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This men is beautiful, beautiful like God's finest masterpiece. Only, now, he was undressed and bound to the bed in an awkward position, and my hand was still against his breast. Hot temperature, hard muscle, through the palm, clearly came.
"Get off me!" The damned woman, tired of living, dared to plot against him!
"If I truly apologize now, will you forgive me?"
Jigyain looked at me uncertainly. The message is simple: You're dead.
"That's a problem. I just came back to life. I don't really want to die."****

Now I am in possession of this body, the people who bullied the old me should be made to pay.***

Lucy Gue, a tech mogul, enters the body of a fake daughter of famous family with the same name! This original fake daughter is ignorant, bullying, all people hate her...... And she has the ball to seduce the "prince" of the first top family of S City! As soon as Lucy Gue came through, she came face to face with the handsome man, who was staring at her with a look of 'You're going to die' and 'You're going to die badly.' The new Lucy Gue does not care his threatens and builds her own golden career by herself, but it seems the "prince" always gets in the way.
“Join me in the business,sweetheart?”
“What? Love me now?”

The woman was lying on the bed. The soft moonlight from the window was shining on her pale face. What a sexy scene!

Christopher Loomis looked at the numb woman who was pressed down by him. He said with a mocking smile, "Isn't this what you want?"

Leslie Ward's face looked much paler than before. Her chin was suddenly pinched tightly by the man before she could say anything. This pain made her cry out.

"Have you forgotten what day it is today?" Christopher said with mockery. At the same time, the pressure on his hand got stronger again.

Her pupils contracted instantly while something was striking on her mind. Then her whole body kept trembling.

"Even the day of remembrance of your sister can be forgotten, you are really a ruthless woman, ah."Christopher said while his body was still moving through her body. It would be nice if Evelyn had not been killed by this woman.

Leslie was accustomed to hearing Christopher's taunts, but her heart still can't help but throb.

She had been married with Christopher for three years. But she loved him for more than three years. Why Christopher overlooked her, only sneered at her these years? He only loved Evelyn. Even giving her love with both hands initiatively, she would not get any concern from him.

Christopher’s voice rang in her ears again, "You went to great lengths to be married with me, even put your own sister's life on the line. Now everything is as you wish, what are you not satisfied with?"

She closed her mouth tightly without any word. She was afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would no longer be able to hold back her emotions that were about to erupt.

But her silence at this time seemed to be a provocation to Christopher. His movement became more violent and faster. Leslie finally cannot help but groan painfully.

Half an hour later, Christopher pulled out from her body and went into the bathroom. Leslie endured the pain in her body and wrapped herself up tightly with the quilt.

Christopher came out of the bathroom and saw the way she was. His heart was ignited with anger again. He said, "Leslie, don't you just want me to fuck you? Now your reaction is for what? The bitch still wants to declare herself a virgin?"

Leslie gritted her teeth. In the past, Christopher made love with her with saying nothing. Just to satisfy physical needs, and the woman can be her or someone else.

He ridiculed her like this. Only on the day of Evelyn's remembrance every year, he hated her even more.

"I'm sorry."

Christopher frowned unconsciously when he heard her tiny voice. He walked towards Leslie and lifted her quilt.

Leslie looked flustered and curled herself up into a ball. But Christopher was not ready to let her off the hook, "You make me feel sick now."

Tears could not be controlled in her eyes. Christopher did not see her abnormality because of her messy hair.

In his memory, Leslie never cried.

"Christopher Loomis, what do you want me to do?" Her voice was a little hoarse, but it did a good job in hiding her trembling voice.

Christopher looked at the wretched her from a high position, "Clean the picture frame."

That was Evelyn's photo, which Christopher regarded as a treasure.

She got up slowly and moved her feet step by step towards the photo. She found a stain on the glass of the frame. It may be rubbed on accidentally. Did Christopher’s anger just for this?

She looked upward subconsciously, but hit Christopher’s obscure eyes. "On the first day you lived in this house, I said that you needed to do nothing but wiping the picture every day. It must be stainless."

Leslie's hands with the frame shocked and almost dropped the frame. Christopher's heart was filled with anger suddenly. There was a tinge of shade in his voice, "If the frame in your hands is broken, then you will take your life to pay for it!"

