Urban Romance
Ryan Pierce leaves me at the altar three times, each time for his precious first love, Natalie Grant.
The first time, she threatens to jump off a building. The second, she says she's moving abroad. The third, she sends a message, saying she's agreed to an arranged marriage.
On that day, the unflappable Ryan unravels. He abandons a church full of guests and turns me into a public joke once again.
My call to him is a final ultimatum.
"Come back now, or I will marry someone else today."
He only laughs in response. "Nat is young, so her dramatics are expected. But you are a grown woman. Are you also resorting to the same cheap tricks?"
My fingers clench around the phone. He knows it's one of Natalie's ploys, yet he chooses to indulge her anyway. That's when I finally let go.
Once he's finished soothing her, he turns his attention back to me as an afterthought.
"Choose a date to reschedule the wedding," he tells me. "Don't worry. It will be even grander than before."
At that moment, the man standing beside me smiles and interrupts him, "You will have to excuse us. My wife and I have a plane to catch." 
"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..."
In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm.
Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers.
Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?"
The city explodes with gossip.
Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power—
what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago.
His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat,
to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry.
Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms.
Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan,
down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test.
Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?"
Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears,
then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger.
"Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..."
"Say what?"
He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet." 
Known in circles as a seductress, Jasmine Booth has red lips that are curved in a teasing smile and eyes that draw one in. Caesar Snee is the most outstanding heir of a powerful family. He's cold and restrained, like an untouchable gem sitting atop his throne.No one would ever guess that these two polar opposites secretly tangle in the backseat of a Maybach late at night, claw at each other in the restroom of a charity gala, and lose control in front of the windows of a private vineyard.Each time, her legs go weak as he grips her waist and has his way with her.After yet another night of indulgence, the sound of running water echoes from the bathroom. Jasmine leans against the headboard and calls her father."I can marry that dying Schuman of Southmere as a bride, but I have one condition."On the other end, her father can barely hide his joy. "Name it! As long as you're willing to marry him, you can have anything you want!""I'll explain everything when I'm home." Her voice is soft and sweet-sounding, but her gaze is icy cold.Just as Jasmine ends the call and reaches for her clothes, she catches sight of Caesar's laptop left open beside her. A WhatsApp message glows on screen, sent by a woman saved under the name "Sabrina"."Caesar, there's thunder. I'm so scared…"Jasmine's fingers tremble as she reads this.The bathroom door swings open, and Caesar walks out. Water drips from his collarbone, and his shirt is casually unbuttoned at the top. His usual restrained demeanor is now laced with a touch of languid carelessness."Something happened at work. I have to go," he says, voice still cool and distant as he picks up his suit jacket.Jasmine curls her lips slightly. "Is it really work, or are you going to see your first love?" 
On the day of our wedding, Justin had someone take off my wedding dress. He wanted to personally put it on my younger stepsister. He cut me an icy look, claiming, "I'll make you my wife, but my love belongs to Felicia. We'll get our marriage license after the wedding."The people around us laughed. They made a bet that I wouldn't wait around for Justin like I had before, considering that I had been holding on for five years to keep the engagement.Yet, the moment I left the church, I made a call. "Elizabeth, about your proposition the other day? It's a yes from me."…That night, I took a private jet and flew to my new home.From that moment on, my world was completely cut off from Justin's.…After not seeing him in five years, I ran into him when I attended a banquet with my daughter. The moment he sees my daughter in my arms, he gives us a humorless smile."So, you've come crawling back after five years. Why not put the child under Felicia's care from now on? I might just let her call me 'Dad'," he commented in a sneer.He had no idea the child wasn't his. 
Sylvia Reid sells herself off.For ten million dollars, she deliberately gets close to the Kaplan family's only son in Portsham—a man who has sworn off marriage—to bear his child so the Kaplan family's bloodline can continue.After working as his secretary for six months, Sylvia finally takes advantage of the cold-faced workaholic's drunken state to complete the deed.After exerting herself the entire night, she belatedly realizes that she had slept with the wrong target!This man isn't the only son of the Kaplan family, but rather, he was his younger uncle, Arnaud Kaplan. Now, she only has two choices. One, to compensate the Kaplan family an astronomical penalty fee as stated in the contract, or seduce Arnaud's nephew, Tyler Kaplan, right under his nose.At the end of his patience, Arnaud drags her out and pins her against the wall. Sylvia pleads, "Mr. Kaplan, listen to me. I only chose the second option because I'm broke!" 
