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Tangled with the Wrong Sinclair

Lianne Lianne's father was a chauffeur for the top conglomerate, the Sinclair Family. On the day her father died in the line of duty, amidst a torrential downpour, Ethan Sinclair walked toward her, his deep, magnetic voice saying: "Come with me." He took her under his wing, protecting her for nine years. Hearing that Ethan Sinclair nearly had a falling out with his family over his one true love, Lianne, well aware that his heart wasn't hers, chose to make a graceful exit. Unexpectedly, under the lingering moonlight, she spent a tangled night with someone. The next day at noon, she opened her eyes to find his own younger brother, Seth Sinclair, beside her. Lianne Lianne sincerely suggested, "You had your fun last night too. Why don't we just part ways amicably?" "Not done having fun. Can't part." The man had a towel tied loosely around his waist. Droplets of water from his damp bangs trickled down, gliding past his collarbone and disappearing into the towel, exuding a natural sexiness. The corner of his lip curled into a lazy smile. "Take responsibility for me, Lianne." Later, At a certain banquet, Lianne felt unwell and left early. When Ethan Sinclair heard about it, he hastily left his seat and knocked on the door of the lounge. But inside, Seth Sinclair had forcefully wrapped his arms around Lianne's waist, pressing her flush against the door, and lowered his head to scorch her lips with a kiss, his voice deep and raspy, "Tell him to get lost." ** Seth Sinclair was notoriously reckless and devil-may-care. Everyone thought he was just playing the field, a way to pass the time and ease his loneliness. Until one night in Kian, a rumor spread like wildfire through their social circle: Seth Sinclair had personally written a love letter to Lianne. The scions of high society all rushed to debunk it: "Fake! Impossible! It's definitely a forgery!" How could the powerful and distinguished second young master of the Sinclair family possibly lower himself like that? The next day, during a media interview, a reporter asked for confirmation. The man corrected them with a lazy smile, "Two letters. One love letter, and one marriage certificate."
Xu Jiuxin · 147.7k Views

Claimed by the Vengeful Alpha

Love. Hate. Revenge. Before she was the High Alpha's daughter, Maya was an orphan named Penelope—and Marcus Keenan was the boy who gave her his locket and promised to marry her... until she was torn from him. Taken by High Alpha Vilhelm, everyone, including Marcus, was told she died. Years later, Marcus returns from the recent war a hero—now Alpha Keenan—with power, lands, and the right to choose any woman as his mate. He takes Maya—the same girl who made his life miserable before he left. He doesn't recognize her as Penelope with the locket long gone. To him, she is cruel, two-faced, and an expert at manipulation. What he doesn't know is that Maya's cruelty was forced, a mask she wore to both protect him and survive. Now trapped in a marriage born of revenge, she must decide. Stay silent and play the part, or reveal who she truly is…before it’s too late. —— Excerpt “This marriage is fake,” Maya said. She should be happy but why did it hurt so much? “Fake?” Keenan frowned and closed the gap between them. He wrapped a palm around her neck, and Maya gasped but no sound left her throat. “Is this another ploy to escape me?” “Isn’t it fake?” Maya whispered, holding his hand, trying to ease his grip. It was getting hard to breathe. Her voice betrayed her, too hopeful even to her own ears. He stared with such hatred, yet a part of her didn’t want it to be fake. Keenan threw his head back and laughed, yet his grip on her neck never wavered. “Woman, surely this must be a joke. You think I would orchestrate a fake marriage with you?” He leaned closer, eyes locked on hers. “You undermine my hatred. I want you bound to me forever. I want you to hate every moment of your life and I will be right here to make sure of it. You can never escape me.” Keenan released her neck. She dropped to the floor, rubbing her throat as she finally drew a full breath. “Fake marriage? Don’t be ridiculous. Even your father couldn’t get you away from me.”
GinaStanley · 17k Views

My Evil Genius Wife

Jiang Yue had everything. Fame, talent, beauty, the nation’s top idol who could dominate the stage with a single glance. Sharp-tongued, confident, and impossible to ignore, Jiang Yue lived the kind of life everyone envied. Until one accident ended it all. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer Jiang Yue. She had become Xu Nuan, the real daughter of the wealthy Gu family who had been swapped at birth. The girl who spent her childhood abandoned in an orphanage, while another girl lived her life as the beloved heiress. But the cruelest part? Even after the truth was revealed, no one wanted her back. The Gu family still protected the fake daughter like a treasure, afraid she would feel wronged. Meanwhile, Xu Nuan, their real daughter, remained the unwanted outsider. Ignored. Mocked. Framed. Until her death. And then Jiang Yue woke up in her body. “Since you care about her so much, then keep her,” Xu Nuan said lazily, looking at the parents who barely cared that she almost died, yet were busy comforting the fake daughter, acting like a pitiful little green tea in the corner. How touching. She scoffed at the people who had abandoned her twice. “I don’t need parents like you anyway.” The room froze. “But I do want compensation,” she continued calmly. “The house. Money. Freedom.” A slow smile appeared on her lips. “Unless you want your precious daughter to go to jail.” The timid Xu Nuan disappeared overnight. In her place appeared someone sharp, fearless, and impossible to control. And then there was Han Zihao. Cold, arrogant, and completely intolerant of trouble, the president of Han Corporations had spent his entire life in control. Xu Nuan became the first thing he couldn’t control. The strange woman who jumped in front of his car. The sharp-tongued menace, who barged into his office, demanding lunch as if they had known each other for years. “What do you want now?” he asked coldly. Xu Nuan sat across from him and smiled. “I’m hungry. Take me out for lunch.” Han Zihao: “…” He should have stayed away from her. Instead, he kept getting dragged deeper into her chaos. And somewhere between her schemes, her sharp mouth, and the way she rebuilt herself from nothing— Han Zihao realized something dangerous. He might actually be falling for her. …. Genre/ Tropes: Transmigration, Rebirth, Strong Female Lead, Smart Female Lead, Sharp-Tongued Female Lead, Hidden Heiress, Showbiz, Entertainment Industry, CEO Romance, Cold Male Lead, Revenge, Face Slapping, Family Drama, Sweet Romance, Pampering Male Lead, Passionate Romance, Rich Family Drama, Power Couple, Character Growth, Chaotic Female Lead. Here are other works of Author: 1. Eternal Love: A Love Story 2. I Woke Up As The Villainous Empress 3. Rebirth in the 80s: Became a Stepmother and Pampered by my Husband Follow on Instagram: @kamlyn_love Discord server: https://discord.gg/zdjyt5tS Note: Review and comment based on content. Any personal or hate comment or review will not be entertained and will be deleted right away. Criticisms are welcome, not rude and hateful comments!
Kamlyn · 7m Views

