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I died once, rotting away for seven years in the darkness of a basement, only to be reborn on the night I destroyed everyone's lives — but why is my stepbrother Maxwell, who should hate me to his core, looking at me with increasingly dangerous eyes?

In my past life, his hatred ran so deep he locked me away for seven years. In this life, I'm desperately trying to avoid him, to help him reconcile with Helen — so why does he keep finding excuses to get closer to me?

Eight years in that basement, and I can still smell the mold. Eight years of chains, beatings, and guards who treated me like an animal. The only kindness came from Damian—slipping me bread crusts and whispering, "Hang in there, Grace. I've got you."
I shot him when I escaped. Left him bleeding on that concrete floor without a backward glance. I had to. I was finally free, finally Grace again instead of just another lab rat. I had my Harvard acceptance letter and a future that was mine.
Except it wasn't. My stepsister somehow got hold of my test scores, my achievements, my entire identity. Suddenly, she was the genius heading to Harvard while my parents beamed with pride. "We're so proud of you, sweetheart."
And standing right beside her? Damian. Clean-cut now, designer clothes, playing the perfect "Yale golden boy." But those eyes—I'd know them anywhere. They weren't the dull gray of our captivity anymore. They were sharp, calculating, and fixed right on me.
He'd found me. After everything I'd done to escape him, to escape that life—he was here. The question was: had he come for revenge, or to drag me back into a cage where he was the only key?

When that drunk rich boy pointed at me in the bar and said "I like her," I was just a waitress serving champagne.

The next day, he showed up at the library offering me $800,000 to be his fake girlfriend, until his first love came back from Paris.

I needed the money to save my mother's life. He needed someone to play pretend. It was just a transaction.

But why didn't Tristan follow the script?

He raced a motorcycle for me and won, and when sunlight hit his messy hair and he smiled at me—

I knew I was done for.

Then I couldn't help it anymore, I kissed his cheek and ran away. The next day, I found out his first love had come back.

I was supposed to become someone else's wife today.

Standing at the altar, facing my gentle fiancé, I struggled to say "I do" without meaning it. For three years, I had been trying to forget the one who would never come back—my first love, Shawn Mitchell.

The military said he died in combat. I cried until I had no tears left, and even learned to start over.

Until halfway through the wedding ceremony, I saw that familiar silhouette.

"That's Shawn! I'm certain that's Shawn!" I screamed frantically to my friend.

"Serena, honey," Brianna looked at me with concern, "maybe the wedding stress made you hallucinate..."

"It's not a hallucination!"

So I did the craziest thing of my life—in front of all the guests, wearing a blood-stained wedding dress, I chased him out of the church. I had to find the truth, even if it cost me everything.

They say some secrets are meant to stay buried.

I used to believe that too—until Roman Aldridge walked back into my life fifteen years later, no longer the broken thirteen-year-old boy I once held through his darkest nights, but a devastatingly handsome man who looked at me like I was his salvation and his damnation all at once.

"I've never stopped loving you, Vivian."

Those seven words shattered the carefully constructed walls I'd built around my heart. Because the truth? I'd never stopped loving him either.

Fifteen years ago, I was his dead mother's replacement—a twenty-three-year-old political advisor tasked with caring for a grieving child. I held him when he cried, watched him grow, and somewhere along the way, developed feelings that terrified me so much I fled Seattle like my life depended on it.

Now I'm back. Divorced, desperate, and apparently still weak enough to melt under those same dark eyes that once looked at me with innocent adoration but now burn with a man's desire.

The scandal writes itself: Governor Candidate's Son Seduces Former Caregiver. Or is it the other way around? Does it matter when the entire world thinks you're a predator who groomed the boy you were supposed to protect?

Roman doesn't care about the headlines. He doesn't care that loving me could destroy his political future, his relationship with his father, everything he's worked for. He says he'd rather burn the whole world down than live without me.

The problem is, I believe him.

And God help me, I think I might let him.

Because sometimes, the most forbidden love is the only one worth fighting for.

Even if it means that a woman falls in love with the child she once nurtured.

