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**Title: Fractured Home** Lena, a 28-year-old woman, has always struggled to hold onto the illusion of a perfect family. But the cracks in her parents' marriage can no longer be ignored. Her father, once her hero, has been cheating on her mother for years-whispers, late-night calls, unexplained absences. The betrayal festers in their home like a sickness, poisoning every interaction. Her mother, broken but refusing to confront the truth, drowns in denial, while Lena burns with quiet rage. She wants to scream at her father, to shake her mother awake, to force them all to face the ugly reality. But fear keeps her silent-fear of shattering what little stability remains. Now, caught between loyalty and disgust, Lena must decide: does she keep pretending for the sake of peace, or does she force the truth into the light-even if it destroys her family forever?
Lena traced the delicate floral pattern on her grandmother's bone china teacup. It was a relic of a bygone era, a symbol of the perfect family image her mother, Eleanor, so desperately clung to. The irony wasn't lost on her. This family, this home, was as fragile as this cup, riddled with invisible cracks threatening to shatter the whole facade. Eleanor hummed a tuneless melody as she meticulously arranged a plate of cucumber sandwiches, the crusts, of course, meticulously removed. It was a Tuesday, ritualistic tea time, a tradition designed to project an air of effortless domesticity.
"More tea, darling?" Eleanor's voice was high and bright, a little too bright, like a stage actress playing a role. Lena forced a smile. "Please." The floral fragrance of the Earl Grey did little to soothe the knot in her stomach. The air in the sun-drenched living room felt thick with unspoken accusations, whispers that clung to the expensive wallpaper like cobwebs. She could practically taste the bitterness, a metallic tang of betrayal on her tongue. Her father, Robert, was late. Again. "He's just held up at the office," Eleanor said, as if reading Lena's thoughts. Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second, a fleeting glimpse of the pain hidden beneath the carefully applied lipstick. Lena didn't reply. "Held up at the office" had become their generic excuse, a convenient phrase used to paper over the growing chasm between her parents. Lena knew better. The late-night calls, the vaguely scented cologne clinging to his shirts, the hushed conversations he quickly ended when she entered the room – they all pointed to one, undeniable truth. Robert was a liar. And Eleanor, for reasons Lena couldn't fathom, was choosing to live in a fantasy. The doorbell chimed, shattering the forced tranquility. Lena felt a surge of adrenaline, mixed with a strange sense of morbid curiosity. Would he bring flowers? Would he offer a weak apology? Would he even acknowledge the elephant in the room, the other woman whose shadow loomed over their home? But it wasn't Robert. A delivery man stood on the porch, holding a large bouquet of lilies. "For Mrs. Eleanor Harding?" he asked, confirming the address. Eleanor's eyes widened. "For me? There must be some mistake." Lena took the bouquet, the heavy scent of lilies filling her nostrils. There was no card. "Maybe they're from Dad," she offered, but the words sounded hollow even to her own ears. Eleanor's smile was strained. "Yes, of course. How thoughtful of him." She took the flowers and hurried to arrange them in a vase, turning her back to Lena. Lena watched her mother, her shoulders slumped slightly, and felt a wave of conflicting emotions: pity, anger, and a desperate urge to protect her. But protect her from what? From the truth? Or from the pain of facing it? As Eleanor fussed with the lilies, Lena's phone buzzed. A text from her best friend, Chloe: "Drinks tonight? I need to vent about Mark's commitment issues." Lena typed back: "Can't. Family stuff. Again." Chloe replied instantly: "Ugh, Harding family dramatics. Sorry, babe." Lena sighed. Everyone saw it. Everyone knew. Except, perhaps, for the one person who should. The sound of a car pulling into the driveway made Lena jump. Robert. He was home. He entered the living room with a forced smile, his suit slightly rumpled. "Sorry I'm late, darling. Long day." He kissed Eleanor on the cheek, a perfunctory gesture that lacked warmth. "Lilies," he said, noticing the bouquet. "Lovely. From me, of course." He winked at Lena, but his eyes held a flicker of something that looked suspiciously like guilt. The lie hung in the air, thick and suffocating. Lena wanted to scream, to expose him, to shatter the porcelain illusion of their perfect family. But she didn't. She couldn't. Not yet. Instead, she took a deep breath and asked, "How was work, dad?"
Lindsey's fiancé was the devil's first son. Not only did he lie to her but he also slept with her stepmother, conspired to take away her family fortune, and then set her up to have sex with a total stranger. To get her lick back, Lindsey decided to find a man to disrupt her engagement party and humiliate the cheating bastard. Never did she imagine that she would bump into a strikingly handsome stranger who was all that she was currently looking for. At the engagement party, he boldly declared that she was his woman. Lindsey thought he was just a broke man who wanted to leech off her. But once they began their fake relationship, she realized that good luck kept coming her way. She thought they would part ways after the engagement party, but this man kept to her side. "We gotta stick together, Lindsey. Remember, I'm now your fiancé. " "Domenic, you're with me because of my money, aren't you?" Lindsey asked, narrowing her eyes at him. Domenic was taken aback by that accusation. How could he, the heir of the Walsh family and CEO of Vitality Group, be with her for money? He controlled more than half of the city's economy. Money wasn't a problem for him! The two got closer and closer. One day, Lindsey finally realized that Domenic was actually the stranger she had slept with months ago. Would this realization change things between them? For the better or worse?
She thought she was the love of his life, and he became the love of her life that fateful day she had seen him at the pack's party. Selene Grace was only a replica of Alpha Leo's real mate, and when he spotted her, Leo immediately claimed her as his Luna in order to suppress the rumors of him being mateless. Being unable to conceive turns Selene's marriage into a nightmare, and as if that wasn't enough, Alpha Leo finally reunites with his long time lover and mate, rejecting a pregnant Selene as a result. 5 years later, Selene, a now successful doctor, receives an invitation to the moon shadow pack in order to rid the pack of a deadly disease which has struck it. Will Selene return back to the pack which had caused her so much pain, and what would she do when she realizes that she is mated to the Alpha who had betrayed her in the past?
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
In her previous life, Kimberly endured the betrayal of her husband, the cruel machinations of an evil woman, and the endless tyranny of her in-laws. It culminated in the bankruptcy of her family, and ultimately, her death. After being reborn, she resolved to seek retribution against those who had wronged her, and ensure her family's prosperity. To her shock, the most unattainable man from her past suddenly set his sights on her. "You may have overlooked me before, but I shall capture your heart this time around."
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!