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Seven Years As Secret Wife

Veronica went from college boyfriend-girlfriend to husband and wife with Jonathan Rollings. They got married and on Jonathan’s request, kept their marriage a secret. He even gave her a silver band saying one day he would change it to a diamond ring. Two years after their marriage, Jonathan met Imelda who promised to help him build his business for a favor. Fulfilling this favor, seven years have passed by. Today, she’s still legally married to Jonathan Rollings, now one of the city's most powerful men, yet she serves wine at his parties in a server's uniform while Imelda openly calls him her fiance. Not only this, to the world, her husband is dead. Even her daughter cannot call her father Jonathan and must call him “Mr. Rollings”, while Imelda’s son calls him “dad” in public. She has endured it all in silence, hoping one day he will accept them in public. But after seven years of silence, she gives up. Behind Veronica’s back, something else was quietly unraveling. Marriage records changed, money she never received, correspondence she never heard of. Imelda didn’t want to make Jonathan forget Veronica, she was erasing her from his life. But when she saw not only her health but her daughter’s life was also affected, she decided to give up and stop sacrificing anymore. Now, with a countdown running, Veronica decides to give Jonathan the last chance to choose her or Imelda, and finally she takes the decision. Some could lose everything they thought they were protecting. Some will find they never left them. And one woman, who was a secret for seven years, will become a truth no one can deny. Veronica survived being erased. The only question is, whether Jonathan can see through Imelda’s schemes and win his love, Veronica, back or not.
Sipra_Chander · 135.3k Views

Love After Divorce: Her Second Chance

#DARK ROMANCE Lin Yueyao spent five years of her youth married to Shen Xiao, a man whose heart was as cold as steel. She believed that her gentleness would eventually melt his indifference, but the only thing that melted was her own dignity. Every night, she endured his cruel touch, his words like blades, and his silent disgust. But no matter how much it hurt, Yueyao clung on, for the sake of their son, Xuanxuan, and for the sliver of hope that someday he might see her. Yueyao has lived a life shackled by trauma, her body fragile and her spirit fractured by betrayal and violence. Her only light is her daughter, Yueqin, yet even motherhood is shadowed by fear, fear of touch, fear of men, fear of remembering what was taken from her. When Jin Shuren, a man whose presence both unsettles and strangely revives her, reenters her life, Yueyao finds herself torn between dread and a longing she cannot name. But fate twists cruelly when, after a medical intervention, Yueyao falls into a coma. Upon awakening, she is not the same woman. The memories of her deepest pain are now fragmented, buried behind walls of partial amnesia or splintered into a hidden self. What remains is a woman reborn: vibrant, sharp, dangerously alive. This new Yueyao does not tremble. She does not beg. She does not merely endure. She commands. Her once broken body becomes a vessel of fire, her voice one that no longer stammers but cuts. Allies and enemies alike find themselves unsettled by the transformation, was she healed, or has something darker taken root within her? In a world of betrayal, hidden pasts, and ruthless schemes, Yueyao’s transformation is both salvation and a curse. For to forget her pain may cost her her soul, and to embrace it may unleash something far more dangerous. When everything comes to light, she needs to avenge the evil doers even if she destroys herself........
Kim_Li_0078 · 301.1k Views

Heartbeat Rhapsody [BL]

(Daily updates for September) Silas knew that being born as an omega meant his life wouldn't have many choices—unless you came from a privileged family, where your trait didn't matter and you could live comfortably. When a baron adopted him, Silas saw a glimmer of hope and vowed to repay the man he called father. However, though it was better than life in the orphanage, Silas knew he would never truly belong to the family. He was groomed to obey, and his adoptive father planned to use him to expand connections with noble families. As he grew older, his father repeatedly offered him in marriage to the son of a grand duke, an alpha, only to be rejected every single time. Eventually, just before the grand duke's son left for military service, his father received an answer: the grand duke's son agreed to the connection—but only on the condition that Silas would be a consort. It wasn't uncommon for alphas to have multiple consorts, though it wasn't what Silas desired. Still, as an omega, this was the only way he could repay the baron's kindness. * Silas remembered what Alric was like back when they were at the academy. Cold, quiet, and someone who despised omegas. He knew what kind of fate awaited him and gave up on the kind of love he often read about in books. After all, real life wasn't the same as the fantasies penned by writers. Instead, Silas decided to prepare himself for decorating the "cage" he would live in—a life filled with the constant refrain of "at least, at least, at least." He would get used to it. He had to. But something felt different. Why was Alric treating him so differently now compared to the way he had back in school? Alric's eyes were filled with a tenderness and sorrow that Silas couldn't understand. It was the kind of look that made Silas want to hold him close. — (Read the info for more additions)
chacantsleep · 36.6k Views

From Lost To Faith

King She was a diamond amongst dirt. And she was mine. The room was dark save for the soft blue glow of the television washing over her face. She didn't know I was watching her. She rarely did. She had fallen asleep the way she always did — quietly, without fuss, her arm wrapped around my torso and her head resting against my shoulder as though she had been designed to fit exactly there. My fingers moved through her soft brown hair slowly, unhurried, the way a man moves when he has nowhere else to be and nothing more to want. I had everything I needed in this room. Her long lashes cast small shadows against her smooth cheeks. Her button nose, her lips — every detail of her face felt like a deliberate act of creation. Perfectly proportioned by the Almighty, as though He had taken particular care. And perhaps He had. Perhaps this was what it felt like to receive a blessing you had not earned and could not fully explain. How did I get so lucky? SubhanAllah. I thought about the years before her. The years I did not like to think about for too long. I had moved through women the way some men move through cities — without settling, without intending to, leaving nothing of value behind. The daughters and sisters of other men, treated as though they existed only for my entertainment. I had not been cruel in the way that leaves visible marks. But I had been careless, which is its own kind of cruelty. I had taken what was offered and moved on without looking back. Those women had given pieces of themselves to men like me. Men who held them briefly, treated them gently for a season, and then grew bored and disappeared. A cycle that diminished everyone inside it. I had been part of that cycle without shame, without question, without ever stopping to consider what I was actually doing. Until her. She had waited. In a world that told her waiting was weakness, that guarding herself was old-fashioned, that purity was something to be embarrassed about — she had waited anyway. She had preserved herself not out of fear but out of faith. Out of a deep and quiet belief that she was worth more than what the world was offering. That somewhere, there was a man who would receive her as the gift she was. Allah (swt) had chosen me to be that man. Of all men. Me. I still did not fully understand it. I suspected I never would. But I had made a promise to myself on the night we married, a promise I renewed every morning without speaking it aloud — that I would spend every day of my life being worthy of what I had been given. That I would show her through action, not declaration, how profoundly I understood the weight of this blessing. We would not be together only until death parted us, the way the old vows go. By the will of Allah, we would meet again beyond this life. In Paradise, where I would have forever to love her the way she deserved. Forever was not enough.
Zarin_Quinn · 10.6k Views