I'm crouched on this fucking balcony clutching a pregnancy test, hands shaking like a leaf—two blazing red lines staring me in the face. I was such a goddamn fool thinking I'd tell Remy about our baby tonight. What a sick joke!
The banquet hall's roaring below and there's that bastard on stage, arm wrapped around Olivia, shouting "This winery has NO future without her!" Each word slams into me like a sledgehammer. TEN FUCKING YEARS! When he was drowning in debt, I sold every piece of Mom's jewelry to save his ass!
Then the son of a bitch hurls a box of abortion pills at me like I'm garbage: "Kill it, or Olivia's daddy pulls his money."
I'm glaring at that box and it hits me—ten years of my life pissed away on this piece of shit, and now even the innocent baby growing inside me is worth less than his blood money! I gave him everything and he's ready to murder our child for a fucking check!

Three years ago, that gentle boy reading in the library made my heart skip a beat for the very first time.

A year later, I thought I'd found him—Tristan, student council president, the most dazzling golden boy on campus.

Everyone envied me for having the perfect boyfriend.

Until I awakened my mind-reading ability and heard their truest thoughts...

"This stupid girl actually thinks I love her? She's just a tool to me."—Tristan's inner voice, cold as a blade.

"Three years... watching her fall for my face while calling out his name..."—Felix's heartbreak shattered me instantly.

The man I'd loved for three years was never Tristan at all.

I loved his silent twin brother, Felix.

And that gentle boy in the library? It had always been him.

But when I tried to fix this mistake, all hell broke loose:

Tristan would never let go of his favorite "toy."
Childhood friend Celeste suddenly dropped her mask—she wanted Felix too.
Felix, consumed by guilt, wanted to sacrifice himself for his brother and me.

As the Helix-7 virus devours our world, its 95% mortality rate suffocates me. Being the chief geneticist hasn't spared me from the crushing weight of desperation—I was inches from breaking until that blood-tinged howl echoed through the forest. There, I stumbled upon a black wolf standing four feet at the shoulder, its blood tests revealing something impossible: 100% immunity.

Then before my eyes, the wolf transformed into a naked youth, his amber eyes gazing at me with disarming innocence. I brought him back as Test Subject A-001, spending sleepless nights monitoring him, patiently teaching him, believing I'd captured humanity's salvation.

Only when his fingers tightened around my wrist and his now-deepened voice whispered, "I only want you," did the terrible truth dawn on me: had I been nurturing hope for mankind—or merely raising a predator with unfathomable patience?

My name is Emily, and at 25, I stood on the church bell tower in my white wedding dress, looking down at the horrified crowd below.

Everyone thought I'd lost my mind, including my stepbrother David who was about to become my husband. But only I knew this was the most lucid moment I'd had in ten years.

Ten years ago, when I was 15, David deliberately pushed me down the stairs, shattering my left leg and leaving me permanently disabled. Everyone called it an "accident." Everyone said I should "forgive." Everyone said David was good to me.

My best friend Sarah was the only person who truly loved and protected me. But on that stormy night, she died in a car crash trying to save me.

Now it was my turn. I was going to show the whole town David's true face, make everyone who protected him pay the price.

The wedding was being broadcast live, the entire town watching. When I played that surveillance footage from ten years ago, David's carefully crafted mask finally shattered.

"David, did I really disgust you that much? So much that you had to love me this way?"

The wind screamed around me as I heard Sarah calling for me.

This blood wedding would be my perfect revenge...

In the moment flames consumed her, Maya heard the cruelest truth—she had been betrayed by the one she loved most, sacrificed for an insurance fraud scheme.

Death was not the end.

Reborn seven days before her murder, Maya gets a second chance to change everything. Yet nothing prepares her for the shocking discovery: Connor, the brother she'd rejected and abandoned, has been her guardian all along—watching, controlling, protecting her with an obsession that borders on madness.

This isn't twisted control. This is love born from hell itself.

They say unrequited love hurts the most.

They have no idea.

Ten years. Ten years of stealing glances at Caspian Brooks across training pools, memorizing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, treasuring every casual touch like it was made of gold. Ten years of pretending friendship was enough while my heart bled every time he looked through me like I was invisible.

I thought if I was good enough, fast enough, loyal enough—maybe he'd see me. Really see me.

Then she walked in.

Anastasia Nova. Blonde hair like spun silk, accent like velvet, presence that could command a room with a single breath. I watched my best friend—the boy I'd loved since I was eight years old—transform into a stranger the moment she said his name. Watched him light up for her in ways he never had for me.

Five minutes. It took her five minutes to unravel ten years of my foolish, desperate hope.

But heartbreak was just the beginning......

I thought the girl I met on the subway would become my best friend. For two years, we shared everything, shopping trips, late-night talks, I even took care of her when she was sick.

Until a pink-haired stranger recognized her outside a collectible shop.