"My life in your mind is not as important as a picture frame?" Leslie asked with a shudder. It seemed like her heart was torn into pieces, painful even unable to breathe.

"Leslie, you are worthless in my mind." The unforgiving words made Leslie collapse completely. Tears kept flowing down from her face. She turned up her voice suddenly, looking straight at Christopher and said "For these years, you put all your heart in this photo, not willing to share your heart even a little bit with me?"

This was the first time he saw Leslie's tears. He was astonished just for a second. He took two steps forward to look at Leslie with his brooding eyes. Then he still said mercilessly, "Leslie, I did not love you before, and would not love you in the future."

Elsa is a stunningly beautiful and gentle young woman, often perceived as a soft and somewhat timid soul. On the other hand, Nicholas is like a regal and aloof prince, exuding an air of cold detachment while possessing unimaginable wealth and intelligence. Elsa believed that Cinderella stories only existed in fairy tales and that someone like Nicholas would never cross paths with her. However, a twist of fate binds them as secret lovers. Elsa is convinced that Nicholas only sees her as a means to satisfy his physical desires, and this belief compels her to consider escaping his grasp. But everything changes when she finds herself in grave danger. Nicholas’s despair and panic in the face of her peril reveal a side of him she never imagined—a fiercely protective and profoundly loving man. Only then does Elsa realize this domineering, icy prince has been in love with her all along…

“Hide! Hide!” I yelled, striking Greg violently in the butt. I sensed his astonishment but I didn’t give a damn. If he loved me, he'd understand I was in a precarious situation. “What the hell's happening?!” Greg screamed but I still pushed him into my wardrobe anyway as Fred's voice echoed through the house. I can't imagine the torment I'd face if I was caught in a relationship with a man. 7 years ago, I worked for the Richardson family with my mother and when I lost her to cancer, I decided to drop out of school. However, luck was on my side or so I thought. The Richardson adopted me as their own but when I thought my life was starting to get better, Fred the true son of the family came into my life. It went downhill from there. I became a sex toy for him and it even got worse when my adoptive father joined his son to make my life a misery. I became traumatic. Not even the sweetest prince charming could woo me into liking him. To hell with every man! I hated them all until Greg came along. He loved me more than I loved myself but what could I do? Both father and son of the Richardson family had issued me a stern warning to shut every man out – I was an exclusive property. Would I ever get a shot at true love when my life’s a living hell?

She felt that he was upset so she walked over to him, but didn’t know what to do.

Jack took out the stuff inside the document folder and put it in front of Stephanie. He read, "I have asked someone to check. The baby in your belly…”

He paused on purpose and looked at her meaningfully. Catching a flash of joy in her eyes, he sneered in his heart but maintained his poker face.

"The baby’s father is Steve. DNA Comparison shows 99% match.” He finished his sentence.

The face in front of him turned pale gradually. Stephanie lifted her head and laughed as if just heard a joke. "This is impossible. I didn’t…”

Jack interrupted her without any hesitation and explained indifferently, "Oh, yes. I kept his sperm and arranged an operation for you.”

"No…That’s not possible.” She lost her voice and covered her belly with her hands. Jack, however, didn’t waver and tossed the document to her.

Stephanie took the document with her trembling hands. She examined the data carefully, trying to prove it’s fake.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at him in a forced smile. "It…it’s all fake, right? Tell me this is a joke, please…I know, this… ”

Jack remained indifferent. He looked at her mercilessly and said, "You owe him a life. The baby is the compensation.”

She abandoned everything for a man. However, the man she loved cursed that her baby was a bastard and didn't deserve to live in this world. In order to save his lover, he regardless of her life and tortured her day and night. In the end, she fell firmly into the hell...

Would he regret it?

Christian Knight was about to marry Andrea Donovan and start a fresh life. Andrea was a gorgeous and respectable woman. She liked Christian since her college days but couldn’t muster the courage to express her feelings to him, as she knew that Christian was interested in Diana Roger, the mute girl.

Years later, destiny played cupid for Andrea and Christian, and their families fixed their marriage. Andrea was over the moon, and it was hard for her to believe that Christian was finally going to be her forever.


To escape the haunting nightmares and hallucinations about one particular woman, whom he thinks he has never met before, Christian agreed to marry Andrea as she was beautiful, smart, and a generous woman, completely compatible with his status, but little did he know that meeting with a stranger at the Coffee House will change everything for him.


