game and she would make sure to get the revenge she crave.
The House-Husband Who Was Rex

The House-Husband Who Was Rex

I gave it all up. My reputation as "Rex," the undefeated legal titan of LA, my multi-billion dollar cases, the power, the respect. For three years, I was just Ethan Miller, Olivia Hayes's devoted husband, the "house-husband" who cooked, cleaned, and managed her life, hoping she'd finally truly see me. But her world revolved around Julian Vance, her celebrity ex-boyfriend. Every conversation, every decision, every raw emotion was for him. I thought I'd hit rock bottom when she casually bought me a new suit, only for me to realize it was a gift for Julian. Then, at Julian's lavish birthday party, he publicly confessed his "undying love" for Olivia. She cried, heartbroken, while I stood by, dismissed as her "support" and the punchline of a cruel joke. Not once did she defend me. I'd quietly driven myself to the ER after she fussed over Julian's tiny scratch instead of my bleeding, deeply cut hand. I'd listened to her colleagues pity me, calling me a "saint" for tolerating her obsession. But that night, seeing her openly weep for a man who wasn't her husband, after all I' d sacrificed… a freezing clarity washed over me. Why had I wasted three years? Why had I become invisible? How could I have been so blind? My foolish support had only enabled her toxic obsession. When I walked out of that party, I wasn't just leaving Olivia; I was burying Ethan Miller. Rex was coming back, and he was bringing hell with him. Olivia Hayes was about to learn the true cost of underestimating patience, and the man she so carelessly discarded.
Unwanted desire

Unwanted desire

I fell down on my bed. My body aches from practice. It's only four o'clock in the afternoon, it's shocking. Is this how Mommy suffered at HTS? If I only knew, I wouldn’t have bothered to join yet. I struggled to get up and picked up the phone on top of my side table. "Mother Martha," I began tiredly and she answered me with full concern. "Please. Can you just bring me some food up here. Even if you just order another maid. The pain is over. My body really, I can't really go down. All right, thank you. " I immediately removed my bra and stretched. Even maybe opening a social media account is boring to do. I've only been in training for two weeks but I'm tired, I don't want to. I closed my eyes, waking up, tired and tired. I was startled by a noise coming from a cell phone, as if a gunshot had been fired. I seem to have fallen asleep tired. I turned to the person next to me and focused my eyes on his cellphone. My vision was blurred but it didn’t take long and I saw who was next to me. "Calyx!" I slapped him with a lampshade. "Hey! Don't! ” he blocked her face with his arm and immediately left my bed. "Why are you here? And ... And it's still here in my bed! " "I don't know about you. I just delivered your food and then you took advantage of my weakness," she replied and threw my bra on my bed, apparently hanging from her hair. Immediately warmed my face to what he did. I know there was no malice in what he did but I couldn't help but be ashamed. In the crowd, why Calyx yet? "The thickness of your face! Get out of here!" I repel while averting my eyes. "Why are you the one who delivered?" "I volunteered," he answered simply so I turned to him. “I would like to talk to you. I would have woken you up just because you are sound asleep so I would have planned, just wait for you to wake up. ” "So who gave you the right to sit on my bed?" I raise my eyebrow. ” “I am not comfortable on the floor. ” "The thickness of your face, get out!" I rock him a pillow. He also left my room immediately. I just wiped my face. We are now facing each other in the living room as he rubs the lump on his forehead that was hit by the lampshade I hit. "I didn't invite you," he complained. "Don't play the victim. Anyone who sees our position before will think it's ugly." "Ja, you're the one who hugged the two of us. Why are you still angry? Shouldn't I? I feel like I took the wrong course, I should be a politician so I can pass a law that also aims to protect men from your women . " I was amazed at his reasoning. I don’t know if he has a saltik or what. I closed my eyes tightly and whispered to him. "Hey. Calyx Napoleon Tan De Jesus, let's be clear. If you don't want to marry me, make sure no one knows what happened." "You're beautiful. It's not bad to marry you," he smiled mischievously and raised his eyebrows so I threw the magazine at him. I was even more annoyed when he laughed out loud. "Get out of here!" I hit the magazine. "Ja, let's talk," he laughed at my blows. "Let's talk about the two of us— ouch!" he rubbed his forehead and quickly sat down next to me. "What's ours? There is no U.S!" I stomped on him. I sighed as he pulled my two legs closer to him, causing me to lie down on the sofa. He put one arm around my head and brought his face close to mine. I couldn't breathe or even move when our noses came together. I stared into his eyes moving my eyes and my lips. I sighed again when his finger stuck to my forehead as he parted my hair. I closed my eyes tightly and slapped him so he moved away from me. I immediately stood up and walked away from him. I felt my blood boil when I saw him smiling while holding his blushing cheek. "Strength," he said, shaking his head and smiling at me. “But Ja, didn't you crush me then. I was just wondering, why? "Calyx growled. "Can I have Calyx. It's a memory I want to forget," I replied angrily and he laughed. I was about to stone him with the magazine when I heard the doorbell ring. Our assistant hurried to the gate to open the door for the visitor. I focused my eyes on the door of the house. "Are you expecting someone?" he asked in front and lay down on the couch. "It's none of your business. Can you just leave first because it's embarrassing for the visitor. ” "Wow! Heavy! ” he applauded. I turned angrily to the man who was just staring at me. He immediately ‘kissed me. "Fuckboy," I whispered. “Hey, that hurts. You are a judge. ” "Truth hurts, Calyx," I smiled sarcastically. "Ms. Jayesa," the maid approached me. "She's supposed to be your visitor. Keshaun Medrano. Shall I let her in?" “Keshaun? That’s a boy’s name, and you’re still a guest? Are you misleading? ” Calyx stood up and got serious. “What are you doing? You also said, I'm beautiful, ”I replied. I looked back at the maid and ordered him to let Keshaun in. "Jayesa, I know you're 18 but you're still a baby in our brother's eyes." "Why are you interfering?" "I'm just concerned." "Concern? Stop me," I
The Heiress He Threw Away

