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Loving him was a losing game." Have you ever felt heartbroken because someone didn't love you back, or used by someone simply because you loved them? Accepting that he could never be yours, no matter how hard you tried. Every time you tried to push your feelings away, they always came flooding back, everytime you see him. When you finally gathered the courage to take a chance, you realized it was too late, or perhaps it was never meant to be. But then, five years later, you discover that the guy you fell for is now your mysterious fiancé!
There's a certain kind of ache that comes from loving someone who will never love you back. It's not sharp or fleeting like the sting of betrayal. No, it's deeper-like an endless echo in the hollow spaces of your chest. That was the kind of love I carried for him, a quiet storm I couldn't escape.
I met Liam when I was nineteen, still young enough to believe that love, if pure enough, could conquer anything. He wasn't perfect, not in the way fairy tales describe. But his imperfections were what drew me to him-the way his eyes seemed to hold secrets, the way he laughed like the world was his to take, the way he made me feel seen even when I was drowning in my own invisibility.
But that was the cruel irony of it all. I loved him with everything I had, but to him, I was just a friend. A confidante. Someone he could share his dreams with, never realizing that my dream was standing right in front of me. I listened to stories of the girls he dated, gave him advice when he was heartbroken, and stayed silent when his happiness with someone else felt like shards of glass in my heart.
I tried to move on. God knows I tried. But every time I thought I had buried my feelings deep enough, they'd resurface like weeds, relentless and unyielding. Loving Liam was like trying to hold water in my hands-futile and exhausting. And yet, I couldn't stop.
One night, after years of swallowing my feelings, I finally worked up the courage to tell him. I rehearsed the words over and over, clinging to the fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, he'd see me the way I saw him. But by the time I reached him, he was holding someone else's hand, his eyes lit up with the kind of love I had prayed for. It was too late.
I left that chapter of my life behind-or so I thought. I buried my feelings for Liam in the darkest corners of my heart and walked away, vowing to never let myself fall into the trap of unrequited love again.
But fate, with its cruel sense of humor, had other plans.
Five years later, as I stared at the engagement ring on my finger and the name on the contract in front of me, I felt the world tilt. The man I had spent years trying to forget, the one who had unknowingly broken me, was now my fiancé.
Liam.
How do you love someone who has already broken your heart once? How do you prepare yourself to face the very person who defined and destroyed what love meant to you?
This is my story-the price of loving him.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
She was a world-renowned divine doctor, the CEO of a publicly traded company, the most formidable female mercenary, and a top-tier tech genius. Marissa, a titan with a plethora of secret identities, had hidden her true stature to marry a seemingly impoverished young man. However, on the eve of their wedding, her fiance, who was actually the lost heir to a wealthy dynasty, called off the engagement and subjected her to degradation and mockery. Upon the revelation of her concealed identities, her ex-fiance was left stunned and desperately pleaded for her forgiveness. Standing protectively before Marissa, an incredibly influential and fearsome magnate declared, "This is my wife. Who would dare try to claim her?"
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Five years ago, Alessia La Rosa's life took a drastic turn when, suffering from memory loss, she wed to Dominic Carter under her grandfather's mysterious arrangement. But their marriage was a facade, bringing her only humiliation and heartache as Dominic showed no love, and she couldn't conceive. Upon discovering Dominic's infidelity, Alessia sought liberation through divorce. Yet, fate had more in store for her. Five years later, spurred by an anonymous email hinting at her lost child's whereabouts, she returns to the city with her twin babies in tow, determined to uncover the truth. As she navigates the tangled web of her past, a surprising twist awaits. Dominic, upon meeting her again, finds himself drawn to the woman she has become, unaware of her true identity as his former wife. Little does he know, the woman he's falling for is not only his ex-wife but also a powerful Doctor and Master Hacker.