What will happen when destiny plays its cards?

Would Christian be able to accept that he had been married before?

Will he choose his present over his past or follow his way back to his former wife?

Would Mishka be willing to give another chance to Christian or she has already moved on in her life?

Will their love pass the test of time and commitment to come out victorious or did their love story end long ago?

Follow the other half of Christian and Mishka’s tale to witness if second chances really exist or if healing a broken heart is beyond repair.

This book is a sequel to My Indian Wife and the book 1 is needed to be read before continuing this book

It is the story of twenty-three-year-old girl who falls for her twenty-nine-year-old married boss.

One unfortunate night when her boss calls her to pick him up from the bar at drunk state one thing leads to another making her pregnant with his baby.

When she finds out and prepares herself to tell to her boss the wife comes along with the announcement of counseling for their broken marriage and her alcoholic habits.

Nothing comes out as solution than resigning prior one month notice and leave.

When a botched attempt at love ends with Jake, Myra's crush of five years embracing an unknown woman at a party, fate allows her to meet and spend a night with a charming older stranger, Hart.

Believing that being with Hart will help her forget the pain of her failed love, Myra decides to take a second chance at love, only to be pulled into Hart's unordinary life filled with twists and struggles.

Just as Myra starts believing in fate again, Jake reappears in her life with a secret between their families: a secret she needs to fulfil.

Read along to find out who is the destined prince of Myra's love story!

I was once a foster she-wolf in the Hartley pack, bound to Brandon Carrington as a substitute for his true love—my sister Hailey. For five years, I endured his neglect, Hailey's bullying, and the Hartleys' indifference.

A near-death experience and catching Brandon with Hailey woke me up. I found my birth parents, the wealthy Aldridges, and planned to break my bond with Brandon.

At Hailey's birthday, she humiliated me; Brandon defended her and injured my hand. I finalized bond-breaking papers, quit my job, and fled to Talvador Town with Miles.

We revealed Hailey plagiarized my art, ruining her reputation.

Brandon belatedly realized his love for me but I'd chosen Miles.

In a world marred by deceit, desire, and emotional turmoil, Alyson's life takes a staggering plunge into chaos. Her home, once a haven, becomes a battleground of secrets and infidelity as she stumbles upon a shocking betrayal involving her own father.

As Alyson grapples with the heart-wrenching discovery, her mother's self-destructive descent into alcoholism pushes her to the brink. With the unwavering support of her friend Tess, Alyson finds solace in the pursuit of a new job at a prestigious hotel, seeking refuge from the turmoil at home.

Meanwhile, the enigmatic Sky, a billionaire accustomed to fleeting encounters with women, embarks on a life-altering journey. Forced into a week-long conference by his father, he finds himself drawn into a whirlwind of unexpected emotions when he encounters Alyson, a stark contrast to the women of his past.

Intrigued by Alyson's resilience and repelled by his own destructive habits, Sky becomes entangled in a web of attraction and transformation. But as the two worlds collide, Alyson's traumatic past and Sky's hedonistic tendencies threaten to unravel their budding connection.

Amidst passion, secrets, and a relentless pursuit of redemption, Alyson and Sky must confront their demons and navigate the treacherous path to love. A tale of resilience, forgiveness, and the unexpected power of connection, their journey is one of heartache and hope in the face of life's darkest trials.

I awoke in Moonlight Hall with the memories of my past life searing in my mind. I had given everything to Shawn and he only had eyes for Quinn.

“Aunt Diana,” I interrupted her before she could finish,

“call off the marriage to Shawn. Obsession is not love. I am going to the Border to marry General Jason.”

Quinn is back, too. She had cornered me and said,

“I told Shawn I love him first this time. You will never have him.”

I laughed. But Shawn, he had found the jasmine handkerchief, my handkerchief, and had finally discovered that I was the one who had saved his life years ago and not Quinn. He had chased me to the Border begging, “Leah, I was wrong. Come back.”

But by that time Jason, cold, sharp and yet the one who remembers I love gardenias and who protects me from sandstorms and has taken a blow for me had captured my heart. And Quinn? Her lies blew up. She lost her kid and went mad.

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!

A month before my boyfriend Samuel and I were supposed to get married, he asked me to let another woman wear my wedding dress and move into my house.