The Heiress He Threw Away

For five years, I poured my life, my talent, and my unpaid labor into building Ryan Blakely' s dream. I was his graphic designer, his strategist, his every support, believing our shared struggle would culminate in a shared future. Then, live on a pixelated stream, bathed in the glow of his multi-million dollar success, he smiled, that brilliant, camera-ready smile. "I'd like to announce my engagement to the brilliant and beautiful Stella Lawrence." The name hit me like a physical blow. But he wasn't done. He then publicly dismissed me as a "clout-chasing groupie," "good for the struggle, but not for the high life." My world went silent. After everything, he called me trash, then marked me one last time before discarding me with a morning-after pill. The next day, his new fiancée, Stella, called me a "charity case." When I dared speak back, Ryan stormed over, slapped me, and then abandoned me as thugs, hired by Stella, stabbed me in an alley. How could the man I loved, the man I gave everything to, not only humiliate and betray me, but physically harm me and leave me to die? Was our entire five years a lie, or was there something more sinister at play? Just as I lost all hope, a powerful hand shoved Ryan aside. My protector, Andrew Scott, stood over me, instantly revealing my true identity: Gabrielle Fuller, heiress to a tech empire. Now, it was time for Ryan to face the real world he had so carelessly discarded.
A Marriage Built On Lies

A Marriage Built On Lies

I thought marrying Noah Harrison was my fairytale. He gave up everything for me – his family, his fortune. He said, "You're all that matters." Then his older brother died, and Noah became the sole heir. His family dragged him back, and I watched as he was molded into a stranger. A stranger whose intimacy was now shared with his widowed sister-in-law, Olivia, in the library, whispers of an heir filling the air. His mother, Mrs. Harrison, began my "training," each lesson a cut, reminding me of my "humble origins." When I found myself pregnant, a secret joy amidst the cruelty, I thought it would save us. I was so wrong. I overheard Mrs. Harrison whisper, "A child from her would be a stain on the family line. We must handle it." After a forced cup of tea, I miscarried violently in a cold hospital room. Then, a chilling clarity broke through my medicated haze. I heard the doctors, talking to Noah outside my room. "A hysterectomy is the only way to prevent future complications." Noah' s voice was firm, "Do it. Whatever it takes to protect her." I believed him. But then I found his locked journal. The pages laid out a truth colder than ice: the miscarriage was orchestrated, the surgery was not to save my life, but to ensure I could never bear a child, never challenge Olivia's secret pregnancy. He had ordered the removal of my uterus to secure his inheritance, to keep me a barren, placid wife. The man who sacrificed everything for me had sacrificed me for everything. The naive girl was gone. Now, only escape remained. I would fake my own death, and it would be spectacular.