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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.
Aria Castellano never expected that filling in for her friend as a guest server at an exclusive private party would change her life. A dedicated art teacher at a children's school, she only meant to help. But that night, she meets a dangerously charming man who can't take his eyes off her-and in a moment of reckless desire, they end up sharing a one-night stand. The next morning, Aria panics. The man was carrying a gun. And his name tag read: Luca DeLorenzo. Terrified, Aria flees while Luca is still asleep. But Luca is no ordinary man. He's a mafia heir-and he immediately orders someone to follow her. After what happened that night, a storm coming like a shadow. The life of Aria turns upside down, and Luca was not the only person who make it suffer. But also the baby that become the payment for what they did. Do Aria really want to make her baby become the mafia's prey? Or there is something that Luca want to do but still keeping it secret even from Aria?
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.
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.
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.
Anabel found out she was pregnant and dialed her husband's number to share the good news to him. They have been married for two years without a child. Desmond's mother had been accusing her of being barren and unproductive. When the call was picked, she was flabbergasted and broken. She was hearing a loud moan of feminine voice. "Ohh! Yeah! Don't stop fucking me! Fuck me harder baby!" accompanied with sound of skins slapping against the other. She went home to confront her husband and end up receiving a divorce paper. Desmond divorced him for a lady his mother was rooting. Few months later when he found out that his ex-wife is a billionaire heiress and she is pregnant with twins, he went crazy!
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Kaelyn devoted three years tending to her husband after a terrible accident. But once he was fully recovered, he cast her aside and brought his first love back from abroad. Devastated, Kaelyn decided on a divorce as people mocked her for being discarded. She went on to reinvent herself, becoming a highly sought-after doctor, a champion racer, and an internationally renowned architectural designer. Even then, the traitors sneered in disdain, believing Kaelyn would never find someone. But then the ex-husband’s uncle, a powerful warlord, returned with his army to ask for Kaelyn’s hand in marriage.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.