It all started three months ago when his "old friend" Dahlia returned from overseas, supposedly with less than a year to live. A week ago, Samuel told me that Dahlia's dying wish was to become a bride before she passed away, and he was the chosen groom.

I kept saying no. But he brought it up every single day, insisting he had to help Dahlia because she had helped him when his company was in crisis three years ago, and he needed to fulfill her wish.

I was furious.

But in the end, I gave up the house and left him.

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.

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.

My family's company went bankrupt, and my father was critically ill.

I dropped out of school and worked multiple jobs every day.

Debt collectors beat me and broke my ribs, but I couldn't afford painkillers.

Every penny I earned went to expensive medicine, all to save my father.

Until I saw my father, who should have been bedridden on oxygen, holding a champagne glass at a hotel banquet hall.

His words pierced through, "Five years, the punishment she earned."

The bankruptcy was fiction. The illness, theater.

All orchestrated because his stepdaughter suffered from depression, and I was her entertainment.

When the doctor finally spoke to me, "Days. You have only days."

I laughed.

The dying one had never been my father.

It had always been me.

I died the night I refused to postpone the engagement party.

The morning after my death, my parents were still having breakfast with my sister Blair, excitedly planning her award ceremony.

Before I died, the only person who answered my desperate call was my mother. I was being chased by kidnappers at the time, and I begged her to save me, telling her I was dying. But she said, "Stop being so dramatic! You're just trying to get our attention. If you want to die so badly, then go ahead and die."

That was my last call for help before the line went dead, and then I was struck by a car.

I lay on that dark road, bleeding profusely. They thought I was just sulking, hiding away to get attention. They thought if they ignored me, I would come back and apologize to them.

They didn't know I was already dead.

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 tricked my billionaire husband into signing divorce papers—he had no idea.

"Exam documents," I lied.

His ex-wife laughed. "Boring paperwork. Don't bother reading it."

He signed without even looking.

Three years of marriage. I thought he'd learn to love me. Ever since she came back, my dinners grew cold while I reheated them alone. I waited in our bed, night after night. I watched him drop everything and run to her with every phone call.

Then I found out I was pregnant.

That same day, I saw him at the hospital—holding her hand, asking about her baby.

I finally stopped waiting.

I left the estate at dawn. Left behind the jewelry, the designer clothes, the empty promises.

Then he showed up at my door.

"I know about the baby," his voice was raw. "I know about the accident. I know everything."

He looked at me like I was his entire world.

Three years too late? Or just in time?

Four months pregnant, I went to the bar to bring Connor his wallet, only to overhear a conversation that made my blood run cold.

"She's so controlling. Billy and I can barely breathe," my husband told his friends. "I'm taking Kelsey to the countryside for three months of therapy. I'll just tell Nadia it's a parent-child program abroad."

The worst part? My ten-year-old son Billy would cover for him.

Then I had a miscarriage. In my darkest moment, Connor said he'd use experimental hypnotherapy to help me "forget the pain" so I wouldn't suffer or cling to them while they vacationed for three months.

I agreed.

But when he got everything he wanted, he regretted it.

I spent five years of my life waiting for a wedding—only to watch his first love move into our master bedroom, pregnant with his child, wearing my wedding gown.

She said the baby was his. He believed her.

She said I pushed her. He believed her.

She said I was consumed by jealousy. He believed that too.

The only person he refused to believe was me.

When gunfire erupted in that bridal shop, Kieran Ravenna—head of the most powerful crime family on the East Coast—carried her to safety, assuming his men would come back for me.

They didn't.

"Boss... we couldn't find Miss Celeste. She's already—"

For the first time in his life, that cold-blooded bastard learned what it felt like to lose something that mattered.

Too bad some mistakes can never be undone.

When my wife took me to her lover's art exhibition, we encountered her enemies who came to kill her.

I took a bullet for her and injured my leg, facing the risk of amputation.

Yet she attended banquets with her lover, flaunting their relationship.

When the media asked why she didn't bring her husband,

She sneered mockingly:

"He became a cripple after injuring his leg. He's too ugly to bring out in public."

With that single sentence, she made me the biggest laughingstock of the entire city.

