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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."Hot.
That was Ethan Hunt's first sensation when he woke up.
Irritated, he tugged at his tie, already loosened, and sat up groggily, swaying a bit as he made his way toward the door.
He needed water.
As he fumbled for the doorknob and pulled the door open, he squinted and saw the faint outline of someone near the stairs.
A woman.
"Get me some water," he muttered, assuming it was just one of the maids.
"Uh-okay."
Emma Grace had only come downstairs for some water herself. She hadn't expected the bedroom door beside her to open, and seeing Ethan's handsome face caught her completely off guard, her heart racing.
They'd been married for a year now, and this was the first time he'd ever spoken to her with even the slightest trace of softness.
She hurried to the kitchen and quickly returned with a glass of warm water, only to find he'd gone back into the room, sprawled out on the bed like he didn't have a care in the world.
"...Ethan?"
The room was dim. Emma placed the glass on the nightstand, reaching for the lamp switch as she softly called out to him.
The click of the lamp echoed, and a warm, yellow glow filled the space.
"Mmm-"
Ethan's head was spinning, his mind fuzzy, but he vaguely heard someone whispering his name.
When he forced his eyes open, the first thing he saw was a woman, bathed in soft light, standing near the bed in an ivory nightdress.
In that split second, her worried gaze blurred into another face from his memories, one that smiled like sunshine.
"Lily..." he whispered almost soundlessly. Then, without warning, he reached out and pulled her in.
"Ah-" Emma gasped, not expecting to be yanked down just for calling his name. Before she could react, she was already lying on top of him.
"Ethan... Ethan, wake up-"
Her voice trembled. This was the closest she'd ever been to him, and she could hear his heartbeat, loud and steady.
She tried to move away, but his arm tightened around her waist, his other hand cradling the back of her head.
"Ngh..." Eyes wide with disbelief, Emma stared at his closed eyes, realizing he wasn't fully awake... but she stopped resisting.
She'd loved him for so long.
Her slender arms reached around his neck. From a distance, the two of them looked like a pair of swans gracefully entwined.
Feeling her respond, Ethan's large hand moved down. The thin fabric of her nightgown tore like paper under his touch-gentle yet burning.
Emma wasn't sure how to feel. This hadn't felt like him at first, but even now, even in this confusing moment, as long as it was him holding her... that was enough.
Her dark eyes sparkled with a quiet joy.
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Late Love: Winning Back the Runaway Wife
Emma Grace has loved Ethan Hunt for as long as she can remember. As his wife, she gave him her heart, but all he ever gave her was cold indifference. When she was nearly assaulted and he turned a blind eye, too consumed by his lingering feelings for his first love, Emma finally broke. She let go of/0/43797/coverorgin.jpg?v=1e22b3963c4e81c8684ce6493e8823d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Comes Late
In order to fulfill her grandfather's last wish, Stella entered into a hasty marriage with an ordinary man she had never met before. However, even after becoming husband and wife on paper, they each led separate lives, barely crossing paths. A year later, Stella returned to Seamarsh City, hoping/0/24139/coverorgin.jpg?v=f64030d947de1fa798bf156c495775db&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Late I Love You
Akishara Shane Pershey Santiago Adejar, a.k.a. ‘‘Pershey Adejar’’, is a wealthy and famous model slash influencer student at the University de Forde. The son of the university's owner is Neil Samson, the man Pershey fantasizes about every single day. Back then, they all called her "weird", a "nerd"/0/62823/coverorgin.jpg?v=849b62e9c95f00836cfcf59abc1d0e5a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late to Love You
He firmly believed that she killed his beloved woman and sent her to jail in his own hands, destroying all her love for him. After years of torture and pain, he was not the sunshine of her world but the Satan of hell. When she got out of the prison, he again imprisoned her in his hell like world./0/84500/coverorgin.jpg?v=35d2dc8af5f1073a91734ed77bb1f9e8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Your Love
I was a time traveler, driven by love to 1972, spending five years as a shadow to folk singer Nathaniel Hughes, crafting his career and believing I was finally winning his heart. But that dream shattered the night before our wedding when, in a moment of chaos, Nathaniel brutally shoved me aside to/0/97553/coverorgin.jpg?v=e76dd5598a57392d5d08a0cccca63e52&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For His Love
I was the genius who built my husband Blake' s billion-dollar empire. For ten years, I was his secret weapon, the ghost in the machine who wrote the code that made him a king. But when he fell for his doe-eyed intern, Cassidy, the man I loved became a monster. He threatened to throw our five-year-/0/75331/coverorgin.jpg?v=d8586e0c4b08b166bcf34bdbc383e4df&imageMogr2/format/webp)
TO LATE TO LOVE ME