When her half-sister stole her fiancé, scarred her face, and threw her from a skyscraper, Amelia thought it was the end—until fate gave her a second chance.Reborn with bitter clarity, she vowed not to repeat the same mistakes. In her past life, she had been kind to a fault; now, she would wear a mask of innocence to outmaneuver every snake in the grass.One by one, she tore down their schemes—leaving her treacherous sister begging, her stepmother pleading, her worthless father groveling, and her ex-fiancé crawling back.Her response was a cold smirk and two words: “Get lost.”But the one thing she never anticipated was crossing paths with Damien Taylor—the most powerful and untouchable man in the capital—on the very first day of her new life.They said he was ruthless, ice-cold, immune to any woman’s charm. Amelia believed it… until she learned the truth: the man was dangerously cunning.“Miss Johnson, I saved you. How about dinner?”“Miss Johnson, I helped you. Don’t you owe me a favor?”Backed against the wall, Amelia felt his low voice vibrate through her:“You owe me too much, Amelia. It’s time to pay up—starting with you.”Only much later would she realize… she’d been owing him all along. 
After secretly registering our marriage, my lawyer husband would propose that we hold another wedding ceremony to make it up to me each time he explored a new position with his childhood friend.For the last three years, Michael Grant, my husband, brought up having a wedding 33 times and stood me up 33 times.The first time was because his childhood friend's dog died. To honor its memory, he said we couldn't have a celebration for three months.Meanwhile, I stood before our family and friends in my wedding dress, offering endless apologies on his behalf.The second time was because his childhood friend had period cramps. He turned the wedding car around to go make her tea.After that, every subsequent planned wedding ceremony ran into some kind of issue with his childhood friend.I cried. I caused scenes.But Michael would always say, "Tasha and I are just friends with benefits. You're my wife. Don't be so petty."After the 33rd time, I was finally exhausted.I pushed the divorce papers in front of him. "The cooling-off period is over. Let's go finalize the divorce." 
From exchanging glances in the high school hallway to walking down the aisle together, Cassandra Blake and Cameron Dorsey have spent 15 years by each other's side.To outsiders, Cassandra is living the dream—swimming in luxuries and showered with love by her devoted husband. However, only she knows the painful truth. Cameron is secretly keeping another woman.She doesn't hesitate to hurl the divorce agreement at him. "Scram. Now, get out of my sight."Unbeknownst to her, in the shadows nearby, someone watching lets a faint smile curl his lips.…Ryan Scott has had his eye on Cassandra for 15 years, but he's forced to silently watch as his best friend ends up with the woman he has always loved. Her smile, once a comfort, now cuts deep.On the night of Cassandra and Cameron's wedding, Ryan stands below their apartment, staring at the light that stays on till morning. He goes home with hands covered with burns from pressing lit cigarette butts into his skin.His housekeeper is shocked. "My goodness! What happened to you?"He says nothing, only requesting a strong saltwater soak. The pain in his hands is nothing compared to the pain in his heart.So what if Cassandra married Cameron? One day, she will become his. She'll take his last name and be buried beside him when they die. 
In the third year of their marriage, Weston Lowe's foster sister, Elaine Cole, becomes addicted to anesthetics.Sylvia York secretly arranges to send her to a rehab center in Helvetora, but the plane crashes, and no remains were ever found.From that day on, Weston loses his mind. He tears York Group apart, driving Sylvia's parents to take their own lives. He then drugs Sylvia before abandoning her in the back alley of a bar.She is assaulted and left for dead.As her life slips away, Weston towers over her with wild eyes. "You left Elaine without a body, so yours will be fed to the dogs!"His obsession and twisted attachment make Sylvia finally understand the forbidden feelings he had for Elaine all along.When Sylvia opens her eyes again, she is reborn. 
Despite having dated Jonathan Zorc for three years, he still doesn't propose. Later, he falls for my stepsister at first sight and starts pursuing her.This time, I don't cry. I don't quietly wait for him to return to me after having had his fun, either. Instead, I throw away all the gifts he's given me and slash the wedding gown I secretly bought.On his birthday, I leave Pinehelm City with no one by my side. Before boarding the flight, Jonathan suddenly texts me. "Why aren't you here yet? Everyone's waiting for you."I smile without replying. Then, I block him on all social media.He doesn't know that I agreed to marry Evan Galford, my senior in university, half a month ago. Once my plane lands, we're going to register our marriage. 