I had just pulled the teddy bear cookies from the oven when my daughter Dora ran into the kitchen.
"Dora, sweetheart! Mommy's special cookies are ready!"
But the moment she saw the cookies, her face went white as a sheet. She screamed "Get away! Get away!" and bolted from the room.
I was completely stunned. Just then, Herbert walked through the door.
"Try one and tell me what's wrong," I said, pointing at the cookies.
Herbert was about to comfort me, but when he learned I'd made these cookies for Dora, his expression turned absolutely bizarre. "You really made these? If you did, I want a divorce. Immediately!"
"What?"
My mother-in-law Athena heard the commotion and came to console me, but the moment she heard these were cookies I'd made for my daughter, she slapped the entire tray out of my hands. "What kind of mother are you?!"
Cookie crumbs scattered across the floor. I stood there in shock, completely bewildered by what was happening.

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.

The first time I saw him was at the orphanage, where he stood in the corner in tattered clothes, his eyes glaring at me with the fierce intensity of a wolf.

Ruthless enough, wild enough, and thrilling enough.

So I made a fuss until my family adopted him, making him my nominal cousin.

In just ten years, he leaped from being an orphan to becoming the heir with the highest expectations placed upon him by the family.

I had always considered him my most perfect creation.

Until that day, when I discovered his affair, and that he had gotten another woman pregnant.

I laughed. It seemed he had been living quite happily all these years, having long forgotten his days of wandering like a stray dog.

The next day, a bloody dead fetus was delivered to him in a gift box that I had prepared...

Due to his grandmother's dying wish, Leonard, the hospital's most eligible cardiac surgeon, was forced to marry the nurse who secretly loved him—me. Through six years of hidden marriage, we pretended to be mere colleagues at the hospital while he remained utterly cold toward me and our daughter Vera. When his first love returned, I watched him reignite his passion for another woman and my heart died completely. I signed the divorce papers and vanished from his world with Vera. This time, he lost us forever.

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.

The tour bus hung precariously over the cliff's edge, smoke billowing from its engine. Inside, two pregnant women were trapped.

"Captain Walker, both pregnant women are in critical condition. Who do we save first?"

I had been pierced by a steel rod through my abdomen, my water had broken, and I was screaming desperately at my husband:

"Ryan Walker! My water broke! The baby's dying!"

On the other side, his first love Stella clutched her chest, her face deathly pale:

"Ryan, I'm having a heart attack! Save me!"

The man in the firefighter uniform charged toward Stella's side without hesitation.

"Captain, your wife's position is easier to reach!" team member Mike shouted.

"SHUT UP! Follow orders!"

He rushed to Stella without looking back, leaving behind one sentence:

"She won't die. I'm her husband, I take full responsibility."

After Nicholas got engaged, his assistant handed me a plane ticket.

"Leave. Don’t ever show your face in Silverlight City again."

"Otherwise, Mr. Jackson has more than enough ways to ruin you."

All those years I spent by his side, I was admired by everyone, living in the spotlight.

Yet when I finally left, I was reduced to a pitiful, laughable sight.

I said, "Fine."

But that very night, the flight plunged from over thirty thousand feet in the air.

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.

After her family’s downfall, she reluctantly marries into the Brown family.

On their wedding night, her husband humiliates her by locking her out.

Post-marriage, she endures torture: disinfection water abuse, false betrayal accusations, public humiliation—what did she do wrong?

Maria, her husband’s first love, provokes her endlessly, and he always takes Maria’s side.

Can she strike back at the charity gala?

When locked in a glass box at an auction as public spectacle, how will she save herself?

After the divorce, her husband suddenly declares she’s the only wife he’ll ever recognize.

What conspiracy lies beneath?

I was kidnapped, but my ex Calvin Thornton dismissed it as a ploy to pressure him.

His cruel words—offering ransom to "teach me a lesson"—left me desperate. Jasper Lancaster, a powerful figure, rescued me.

Amidst danger, we grew close, and I chose him over Calvin.

When Calvin later regretted, begging me to return and even risking his life to retrieve a tossed ring, I’d already moved on.

Wearing Jasper’s ring, I made clear my choice: I’d found someone who valued me, and Calvin’s belated apologies couldn’t undo the past.

My heart now belongs to Jasper, and I’ll never look back.

Selina rushed forward as if she had gone crazy.

With a "thud," she dropped to her knees in front of the car.

"William, please, save my daughter!"