Too Late to Love Me A Dark Emotional Mafia Romance Evelyn Laurent gave up everything for love. Her dreams. Her body. Her voice. For seven years, she was the perfect wife - silent, loyal, invisible. Until the man she married invited his first love into their home... and asked for an open marriage. No/0/50195/coverorgin.jpg?v=f625cc014b4810b3e4d3f8cd499adbf7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Never too late to love
Milo Pérez and Manuel López spent their university lives in casual relationships for various reasons. Although their personalities contrast strongly, the two are very good friends. However, when they are both finishing their studies, they meet two boys who lead them through feelings they have never/0/84052/coverorgin.jpg?v=e4e780aec8bf396087ac8957f7f4f0ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Love, Too Late For Life
For ten years, Andrew Scott – Drew – was my world. He was my protector, my father' s best friend, who' d raised me after my world shattered. My adoration for him, though, morphed into a love he brutally rejected, sending me away like a problem to be solved. To prove I was more than his ward, I volu/0/80941/coverorgin.jpg?v=8dc7597f7fc223a7783ce2527b2b89cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For "I Love You"
My career as a restorative artist thrived, a perfect mask for the gaping hole my estranged mother left. For years, I'd demonized Eleanor, especially after my father's tragic death, blaming her for everything. So, when a Jane Doe, brutally disfigured, landed on my marble slab, it was just another c/0/82366/coverorgin.jpg?v=9ec204872650539fad291e5f9d8c1b72&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Forgiveness, My Love
Elara Vance was ready to do anything for her husband, Ethan. Pregnant but determined, she was on the verge of inducing labor early to donate her kidney-a sacrifice she believed would save his life and secure their family's future. Still hazy from anesthesia, a chilling conversation pierced through/0/95555/coverorgin.jpg?v=2fb0058051a1fb796f0f44b6cc4b0834&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha, Your Love Came Too Late
When the pack was attacked, chaos erupted. Bran's favorite girl abandoned him, fleeing like the others, leaving him broken and alone. I stayed. With my suitcase in hand, I chose him over my own safety, nursing him back to strength while the pack crumbled around us. Three years passed. I endured his/1/100493/coverorgin.jpg?v=287b6ec994517136f227fe44256d6dac&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Regret, My Love
My fiancé Brett and I were building a design empire. When he broke his leg, he hired a temporary housekeeper, Glenda, while I was away on business. I thought she was there to help; I didn't realize she was there to replace me. She systematically took over my home, turning Brett against me piece by/0/93964/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c32ee5a5ac33a7f88c747f1d102b76f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Alpha's Regret: Too Late to Love Me
It took me five years after my son was born to finally realize the truth-he never loved us. To end this painful marriage, I decided to take my son and leave. But fate played a cruel trick on us. During a rogue attack, I lost my wolf spirit, and my son lost an eye. Just as I was drowning in despair,/0/99338/coverorgin.jpg?v=db02cbf349e209b22240fee33da38a74&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late to Love Me Now
My father, a rising star in a crime family, decided to leave my mother. During the divorce, he asked me to choose who to live with. For the sake of my future, I chose him, the man who had money and power, over my penniless mother. My choice broke her heart. "He has money, Mom. You don't. I don't w/0/72513/coverorgin.jpg?v=ffdbacf59868e6ccc67985fcdb4d6f47&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Billionaire's Regret, Too Late!
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who sh/0/80709/coverorgin.jpg?v=a5b1014f1f07ee28e2f31ad01a32b236&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mark Olsen
I sacrificed a dream career in Silicon Valley and moved halfway across the country, all to build a life with Mark, the man I loved. But then, an Instagram post shattered my world: Mark, arm around a blonde I didn’t know, captioned “Celebrating my new role with the amazing Chloe Vanderbilt!” When I c/0/80725/coverorgin.jpg?v=ed58483ae27f9654eb0f5222781002aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Thorne
For ten years, I was Sarah, the billionaire tech mogul Alex Thorne’s secret girlfriend, a ghost hidden away while he built his empire. I toiled in his marketing department, hoping one day he'd make us public. But then my father, my only family, was dying, needing a treatment I couldn’t afford. Alex/0/86851/coverorgin.jpg?v=6e2f2a9f46d340ddab78c9816b00601f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late For Sorry
The news broke on a Tuesday. Olivia Reynolds, a celebrated artist, found herself targeted by a major art blog accusing her of blatant plagiarism. Her acclaimed piece, "Urban Echo," was displayed side-by-side with similar works by an unknown European artist, igniting a war zone of online comments de/0/81252/coverorgin.jpg?v=baa6de7ba7915a381c4a9a4e6066d5de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
