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Rebirth: The New Bride Wants A Divorce

Anna thought her life ended the moment she saw her husband, Daniel Clafford, in the arms of her sister. She had already lost her unborn child something Daniel never even noticed and now, with her last shred of hope shattered, she decided to leave quietly. But fate was cruel. Before she could walk away, she was pushed off the balcony of the Clafford estate. Only… she didn’t die. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the day of her wedding, her sister having run away and Anna forced to take her place as the replacement bride. This time, Anna swore things would be different. No love. No expectations. No more foolish devotion to a husband who only brought her heartbreak and cold indifference. Yet something is wrong. The Daniel of this life isn’t the same man she remembers. He refuses to ignore her, refuses to let her go, and most shockingly—refuses to divorce her. “I’m telling you, Anna. Stop bringing divorce into our conversations,” Daniel warned, his voice taut. His heart ached, but seeing her unyielding expression made his resolve crumble. With trembling hands, he cupped her face and whispered: “Please… give me a chance. I promise I’ll love you right this time.” But Anna only laughed bitterly. To her, Daniel Clafford was still the same man—wicked, calculating, dangerous. He married her with a motive. And now he dared beg her to stay? Dream on, Daniel Clafford. Because this time… Anna was determined to make him taste his own medicine.
akshaya_vanne · 1.1m Views

Arranged Marriage with the cold CEO

I woke up in a hospital bed after a month in a coma with a scar on my temple, a hollow space in my mind, and an entire year of my life missing. They told me I was lucky to be alive. They told me it was just an accident. They told me not to strain myself trying to remember. My family hovered over me with warmth and concern, their affection almost suffocating as if they were terrified I would disappear again. Everyone treated me gently… everyone except my sister. Francesca never pretended to be relieved that I survived. If anything, she looked disappointed that I did. I thought adjusting to memory loss would be the hardest part of my recovery. I was wrong. One month after returning home, I was informed over breakfast....casually, as though discussing the weather.....that I would be getting married in two weeks. Not because I fell in love. Not because I chose to. But because my sister could not fulfill her obligation. And just like that, I became the replacement bride in a business alliance worth more than my entire existence. The funniest part? I did not even know the name of the man I was supposed to marry. Ohhh… I knew his name exactly one week before the wedding. Along with every intimidating detail about his family, their empire, their power, and the way markets trembled when they made decisions. Khaos Hawthorne. Heir to the Hawthorne Consortium. A dynasty built on dominance, precision, and ruthless intelligence. A man described as untouchable, controlled, and incapable of emotional weakness. To him, this marriage is a strategic move. To my family, it is salvation. To me… it is a life I cannot remember choosing. Because here is the truth no one speaks about: I do not remember who I was before the accident. I do not know what kind of woman I used to be. And I certainly do not know what kind of wife I am expected to become. But the first time Khaos Hawthorne and I truly looked at each other....something shifted in my chest. Something unfamiliar. My heart began to beat in a way I could not explain. In a way that felt dangerously real. This marriage was supposed to be a contract. A transaction. A carefully calculated alliance. So why does it feel like I am standing at the edge of something i can't control? And why do I have the unsettling feeling that my forgotten past is tied to my future in ways I have yet to uncover?
Night_shade07 · 1.5k Views

Her Name Awakens a Slumbering Fate

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.
AweQoolT · 13.8k Views