"Oh my God, you're M, right? You and your boyfriend are literally the sweetest couple ever!"

Boyfriend? Madison was single.

I opened the account she mentioned, @our_little_world. 47.3K followers. Couple content everywhere. And that hand reaching into frame, that distinctive mole on the palm, I'd know it anywhere.

That was my husband's hand.

I thought saving a wounded wolf was just another day on the job. I didn’t know he was him—the Alpha of all Alphas, the most feared power in the werewolf world.

When I became pregnant with his heir, they called it a crime. They poisoned me, left me for dead, and thought they’d erased me from history.

But here’s the thing about me—I’m not the kind of woman who stays buried......

In the year I was scraping by, I impersonated my sister to care for her fiancé, who had lost his sight, all for half a million.The day his sight returned, I left without a word.Our next encounter was at a business interview.I was an obscure intern reporter.His status restored; he was the young executive poised to inherit the Xavier Luxury Group.Reporter asked him: "We've heard that during your illness, your fiancée Miss Zimmerman stayed faithfully by your side, and the wedding bells are soon to chime?"With the hint of a smile and a ring revealed on his hand, he said, "Yes, we’re about to get engaged."Yet his gaze, behind the spectacles, drifted unintentionally to me, secluded in a corner.

To save my brother's life, I agreed to become a pawn that would destroy him, staying in his mansion under the guise of a nurse. Yet, the daily closeness led me to falter. When my fingers trembled while sending confidential documents, I realized: I could either betray him for my own survival or protect him, plunging both my brother and myself into the abyss.

I died once, watching him leap to his death for me.

Reborn three years in the past, I decided to completely change the rules of the game.

"I'm going to marry Parker Ashford!" I declared publicly at his birthday party, ignoring everyone's shocked stares.

"You're insane? I'm a cripple..." He tried to push me away, but I wouldn't let him.

I climbed through his bathroom window, seeing him at his most vulnerable. "These scars are beautiful because they're part of you." I kissed his withered legs, feeling his body tremble.

"Don't look at me..." he begged through tears.

"Only I get to look, only I get to touch." I used a belt to bind him to his wheelchair. "You belong to me, Parker Ashford."

I was wearing my engagement dress, Tyler's diamond ring sparkling on my finger, accepting congratulations from everyone around me.

Until Sophie called, sobbing.

"Emma! Ryan collapsed coughing up blood!"

In that moment, my world came crashing down.

I abandoned a room full of guests, abandoned my fiancé Tyler, and rushed to the hospital like a madwoman. Tyler shouted my name behind me, his voice filled with desperation and fury.

"So when it really matters, you still choose him?"

Yes. Even though we share no blood, even though this love has been bound by social prejudice for 12 years, even though I'd already decided to marry Tyler—when Ryan's life was hanging in the balance, I still abandoned everything to run to him.

From moving into the Walsh house at 12, from falling for him at 15, from my drunken confession at 18 that he rejected—I've loved this man for 12 whole years. He's my stepbrother, my protector, and the one person I should never have fallen in love with...

One million dollars. Twelve months. One cold stranger of a CEO I don't love.

When I signed that fake marriage contract, all I wanted was to save my failing business. Adrian Blackwell was cold, distant, impossibly perfect—he needed a fake girlfriend to fool his grandfather, and I needed money. It was just a transaction. Nothing more.

But every night as I lie next to him, I clutch that blue and silver friendship bracelet—the one a boy named Ash gave me at summer camp ten years ago. He promised he'd find me. And I've never stopped searching for him.

The irony? I'm now asking Adrian's cousin Damian to help me find Ash. The bigger irony? I'm starting to fall for my fake husband. Every gentle good morning kiss, every time he remembers I take two sugars in my coffee, every flicker of pain in his eyes when he looks at me—it all reminds me this shouldn't feel fake.

Until one late night, I find the matching bracelet in his study...

"You're Ash?"

When the truth unravels, I realize the man I've fallen for is the first love I've been searching for all along. But why did he hide it? Why has Damian been lying? And when the media exposes our contract, when his grandfather's will becomes the stake in a billionaire family war—

What's real between us, and what's still just pretend?

He wiped out my whole family but turned me into the sharpest weapon. I fought off all his enemies and called him "Papa" for five years. Then he let another woman carry his "heirs." I took care of that unwanted child myself, leaning in and whispering, "See, I haven't forgotten what Papa taught me." Under the blood moon, my gun was already aimed at his heart.