Selina was sobbing uncontrollably as she reached out to grab the hem of William's pants.

"Brook has leukemia. She's lying in the hospital right now, and only you can save her!"

William let out a cold laugh, his eyes as cold as ice shards.

He lifted his foot and kicked Selina's hand away.

"A bastard child. Why should I save it? You left me without a second thought back then and ran off with another man. What, now you remember me? This is all the karma you deserve."

Selina was in a state of extreme anxiety and tried desperately to explain. "William, you've got it all wrong! Brook is your biological daughter! The truth from that year was..."

On April Fool's Day, Esme fakes her own death after discovering her husband Theo faked a plane crash to test her love, only to endure his abuse and control. Theo, believing Esme dead, later learns the truth about his mother's death and his misunderstanding of Esme. He tries to win her back, but she has moved on and plans to marry her supportive senior. During a dramatic showdown, Theo kidnaps Esme, but she escapes by parachuting from a plane. Theo, in a daze, jumps into the sea where his cruel prank once took place, meeting a fateful end.

Esme finally finds freedom and happiness, leaving the toxic past behind.

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 anger, his coldness, believing my loyalty would matter. But then she returned—the one who left him to die. He welcomed her back like nothing had happened, his rage shifting fully to me.

I had given him everything, yet he left me with nothing but heartbreak.

So, I left.

I walked into a new pack, hoping for a fresh start, and found Alpha Steven. One look, and my wolf whispered the truth: Mate.

In my past life, I was ruthlessly forced into a relationship with Frank. Frank, in his cold and callous way, soon abandoned me all for the sake of Nancy.

Then, like a ray of hope in the darkness, I met William.We fell in love, or so I thought, and I dared to believe that I could finally have a new beginning. We got married, and for a brief moment, I felt like I was finally free from the shadows of my past.

But not long after our wedding. I started to notice little things that didn't add up. One fateful day, I stumbled upon the truth. William had been deceiving me, playing a double - game that shattered my new - found happiness. In a desperate bid to escape this new nightmare, I hatched a plan with Frank, o stage my death.

William, when he heard the news of my "death," was inconsolable...

After witnessing the agony my mother endured when she severed ties with my father, who had an affair, she taught me one undeniable lesson—never trust a man.

That all changed when Damien appeared.

To claim me, Damien gave me his liver. He became my mate, and for a time, our life was bliss. He poured everything into our family. But everything shattered the day I discovered something on his computer.

I experienced the searing pain of breaking bonds with my mate.

Years later, I returned, opening a café. Every morning, a letter quietly awaited me at the door.

I picked it up, read nothing, and tossed it into the trash.

Damien—my former mate—your late love means nothing now.

Wasn't that what you taught me, too?

Jolin's five - year bond with Alpha Goden was born from a debt repayment contract.

Despite her love and devotion, Goden was obsessed with his childhood love, Anna.

Jolin endured Salina's abuse and Goden's indifference.

After the contract expired and Anna returned, Jolin severed the bond and left.

Goden, realizing his true feelings for Jolin only after she was gone, desperately tried to win her back but was rejected. A vengeful Salina caused a car accident, leaving Goden disabled.

Jolin found a rusted key from their past, symbolizing their broken relationship, and rejected Goden's belated gifts. Eventually, Goden was impeached, and Nelson, Jolin's childhood friend, chose a life with her away from the pack.

After Sara's death, Goden, alone and broken, was found dead at her graveside, clutching the key....

After marrying into a wealthy family, has my life turned into a thriller?

At a wealthy family banquet, Sucy fell in love with Bernard at first sight. She thought it was the beginning of happiness, but unexpectedly, it was the prelude to a nightmare.

After getting married, Bernard treated her coldly, yet he showed great care and concern for his adopted sister, Anna.

By chance, Sucy discovered some things that were difficult to explain.

There seemed to be a hidden secret between Anna and Bernard.

She began to wonder what her marriage was really about.

Even more strangely, Sucy would always receive some anonymous photos and text messages, all of which pointed to the intimate relationship between Anna and Bernard.

However, every time she questioned him, Bernard told her not to think too much.

Who on earth sent these mysterious messages? And what kind of conspiracy lies behind them?

In the deep and mysterious mansion of the wealthy family, how many unknown secrets are still hidden?

What is Anna's true purpose?