In her past life, she suffered at the hands of a heartless man and a shameless woman, leaving her to die with a vengeful heart. However, the universe gives her a second chance at life, and she emerges with a burning desire for revenge, vowing to make that jerk and his mistress pay for their sins. He, the seemingly idle pleasure-seeker, hides a sinister power, pulling the strings behind the scenes. When he comes across her on his path to success, she claims to be able to help him ruin the Thomas family. He sees her as nothing, but a "burden". Little does he know that the woman, who is useless in his eyes, holds the power to turn his life upside down. ...The man's eyes darken as he challenges her, "Ariana, do you realize there's a line of women who would do anything to bear my child? If you marry me, I won't accept any responsibility.""Rest assured, when the child is born, I will raise it myself!" 
I'm tricked into working at Hook-Up Club in Thesbia with my best friend, Tanya Sutton. It's an establishment where men only have to pay three thousand dollars to have us for the day.
I'm the club's top earner when the police arrive with the Suttons and see me straddling a rich man, counting cash. Meanwhile, Tanya lies in the basement, heavily pregnant and in a vegetative state.
I know the truth, but I maintain absolute silence even when the Suttons offer a five-million-dollar bounty for the human trafficker. I pretend to be asleep when Tanya's mother, Jasmine Cole, kneels and begs for the truth, and I also refuse to say anything during police interrogations.
Timothy Sutton, my boyfriend and Tanya's brother, loses his temper and violently straps me into the Memory Judgment Seat.
"How could you let the trafficker go while Tanya suffers? I feel disgusted knowing I loved you! I'll use this memory extractor to send you and the trafficker straight to hell, Miranda Lund!"
Yet when the entire truth is revealed, Timothy is struck dumb and falls to his knees.
At a dinner party, Tessa Yates hears Zachary Gomez say, "Tessa is indeed pretty. I only pursued her because of her resemblance to Wendy. I've been trying to find traces of Wendy in her over the years."
Only then does Tessa discover that she's nothing but a stand-in. That night, she dials a number she hasn't called in a long time. "Hi, Dad. I'll return home for the marriage alliance."
Later, Zachary sees the woman he's been dreaming of for days—it's at the engagement party for Tessa and Stephen Jacobson. He loses his mind.
…
On the day Tessa objects to the marriage alliance and runs away from home, Stephen stands before the window and lightly swirls his wine. The look in his eyes is unfathomable as he says, "You'll obediently return to me one day, Tess."
Rumor has it Stephen is cold, aloof, and uninterested in women. Tessa believes that to be true. It's only after she gets to know him that she finds out just how wild he is underneath his stoic appearance. 
"Blondie..." Judah trailed as if he was thinking real hard about something. "I'm giving you an out," he said finally."A what?""You don't need to do this with me. This whole... practice kissing thing, too. I think we’ve done enough. This game is getting too out of hand. You should just back out now, while you can. Because this isn't gonna end well for you,""Whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell are you talking about?" I scoffed and my voice was seriously high-pitched."I told you, you girls always have to attach emotions to everything. I can already feel it coming. So I'm telling you, you better run now or you're gonna end up falling for me, fast and hard," he said.I snorted a real loud laugh instantly. It was a reflex of some sort."Judah, are you high or something?” I paused to gauge his reaction, but he remained serious. “Look, I can assure you, you don't have to worry about that. I'm not even attracted to you in the slightest," my laughter was maniacal and somewhat insulting.“Oh really?” he asked.“Yes, really,” I said reassuringly. “I have my feelings in check. So if there’s anyone that’s going to fall, that person won’t be me,”Judah crossed his arms and let out an irritated laugh. Clearly, he took my words as a challenge as he raised an eyebrow and his lips twitched into a smirk. He stepped off his bike and moved closer to me. I stepped back in response, hitting the red brick wall behind me. My laughter died down instantly as he put both arms next to my face so that I was completely trapped between him and the wall."Alright Blondie, if that's how you wanna play it," he said lowly. "Game on,"I looked up to see his dark amber eyes boring into mine, a predatory glint in his eyes. I suddenly felt weak and helpless, as if I was a little rabbit about to be swallowed whole by a lion. I gulped instinctively as he leaned closer to me."Tell your heart I'm gonna steal it," he murmured to my ears. 
Rita's marriage to Nelson was a nightmare. He was always cold to her until she became pregnant, and even then, his care came at a horrifying cost. Rita discovered that Nelson was drugging her and stealing her blood for his lover, who happened to be her best friend. Looking at the dense needle holes on her back, Rita could not restrain herself from trembling. Just then, Nelson's driver asked Rita to donate bone marrow to Nelson's lover. Rita refused, jumped out of the car and disappeared into the cold river. Three years later, Rita resurfaced as a successful designer with one goal in mind: to send that shameless couple to hell! Will her thirst for revenge consume her, or will she find redemption amidst the web of betrayal and deceit? Brace yourself for a tale of love's dark side, where revenge and redemption collide. [Also named: Regretful CEO, Second Chance At Love] 
In Noelle Liddell's past life, she obeyed her brothers' every command. Yet they exploited her and stepped all over her pride so they could dote on Xenia Quigley, their fake sister. Noelle is their birth sister, yet she ultimately dies after being kicked out of her home.
