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Amelia Miller, a simple woman who was supposed to marry Ethan Blackwell-the CEO of the renowned Blackwell fashion brand-was instead left at the altar with nothing but a letter of apology. Humiliated by the failed wedding, Amelia tried to call Ethan, but all access to him was cut off, and it was as if he had vanished in a single day. Their two-year relationship crumbled into a massive question mark. But what shocked her even more was when she found a picture of Ethan looking intimate with another woman.
Amelia Miller couldn't remember the last time she felt this nervous, her knuckles numb as she clutched the edge of the veil draping perfectly beneath the delicate crown resting on her head.
This was the day she had been waiting for. Standing in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection with a small smile, she suddenly felt like everything was just a dream.
She was getting married today. The long-awaited day for both her and her beloved-Ethan Blackwell-had finally arrived. The white lace gown had initially felt heavy on her slender frame, but with every passing second leading up to the ceremony, her racing heart overshadowed any discomfort she felt in the dress.
Outside, the church bells chimed softly, signaling that the moment was drawing near. Her best friend, Lydia, entered the room with a bright face. "Are you ready?" Lydia asked with a smile, though her voice carried a hint of uncertainty.
Noticing the fragile smile on Amelia's lips, Lydia stepped closer and gently rubbed her shoulder. "Come on, we practiced walking in this dress yesterday. What's making you so nervous?"
The faint unease Amelia had felt for the past three days leading up to the wedding was something she had tried to suppress. The reality of getting married had drowned out any worries or doubts about Ethan. And yet, he hadn't called her directly in the last three days either.
Amelia shook off the negative thoughts. Ethan was just busy. He was the CEO of a famous fashion brand, after all. Of course, a wedding like this took up a lot of his time. She nodded and looked at her best friend brightly, forcing herself to stay positive.
"Just a little nervous," Amelia replied, flashing a wider smile. "I'm ready."
As she stepped out into the church aisle, the wedding guests stood, all eyes fixed on her. Most of them were Ethan's colleagues-wealthy and influential people whom she only knew by name. Amelia felt small among them, as if she didn't belong there.
It wasn't a new feeling. Ethan's family-his parents, even-were people she had barely, if ever, met until today. Ethan had always said they were too busy and would only attend the wedding. But now...
As Amelia lifted her gaze, standing in the center of the church, she saw the long carpet leading to the altar, where only a lone priest stood-without Ethan by his side. Her smile vanished.
The solemn church piano echoed through the room. Some guests looked at her in confusion, concern etched on their faces, as if willing her to believe that Ethan, who should be standing next to the priest, was simply running late. But he wasn't there.
Where was Ethan?
She turned to the priest, her expression full of uncertainty. He simply nodded slowly, as if asking her to wait. A few guests started whispering, their hushed voices like needles piercing her ears.
"Where is he?" she whispered to Lydia, who now stood beside her.
Lydia looked panicked. "Maybe he's running late because of something-I'll check."
Lydia hurried out, leaving Amelia standing alone. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the anxiety crawling up her throat. She scanned the crowd, hoping someone would provide answers. But they only stared back-some with pity, others with mocking smirks.
Minutes passed like an eternity before Lydia returned, her face pale. In her hands was a small white envelope. She handed it to Amelia without saying a word.
Amelia's fingers trembled as she opened the envelope. Inside was a small note, Ethan's neat handwriting filling the page.
"Amelia, I can't do this. I'm sorry. I know this is painful, but I have to be honest with myself. Please forget me."
Amelia's world collapsed. She staggered back, nearly falling if Lydia hadn't caught her. A soft murmur rippled through the crowd as they watched her, their gazes heavy with judgment. The priest looked on with concern.
"What happened?"
Amelia's hearing faded, drowned out by the suffocating stares around her. Lydia called her name, but Amelia could only focus on breathing, trying to pull herself together.
From the wide-open church doors, a swarm of reporters and journalists-whether from fashion magazines or online tabloids-flooded the room. Their cameras flashed, capturing Amelia's pale face, frozen in shock.
Dear God, what was Ethan thinking?
A voice suddenly rose from the far end of the church. "Leave! Everyone, leave! The wedding is canceled. Canceled!"
Guests turned to each other, murmuring in confusion, their whispers filling the grand hall with ridicule. Amelia was too weak to stand and stop her mother from causing a scene.
"Amelia, what should we do? Is this really over?" Lydia asked, panicked. The priest clicked his tongue.
"Try contacting the groom. We need to confirm if this sacrament should truly be annulled." His voice was calm, but to Amelia, it was nothing more than a death sentence for her wedding.
"Amelia, get up." Lydia tried to help her stand straight, but Amelia could only stare blankly at the altar-the place that should have been the beginning of her happiness.
Her mother approached, face red with fury. "Didn't I warn you? Men like Ethan will never be serious about a girl like you. Look at what you've done to our family! His parents aren't even here!" Her voice was loud enough for nearby guests to hear.
Amelia wanted to respond, to tell her mother that this wasn't her fault. But her voice was gone, buried beneath the humiliation and heartbreak.
Then, a guest stepped forward, holding up a phone. She showed something to Lydia, who immediately froze.
"What is it?" Amelia croaked. Lydia hesitated, but Amelia snatched the phone from her hands.
In an instant, her world shattered again.
The screen displayed a photo-grainy, taken in a rush, but clear enough to show Ethan pressing a tender kiss to another woman's temple.
A gut-wrenching sensation punched through Amelia's stomach, leaving her paralyzed.
After three days of silence, this was what she got from Ethan? But... why?
