Live Twice, Love Once

The Price of Unwanted Love

I fell in love with Michael, my adoptive uncle, after he took me in following my mother' s death and my father' s arrest. He was my entire world for a decade. Then, at my adoptive grandfather's funeral, paparazzi caught us, fabricating an illicit affair that drove my godmother, Linda, to suicide. To "atone," Michael married me, turning our home into a gilded cage. By day, I copied scriptures; by night, I was a nameless body in darkness. He forced eighteen abortions, the last nearly killing me. His voice, cold as ice, dismissed my dying plea for our baby. He hated me. He blamed me for Linda' s death, and I, in my final moments, believed him. It was all my fault. I woke up. It was the day of my adoptive grandfather' s funeral again. Not this time. This time, I wouldn' t be his hindrance, or the cause of his true love' s demise. I would ensure Linda and Michael had their happy ending, even if it meant my own ruin.

Love, Lies, and a Platinum Card

Olivia Clark, an art student, found paint a permanent part of her life, just like her love for Liam Harrison, a charming musician she believed was from modest means. She scrimped and saved every penny from multiple odd jobs, not for herself, but to buy him an expensive artificial cochlear implant for his supposed congenital hearing loss. Their love bloomed in a secret, dusty studio, a world known only to them. But one night, while working a dishwashing shift, Olivia saw Liam flashing a platinum credit card, buying drinks for friends-a bill easily topping six figures. Then, from an adjacent room, she overheard a conversation that shattered her world: Liam was no struggling musician but a billionaire heir, using her as a pawn in a cruel game to make her wealthy friend Chloe jealous. The man she loved, the man for whom she sacrificed everything, was merely playing her. The words, crude and mocking, hit her like a physical blow. They spoke of her as a "cheap piece of trash," a disposable "maid." Liam, silent, let them tear her down. Her hand, cut and bleeding, became a stark reflection of her internal wounds. The truth, once a blinding light, now felt like a draining life force. How could she have been so blind? How could the man who whispered promises of marriage and a good life be so utterly heartless? Had his "love" always been a performance, a twisted game? The realization that he had seen her as nothing more than an insignificant extra, a freebie in his pursuit of Chloe, left her with a chilling emptiness. With a newfound resolve, Olivia pulled out her phone. "I've made up my mind," she told her academic advisor, her voice firm. "I'm going to Europe." She was leaving, not just a place, but a past built on lies, ready to forge a new future, free from his deception.

The Day The Elevator Broke

The elevator jolted, groaned, and then stopped. My breath hitched as the lights flickered and died, plunging me into absolute darkness and the icy grip of claustrophobia. Frantic, I called my husband, David, for help, certain he' d be my rescuer. Instead, his voice, impatient and dismissive, carried the faint sound of music and a woman' s laughter – Ashley, his young assistant. "Look, Sarah, I can' t right now," he said, explaining he was taking Ashley, who was faking a cold, to get medicine. He chose his assistant over his wife, gasping for air and pleading for help. Then he hung up. When I finally escaped the elevator an hour later, something broke inside me, but it wasn't my spirit. That night, I watched him from the doorway, listening as he mocked me to his friends, assuring them I was dependent and would "come around." The next day, a photo of him and Ashley, radiating false happiness, appeared on his social media, captioned, "So grateful for my ray of sunshine." My colleagues whispered, friends called, but there was no anger, only a profound sense of release. He saw me as pathetic and dependent, a puzzle he'd already solved, but he was wrong. I packed my bags, every folded shirt a step away from him, and called the one person who still saw me as Sarah-bug. "Can I come home?" I asked, tears of relief finally falling.

The Scarf That Broke Us

"Let' s get a divorce, Victoria." It was our fifth wedding anniversary, and for the ninety-ninth time, I heard those flat, bored words from my wife, Victoria, as she dismissed me for real estate analytics on her tablet. But then, she lowered the tablet, her beautiful, cold face mocking me: "Besides, I can' t leave you right now. I' ve been poisoned." She claimed a "love charm" from Thailand made her obsessed with her assistant, Ryan, who was the only one who could "cure" her. She then presented me with an absurdly expensive watch for our anniversary, a symbol of "loyalty," before calmly asking me to move out so Ryan could move in for his "treatment." Then, I saw it: my late mother' s cherished cashmere scarf, a symbol of my last tender memory, wrapped smugly around Ryan' s neck. It was the final cut, twisting the knife in a wound I thought was numb. "No," I said, the word startling even myself. I walked into a gleaming skyscraper, ready to resign, only to be told Victoria' s signature was required. She made me kneel in a crowded, high-end restaurant, forcing me to publicly declare I wasn' t good enough for her, just to sign my resignation. I did it. I walked out feeling nothing but a grim sense of victory, clutching the signed paper. Then, the world shattered when news reports surfaced, not from my new life, but of her erratic behavior, even assaulting someone who spoke ill of me. My phone rang, "Northwood Police Department." Victoria had filed a missing person' s report. She had found me. "She' s on her way to your office now, sir," the officer said, "We' re sending a car over as a precaution, just to keep the peace." My new life, so carefully built, was crumbling before my eyes because Victoria couldn' t stand to lose control. What would I do?

