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My Fiancé Married Me To My Rival
rabbit At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out.
When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage.
I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was.
He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt.
"You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon."
I froze, thinking he was joking too.
My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love.
Eventually, I was about to marry Liam.
But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go." The 100-Point Divorce Plan
Gavin For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave.
The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for.
In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in.
"Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer."
His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient.
"I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now."
He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure. My Fiancé's Secret: A Wedding Day Betrayal
Gavin On the morning of my wedding, I found a voice memo my fiancé of seven years had saved from his 22-year-old intern.
But I still walked down the aisle, secretly pregnant with our child. Then, as we stood at the altar, she faked a faint.
Blake dropped my hand and ran to her, leaving me alone.
He called my heartbreak a "tantrum" while making his special tea-the one I taught him-for her in our apartment. He was certain our baby was his safety net, a guarantee I' d never leave.
"She's not going to do anything," he told his mother on the phone while I was at the clinic. "Just let her blow off some steam."
He thought my pain was a game and our baby was a bargaining chip.
He was wrong. He found me in the recovery room, striding in with a cocky smile and a bouquet of lilies. The smile died when he saw me, pale in the hospital bed, and the flowers slipped from his grasp as he finally understood what I had done. Divorced Barren Mother Gives Birth To Six Babies
Author Feathers Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary.
When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan.
Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city.
She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club.
Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them. Married to the man behind the camera
Happygirl Zoey Patel has spent her life on Hollywood's sidelines writing scripts no one reads while working odd jobs to keep her father's failing film studio alive. Her dreams of success are fading... until Liam Blackwood walks in.
Liam the cold, commanding billionaire producer everyone fears. A man with steel-gray eyes, a ruthless reputation, and a broken heart buried under scandal. His latest film is drowning in bad press, and his board gives him an ultimatum: fix your image or lose your empire.
His solution? Marry an ordinary woman who can make the world see him as human again.
His choice? Zoey.
The terms are clear-six months, fake smiles, and no real feelings. She gets the money to save her father's studio. He saves his career. Easy.
Until the cameras start following them everywhere. Until his ex, Cassandra Voss, whispers poison in Zoey's ear. Until the man who swore he didn't believe in love starts touching her like he means it. Protecting her like she's his. Kissing her like the marriage isn't fake at all.
But in Hollywood, secrets never stay buried. When their contract leaks, Zoey becomes the target of a brutal media storm. Betrayed and humiliated, she walks away, convinced every kiss was a lie.
Liam Blackwood doesn't beg. He doesn't chase. But for Zoey, he'll do both. He'll risk his fortune, destroy his enemies, and shatter every wall he's built just to prove their love was real all along.
In a city where every smile is scripted and every heart is guarded, one truth remains
The most dangerous role they've ever played is falling in love.
From Neglected Wife To Empowered Heiress
Gavin For six years, my husband, Corbin, used his severe mysophobia as an excuse for why he could never touch me. I believed him, until I saw him tenderly caress another woman-his ex-girlfriend, Annis. When I was later left bleeding on the pavement after saving her life, he walked right past me to comfort her, his eyes filled with a fury I'd never seen.
He didn't ask if I was okay. He didn't call for help. He just looked at me with disgust and said, "My priority is you," to her, before walking away.
The final blow came when Annis smugly revealed the truth: Corbin only married me for my family's connections. He called our marriage a "contract."
I wasn't his wife; I was a business deal.
So, while he was distracted by Annis's "anxiety" in my hospital room, I had him sign a document he thought was a template for a friend. It was our divorce agreement. He's about to find out he's not just single-he's also broke. Because I just gave away every last cent of the fortune he gave me to win me back.