"Amelia, maybe this is just a misunderstanding," Lydia tried to console her.
Amelia didn't reply. She handed the phone back and slowly walked out of the church. Every step felt heavier than the last, but she knew there was no reason to stay any longer.
Outside, the rain had begun to fall. The droplets soaked her dress, turning the pure white fabric into a dull gray. But she didn't care. She kept walking, leaving the church, the stares, and the dreams she once held onto.
She stopped at the edge of the road, rain mixing with the tears streaming down her face. The wedding gown she had once envisioned as a symbol of happiness now felt like an unbearable weight.
Unbeknownst to her, from the distant shadows of the church parking lot, Ethan sat behind the wheel of his car-with the same woman by his side, gently caressing his leg. Watching the heartbreak unfold, relishing a moment Amelia would never even know about.
Knowing she had been deceived and nearly assaulted, Serena Blooms almost believed she would never be saved. In the midst of her desperation, a miracle came like a tsunami: Edgar Graham, the heartthrob famous across America for his success in running the brand The Lux, arrived and accidentally became her savior. Serena, struggling to recover from the shock of the incident, begged Edgar to lend her his embrace for a moment to calm herself. Even though it was just an embrace, Edgar remained indifferent. And what Serena never knew was that from that moment on, Edgar demanded more than just a thank-you.
Amara Reyes' trauma resurfaced when she met Sebastian Cole, a mafia who had saved her from an attack at Lady Lilie's art exhibition. During the attack, the exhibition lights went out, and someone pulled her from the darkness. Amara panicked, thinking she was being kidnapped again, but it turned out to be Cole who had saved her. Amara thanked him but left immediately because she felt uncomfortable being near Cole. However, when Cole held her back and asked, "Where have you been?" Amara ran away. She found Cole strange for suddenly asking such a question, unaware that Cole had finally found his wife who had been missing for almost three months since that fateful night.
Eveline Amber finds herself in dire straits after she accepts a fake marriage contract with Nolan Wellington. With just a bank check promised by her high school friend Nolan, Eve agrees, thinking that the money from this job will be enough to bail out her father who is in prison. Unfortunately, it's not as simple as that. Eve gets involved in a scandal with Danny-Nolan's philandering brother-and meets Lizette, who both want to seize the Wellington family's sacred will. As an aristocratic family of the '70s, the family's complicated conflicts leave Eve trapped in a choice that is not favorable at all. Especially when Nolan's father finds out that Eveline's mother is a former stripper with whom he had an affair. This problem is compounded by the fact that Nolan was tricked into paying off his father's debts through the will. Both Nolan and Eve's lives are in big trouble. Especially when Nolan starts to secretly fall in love with Eve.
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Eliana was framed by her best friend and her fiance into sleeping with a boy toy in the club and getting impregnated by him. Five years after she had given birth to twins, she returned home and worked under the Moran Group, where she met the CEO-- Maurice. Maurice was a brilliant businessman who did his job well. But in order to stay under the radar, he lived a double life. One as Maurice, and one as Preston. Fate brought the two together again, roping them in on an exciting love story. It all became more complicated when Eliana faced Preston, the man she had slept with before, once again. Now that she was being pursued by two men, how could she ever choose? When would Eliana uncover the secret of Maurice's identity? When was Maurice going to know that he already had two children of his own? How would Eliana face this man when the truth came to light one day? Come and find out.
Marriage was a bed of thorns for Stella. She lived like an overworked and unhappy slave for six years in her matrimonial home. One day, her uncaring husband, Waylon said to her, "Ayla will be back soon. You have to move out tomorrow." "I want a divorce," responded Stella. She left without shedding a tear or trying to change Waylon's stone-cold heart. Days after their divorce, they met again. Stella was in the arms of another man. Waylon's blood boiled at the sight of her looking so happy. "So, you couldn't even wait a while before jumping into another man's arms?" he queried distastefully. "And who are you to question my decision? It's my life, so I call the shots. Stay out of my business!" Stella fired at him before turning to look at her new man with shiny eyes. Waylon immediately lost it.
Melanie married Ashton out of gratitude, but she quickly found herself entangled in a web of relentless challenges. Despite these struggles, she stayed true to her commitment to the marriage. In the hospital room, Ashton indifferently attempted to draw her blood, disregarding her discomfort. This callous act was a harsh revelation for Melanie, awakening her to the grim reality of their relationship. Resolved to prioritize her own welfare, she decided to sever ties. With newfound resolve, Melanie filed for divorce. In the process, she unveiled her concealed identities, leaving everyone in shock. Throughout these turbulent times, Melanie realized that Derek, Ashton’s uncle, had been discreetly protecting her all along.
Warning! Mature Contents! ***Excerpt*** "You belong to me, Sheila. I alone am capable of making you feel this way. Your moans and body belong to me. Your soul and your body are all mine!" *** Alpha Killian Reid, the most dreaded Alpha in all of the North, wealthy, powerful and widely feared in the supernatural world, was the envy of all other packs. He was thought to have it all... power, fame, wealth and favour from the moon goddess, little was it known to his rivals that he has been under a curse, which has been kept a secret for so many years, and only the one with the gift of the moon goddess can lift the curse. Sheila, the daughter of Alpha Lucius who was an arch enemy to Killian, had grown up with so much hatred, detest and maltreatment from her father. She was the fated mate to Alpha Killian. He refused to reject her, yet he loathed her and treated her poorly, because he was in love with another woman, Thea. But one of these two women was the cure to his curse, while the other was an enemy within. How would he find out? Let's find out in this heart racing piece, filled with suspense, steamy romance and betrayal.
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.