The Blacklisted Boyfriend

The sharp sound of a key in my own front door jolted me awake on Thanksgiving night. It wasn't my key, and it certainly wasn't my hand. My boyfriend Matthew' s mother burst in, unleashing a tirade about me not cooking Thanksgiving dinner, followed by Matthew himself, reeking of alcohol. Instead of intervening, Matthew demanded an apology from me, then shockingly slapped me across the face. He proceeded to violently drag me by my hair, throwing me out of my own apartment and deadbolting the door. When the police arrived, Matthew and his mother effortlessly played the victims, painting me as an unstable, dramatic girlfriend. He then cornered me, his face inches from mine, threatening to ruin my career if I dared to show the security footage of his abuse. The officers, buying their act hook, line, and sinker, dismissed it as a "family dispute," leaving me alone, violated, and trapped with my abusers while they smirked in victory. Bruised, humiliated, and utterly betrayed, trapped in my apartment with the very man who just assaulted me, I knew I had to escape this nightmare. That' s when I decided, the moment I get out, I would call the only person who could truly help me: my father, Harrison Johns.

When Family Betrays: A Scholarship Stolen

Sarah Miller, a struggling widow in a dying Rust Belt town, clung to one fragile hope: her brilliant daughter Lily's full-ride STEM scholarship to Caltech. It was their ticket out, a future her late war hero husband, David, would have wanted. Then, David' s seemingly helpful brother, Rich-a man Sarah always mistrusted-offered to "streamline" Lily' s scholarship application process. But instead of the acceptance Lily deserved, a thin rejection letter arrived, quickly followed by a public announcement: Rich' s academically mediocre stepson, Chad, had won the exact same prestigious scholarship. When Sarah confronted Rich at his lavish party, he sneered, publicly shaming Lily and accusing Sarah of seeking handouts. In a vile display, he snatched David's revered Distinguished Service Cross, flinging it to the ground where it shattered, scattering the emblems of her husband's ultimate sacrifice like garbage. As Chad mocked Lily with his acceptance letter, Sarah' s grief turned to a cold, burning rage. This wasn't just about a stolen scholarship; it was a desecration, a profound insult to David' s honor and Lily' s future. How could family betray them so cruelly? Then, a forgotten memory resurfaced: David' s words, "If you ever face an injustice so great, contact General Peterson. He' ll remember me. He' ll help." Clutching David's broken medals, Sarah told Lily, "Pack a bag. We' re going to Washington." Their fight for justice had just begun.

My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her

My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son. Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack. The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't. Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm. She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more. A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna. He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable. Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences?

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

THE BILLIONAIRE'S REGRET, CHASING AFTER ME

After the divorce, she became the dream woman everyone longed for. James Ferguson saved Zelda Liamson and always did whatever she asked, making sure she had everything she could ever want. Zelda thought it was true love. After five years of marriage, she realized she was nothing more than his favourite pet, while he was her whole world. Then, the woman James truly loved came back, and Zelda demanded a divorce. James mocked her, saying, " You can't survive without me. What will you do without the Ferguson's name? " But Zelda did run away and never looked back, receiving marriage proposals every day. James lost his mind and returned, begging Zelda, "Please, come back to me. Give me another chance." His eyes were full of love and desperation.

Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: You Can't Afford Me Now

The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."

Burned By Him, Reborn A Star

The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack." Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard. The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn. "Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress.

Passion Unleashed: Carrying The President's Child

After a one-night stand with a stranger, Roselyn woke up to find only a bank card without a PIN number. Still in a daze, she was detained on charges of theft. Just as the handcuffs were about to close, the mysterious man reappeared, holding her pregnancy report. "You're pregnant with my child," he said coldly. Shocked, Roselyn was whisked away in a helicopter to the presidential palace, where she learned the truth: the man from that night was none other than the country's most powerful and influential leader!