After being reborn, Noelle follows one principle—she stops being such a Good Samaritan, and she's not going to forgive or make up with her brothers. They can go do whatever they want as long as they leave her alone.
Her eldest brother, Donovan Liddell, wonders why his health has deteriorated recently. It's because Noelle doesn't bring him his medication and supplements anymore.
Her second brother, Frank Liddell, wonders why his company's firewall keeps acting up. It's because Noelle doesn't maintain it anymore.
Her third brother, Carl Liddell, wonders why the development of the new drug is going so slowly. It's because Noelle isn't testing it anymore.
Her fourth brother, Blake Liddell, wonders why the scripts he's getting are so horrible. It's because Noelle isn't writing them anymore.
Her fifth brother, Wyatt Liddell, wonders why his prosthetic limb is so terrible. It's because Noelle isn't producing them anymore.
Her sixth brother, Lucas Liddell, wonders why his team lost. It's because Noelle quit.
The six men grovel at Noelle's feet and beg for her forgiveness. "Come home, Nelly. Blood is thicker than water—we're a family!"
Noelle sneers. "You only know that you're wrong after everything's gone to shit. Sorry, but I'm not going to forgive any of you!" 
Her daughter lay dying—her only chance at survival resting in a bone marrow transplant from her biological father.That man, the one Stella Johnson had once loved with all her heart, was nowhere to be found.While Stella made call after call, hands trembling with desperation, Charles Hart was busy building a crystal castle for the daughter of his beloved white moonlight—lighting up the entire city with fireworks in her honor.All Stella got in return was a cold, clipped response:"I'm busy."And then… silence.She waited.And waited.Until the warmth left her daughter's tiny hand.He never came.Cradling the small urn, Stella stepped into the streets—only to be greeted by a cruel spectacle.Every digital screen on the bustling boulevard played the same scene:Charles, his white moonlight, and their daughter, smiling under the fireworks as they sang "Happy Birthday," basking in a future built on someone else's grave.The love Stella once held for Charles didn't just die that night—it was burned to ash.And from those ashes, something far stronger rose:Hatred. Cold. Sharp. Unforgiving. 
I pay out of pocket for a first-class plane ticket to get a head start in locking down a multi-million-dollar deal ahead of our competition.But after returning to the company with a signed contract, I see a dismissal notice in the company's group chat."Willow Lacroix has violated the company's cost control regulations, causing an adverse impact. She is hereby terminated, effective immediately."I storm into the president's office, only for Ashley Zimmerman, the new assistant, to brazenly get in my way."It's company policy. All business trips are strictly economy class only. You knew that and broke the rules anyway. Why should the company bend the rules for you?"My fiance, Chase Gibson, who is also the president, joins in. "As the head of your department, you set a terrible example by breaking the rules!"Later, through the gaps in the blinds, I see Ashley on her knees before Chase, who is holding her head down…I turn to make a call. "I'll bring in that multi-million-dollar renewable energy project as an investment. By the way, does your company restrict key executives from flying out to close a deal?" 
In the heart of Spain, Mayara, an orphaned soul burdened by a life of despair, receives a cryptic letter promising revelations about her true identity. Skeptical yet desperate for change, she embarks on a journey to Mexico, unknowingly stepping into a world ruled by powerful mafias and politicians. It's the story of young Mayara, an unfortunate orphan whose life seemed destined for sadness and misery. However, everything changes as she uncovers the truth about her family by coming to Mexico. Reuniting with childhood crush amidst secrets, she uncovers her past while battling Santiago's gold quest, linked to events 18 years ago. Loyalty and unspoken affections aid Mayara in navigating Cancun's dual existence. As she unravels mysteries, she must confront old rivals and decide her heart's path in a journey of redemption and revelation. 
Camden Bennett suddenly disappears on the fifth New Year of his marriage to Alice Wilson.Alice, who is blind, goes to the police station to file a report. But the officer's expression turns strange after reading her statement."Ma'am, you said your husband is Camden Bennett? Then what's your name?""My name is Alice Wilson. Has there been any news about my husband?" she asks, her fingers twisting nervously at the hem of her clothes.The officer frowns and knocks sharply on the table. "Ma'am, please cooperate with us and tell us your real name!"Alice freezes. "But Alice is my real name."Behind her, a delinquent sneers with disdain. "Hey, blindy, don't think you can impersonate someone just because you look like her. Everyone in Gearwin knows Mr. Bennett gave Mrs. Bennett a ten-billion-dollar yacht to celebrate her pregnancy."At the same time, the giant LED screen across the room broadcasts an interview."I wish you a smooth delivery, my darling wife.""Thank you, darling."Elena Lovell's sweet and familiar voice rings out, causing Alice's scalp to go numb and her face to drain of all color. 