I fell in love with my dead fiancé's face.

For two months, I believed Kieran had returned from the dead—scarred, memory-lost, but alive. I watched him fall for another woman, endured his cold rejections, and felt our mate bond remain forever severed.

Until I discovered the truth.

The man I'd been desperately trying to save wasn't Kieran at all. He was Declan Blackwood—Kieran's twin brother, the one who was supposed to be dead. The real Kieran was gone forever, murdered in a conspiracy that ran deeper than I ever imagined.

And the most fucked-up part?

The moment I learned who Declan really was......

I thought I was saving a homeless man. I had no idea I was falling in love with Wall Street's most dangerous player.

When I found Ryan digging through garbage, he couldn't use my washing machine or figure out the coffee maker—a perfect man who needed my care. But why did he speak French like a native? Why did expensive watches keep "accidentally" appearing in his belongings?

When my family business suddenly faced bankruptcy, he always showed up at the perfect moment with mysterious funds and flawless solutions. I started to suspect something, but it was too late—I was already deeply in love with this enigmatic man.

Until that night at New York's most luxurious engagement party, when the spotlight hit the stage: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome the second son of the Montgomery family—Ryan Montgomery!"

I stared at the stranger in a tuxedo on stage, that face I'd kissed countless times. He was the brother of Matthew Montgomery—the man I was supposed to marry!

Was it all calculated? Was my kindness just a pawn in their brothers' power game?

My head pounded like a war drum as I woke up in this alien world of opulence. A stranger thrust a spotless white wedding gown into my hands, murmuring, "You're marrying Alpha Lucas today."
Marrying? Who the hell was he? I was Sophia—a doctor, for God's sake—and my mind was a blank slate, no trace of him, no whisper of this so-called union.
Those piercing blue eyes of his? They never softened, not for me. He carried her photo in his pocket like a talisman, the woman they called Maya. I was just her shadow, wasn't I? A hollow replacement with no memories to call my own.
Three years in that frozen marriage chipped away at my soul, leaving me raw and unraveling, until I stumbled upon that glowing moonstone in the dusty basement, its blue light pulsing like a heartbeat.
I had to go back—to save the Maya he mourned, to steal just one real smile from him. But this desperate grab for redemption... was it all just my selfishness? Could it possibly end without shattering everything?

I'm Riley. Orphan. Motorcycle mechanic. And the biggest fool in Texas.

For ten years, I thought oil tycoon Colt loved me. His adopted daughter by day, his woman by night. I actually believed his whispered promises in the dark.

Then I watched him announce his engagement to someone else.

"Your father saved my life. You're my responsibility," he said when I confronted him. Like I was some charity case. Like everything between us meant nothing.

I was never his girlfriend. I was his guilt.

But here's the thing—I never asked to be anyone's debt.

So I'm packing my tools, starting my bike, and getting the hell out of here.

"I died once. I won't die twice."

My husband killed me. Me—his wife, his victim, his mistake. But I survived. This time, I'm not just a story. I'm the one writing it.

The system failed me. It protects monsters like him. But justice? That's mine to take.

Some women accept their fate. I'm rewriting mine.

I taught him how to love, and he used every lesson to win back another woman.

When I discovered Phoenix's time machine, I followed him eight months into the past—to a world where I never existed, where he looked at me like a stranger.

But in this twisted timeline, I found something impossible: Damian, alive and breathing, when in my world he'd already chosen death.

Now I'm trapped between saving the man I should love and the one I actually do, knowing that every choice could destroy innocent lives.

Because changing time isn't about second chances...

Six years of obsessive devotion to her Alpha, only to witness his wedding to another woman!

Raven had sacrificed everything for Asher, only to be completely abandoned at his most important moment. Even more cruelly, she was framed for harming his new Luna and exiled to the deadly borderlands.

With her heart turned to ash, she drank the Love-Erasing Potion without hesitation.

"If I can't have true love, then I'll sever these feelings completely."

Have you ever been treated like a stand-in for your dead sibling by your own mother? I have.

Have you ever been murdered by your own mother? I have.

My name is Aira, and today is my sister Lily's birthday. It's also the anniversary of my death—the day the washing machine became my coffin.

"Why couldn't it have been you who died?"

After four long years, my mom finally got her wish.

Paisley is the campus-recognized "Dating Queen," specializing in orchestrating perfect romances for her best friends—never failing. Until she encounters a mysterious rival—a love coach calling himself "TexasCoach," who's actually coaching her target crush on how to counter-flirt!