Unspoken Love: Thousands unspoken words

Unspoken Love — Thousands Unspoken words Some loves are never confessed… they live in silence, in memories, in the spaces between two people who were never truly strangers. Once, in the quiet neighborhood of Shanghai, Song Jia and Ye Xiao were just children—carefree, inseparable, and unknowingly in love. In each other, they found a home the world could never give them. Until one day… she left. Seventeen years later, fate brings them back together. But they are no longer those children. Ye Xiao, now 30, has returned to China as the cold and formidable heir of the Ye Group. Behind his composed exterior lies a man shaped by loss, betrayal, and a relentless obsession—uncovering the truth behind his brother’s suspicious death. Song Jia, now 27, is a woman built from broken pieces. Behind her calm and distant exterior lies a heart scarred by a love that shattered her. Haunted by fear, betrayal, and memories she cannot escape, she no longer believes in love… especially not her own. To the world, she is composed and untouchable. To the world, she is nothing more than a refined socialite and heiress of Song family. In secret, she is “L”—the hidden designer and a brilliant mind behind a global fashion empire. Their reunion was never meant to be complicated. But it is. Because the closer they get, the more their past and present begin to collide. Song Jia is searching for the truth behind her mother’s death—unaware that her own family is built on lies, hidden identities, and dangerous secrets. Ye Xiao is chasing answers about his brother’s accident—only to find that her world and his are deeply connected in ways neither of them expected. And then… there’s the past she cannot forget. —Standing between them… Lu Lucas— the man who broke her heart to protect her. The man who left without giving her the truth. The man who still lingers in the shadows of her life. But Ye Xiao is different. He no longer the boy who watches from afar. He refuses to be just another memory. This time, he stays. He steps forward. Not to walk away. Not to lose her again. But to heal her… even if it means stepping into her darkness. He doesn’t force his way into her life. He doesn’t ask for her love. He simply stays. Quietly. Patiently. Unwavering. As if loving her… was never a choice. But when the past resurfaces and truths threaten to destroy everything, one question remains— If what they felt before was never love… then what is this now? And will they finally have the courage to name it? Or will it remain— an unspoken love. Or will their story remain what it has always been— an unspoken love… lost between what was, what is, and what could have been.
RO_ · 2.9k Views

The way back to us

Elara and Jonas met in their early youth from school to sharing ice cream in a small café, their eyes still filled with the colors of first love. When he pulled his chair closer and whispered, "Will you be my girlfriend?" she nodded shyly, and his first kiss felt like a promise. It was everything she ever dreamed of. Seven years later, that dream has shattered. Elara Stoddard is a successful architect at Phoenix Architects, known for her precision and control. But behind closed doors—and inside her own head—she is unraveling. Plates smash against walls. Tears come without warning. Her husband, Jonas, has become a stranger who shares her home, her daughter, and her history, but none of her present. The divorce, when it comes, isn't loud. It's quiet. Exhausted. Two people who once promised forever now too tired to fight for it. They part with a single, fragile bridge between them: their daughter, Lucy. For years, they navigate the careful choreography of co-parenting—school pickups, birthday parties, phone calls where Lucy reports, "Daddy says he misses me." Elara buries herself in work. Jonas, she hears, buries himself in his writing. They become parallel lines, close enough to see each other but never touching. Until a crisis forces them back under one roof. In the relentless proximity of shared parenthood, the carefully buried past begins to surface. Not the fights. Not the blame. But the small things: the way he still makes coffee the way she likes it. The way she still laughs at his worst jokes. The way Lucy looks at them both and asks questions no child should have to ask. "Do you miss him too, Mommy?" Elara doesn't have an answer. Not one she can say out loud. Because somewhere beneath the pain, beneath the years of silence and separation, something else is stirring. Not the reckless rush of first love—they're too old, too wounded for that. But something quieter. Deeper. A recognition of the people they've become in each other's absence. He calls her Lara now—the old nickname she hasn't heard in years. It means hearth. Home. And every time he says it, she feels something crack open inside her. But trust is not a door that opens twice. And the question Lucy asked—the question Elara asks herself every night—refuses to be silenced: Can you ever really go back? And if you try, will you destroy the fragile peace you've built for your daughter? Or will you finally find the way back to us ? --- THE WAY BACK TO US is a profoundly moving novel about love after loss, marriage after divorce, and the brave, messy work of choosing each other again—not because the past never happened, but because the future is still worth fighting for.
Parastata · 7k Views