Evelyn Shaw is known across Nordia as a top surgical genius. Noble families line up, waiting for her to perform their operations.
Her hands are worth over ten million dollars and are irreplaceable, yet they are being pressed mercilessly into the floor at this very moment.
The culprit is her husband, Howard Blackwood, the man at the apex of Nordia's power hierarchy.
Howard sits silently in the chair as she suffers. He is still the same, impeccably dressed with an unreadable expression.
Behind him, a large screen shows her sister, Layla Shaw, being dragged into a dark room by several burly men. Layla's broken, helpless cries fill the air, wrenching Evelyn's heart.
"Eve, either you get up and operate on Anne's mother, or I make sure these videos reach all of Nordia tomorrow," Howard says.
Evelyn grits her teeth as she glares at him. "Howard, why are you doing this to me?" 
"Ms. Keane, the test results are not very favorable. You've been diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer. If you refuse treatment, you'll likely only have several weeks left to live—not even a month. Are you sure you wish to proceed without treatment? Does your husband agree to this?"
The doctor asks me over the phone.
"I'm sure… Yes, he agrees to this as well," I reply.
I gaze around the empty room after I end the call, feeling unbearably upset. I used to think the pain was just my recurring gastritis, but it's actually because of a tumor.
Sighing, I turn to gaze at the photo on the desk.
Silas Huntington, who's 18 in the photo, stares right back at me.
Even after all these years, I can still remember the day we took that photo. Snow had dusted our hair white, which made Silas ask whether this counted as us growing old together. 
That night, Maya Reed slogs through pounding rain to the club where Cole Hale likes to hang out.She pauses outside his private room, wrings the water from her hair, and decides to wait until he finishes before surprising him.Through the cracked door drifts a teasing voice. "Cole, your wedding to Maya is in a week. Got your big surprise ready?""Yeah," Cole answers, his cool voice softened by liquor. "I'm going to give her something she'll remember for the rest of her life."Maya's hand stills in her hair, and a smile slips onto her face before she can stop it.Over the past three years, Cole has cherished her like the most precious thing in his life.Then, another man laughs. "If Maya finds out I've been pretending to be you this whole time, she'll lose her mind.""Please." Someone else scoffs. "As if she'd ever guess Cole has a twin!""Just wait until she finds out she's been sleeping with Cole's brother for three years..." 
Natalie Walker is a fake heiress who spends two decades acting as Diana Ashcroft's walking blood bank. When the true heiress returns, she's immediately kicked out of the house.
The true heiress mistreats her, and everyone mocks her. Then, the world is stunned when she suddenly turns out to be the only daughter of the Walker family, the country's wealthiest and most mysterious family.
Natalie's birth parents and five brothers dote on her like mad. Her allowance is boundless, and she can splurge on whatever she wants. She can drive any limited-edition sports car and buy haute couture if she wants…
She also has a fiancé who's supposedly the wealthiest man in the world. However, he either avoids meeting her or gives her the cold shoulder. He even comes knocking, saying that he wants to call off the engagement.
Natalie thinks it's perfect. Unexpectedly, after calling off the engagement, he pesters her, wanting to be affectionate with her all the time.
Natalie is irritated. "Can you have a little shame, Mr. Ex-Fiancé?"
Marcus Holden says, "What is shame? Can I eat it? Can it help me win my wife's heart?"
"Get lost."
"You're only telling me that because you love me. Why haven't you said it to anyone else?"
Everyone realizes that the revered Marcus is actually a hopeless romantic who only has love on his brain.
Meanwhile, Marcus wants nothing more than to beat his old self up for being blind. 
I had seven childhood playmates, all nothing but gorgeous. They treated me as their little brother. And I called them "sisters".The eldest one, Belinda Staley, was a business genius. Th second one, Sandra Clayton, was a famous doctor. The third one, Brenda Danbury, was mysterious. The fourth one, Carly Tuttle, was a national beauty. The fifth one, Freda Peck, was a ruthless police officer. The sixth one, Ruth Frey, was a great heroine, and the seventh one, Adyson Dorothy, was a genius professor.And my name was Claud Allston.I was the founder of Celestial Palace, the ruler of the world. 
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