When the two matchmaking masters face off head-to-head, Paisley is shocked to discover that this legendary love guru is none other than every girl's campus dream guy—assistant football coach Bodhi Patel!

A collaboration to match their friends transforms them from fierce rivals into perfect partners. Sultry tension during laser tag, burning passion on their beach getaway—every collision sends hearts racing out of control.

When the queen who's best at charming others meets the coach who knows all her tricks, who will have the last laugh in this game of love?

He just got divorced and was invited to a wedding but then accidentally became the groom. She was a celebrity who got rejected on her wedding day and to cover up, she picks a random guy at the last minute. Her aim of getting married was to become the next emperor as she turns out to be the next successor of the royal house. But then would this marriage last a day when misunderstanding comes in? Mostly the fact that her groom still loves his ex-wife and wants to reunite with his child. It was left for her to either let him go or keep him for her selfish aims.

I'm Ivy Thorne, botanist specializing in toxic plants.

Before Alexander Hunt, I was the academic world's infamous "wild rose"—beautiful, dangerous, never staying for anyone. No relationship lasted longer than two months. That was my rule.

Until I barged into that ice-cold neurosurgeon's lab. I retracted all my thorns for him, gave up the rainforest project, wanted to settle down for the first time.

Five months later, at a charity gala, his ex-fiancée Olivia publicly fastened the Hunt family heirloom watch around his wrist. White roses, late-night calls, his cousin James's pointed words—"Some people are meant to be together."

I thought I saw the truth and fled back to the Amazon.

Six weeks later, a travel-worn James found me. It was all a misunderstanding.

When I saw him again, he was lying in a hospital bed, barely breathing.

Selene thought she'd found true love with Alexander Morrison. She was WRONG—she was just a stand-in for Jessa, the woman he really wanted.

When Alexander and his twin brother Adrian's yacht exploded in the Gulf of Mexico, Alexander came home with Adrian's ashes, claiming to BE Adrian. His goal? To steal Adrian's wife Jessa—the woman he'd always loved.

Selene knew instantly he was lying, but when she told everyone, no one believed her. Alexander called her "crazy from trauma" and locked her away in a mental facility. She was PREGNANT.

They drugged her daily. After she gave birth, Alexander told her the baby died. She broke completely.

Three years later, dying in that white hell, Selene heard Alexander's final confession:

"I always loved Jessa. Adrian just got to her first. YOU? You were just her replacement."

"The kid's alive. I gave him to Jessa. He calls her Mom now."

Selene died full of rage—then woke up reborn, back to the moment Alexander walked in with that urn.

This time, she'd expose his lies and make him PAY.

My husband and I've been married for three years, and he's been messing around with her the entire time.

Hugging and kissing her on set, whispering flirty lines in interviews.

Everyone online calls me a pathetic stand-in.

I never get mad. I just smile and help him smooth over every rumor.

That is, until I accidentally got pregnant and secretly had an abortion.

He was furious, his heart shattered, demanding to know why.

I cupped his face and said calmly: "Because I don't love you."

The one I truly love is his dead brother.

This story opens with a passage that is rarely used by other writers. Even though this story tells about a CEO, it does not necessarily depict a healthy CEO. perfect physique, and contracts that harm the woman. This story also provides another treat, where an ordinary woman is able to make a CEO fall in love with her.

All Logan has to do is to get the gold and get the girl. Easy, right? Travel photographer Winter Knowles and archeology professor Logan Spencer dislike each other at first sight. Stuck together into the wild, these two unwilling teammates will bicker and banter their way through a laugh-packed treasure hunt. After years of searching, a new mapping technology has given Logan a clue to the location of the legendary Lost City of Gold. A discovery that could make his career. So the last thing he needs on this life-changing expedition is for his team to get distracted by a pair of long legs. When Winter accepted the assignment on a tropical island she didn’t sign up for a brooding team leader who’d clearly prefer to run a boys-only club. Never one to back down from a challenge, Winter is ready to show him she’s no damsel in distress. But when a treasure like no other is uncovered and ruthless enemies will want to keep it for themselves, it’ll be up to the two of them to save the day. Left alone to fight in the jungle, they will soon discover their lives might not be the only thing at stake—their hearts could be too. Get ready for the adventure of a lifetime. A fun read packed with danger, action, romance, and comedy. From Thailand with Love is part of a series of interconnected romantic comedies but can be read as a standalone novel as all the other books in the First Comes Love series.