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Elsa is a stunningly beautiful and gentle young woman, often perceived as a soft and somewhat timid soul. On the other hand, Nicholas is like a regal and aloof prince, exuding an air of cold detachment while possessing unimaginable wealth and intelligence. Elsa believed that Cinderella stories only existed in fairy tales and that someone like Nicholas would never cross paths with her. However, a twist of fate binds them as secret lovers. Elsa is convinced that Nicholas only sees her as a means to satisfy his physical desires, and this belief compels her to consider escaping his grasp. But everything changes when she finds herself in grave danger. Nicholas’s despair and panic in the face of her peril reveal a side of him she never imagined—a fiercely protective and profoundly loving man. Only then does Elsa realize this domineering, icy prince has been in love with her all along…

“Hide! Hide!” I yelled, striking Greg violently in the butt. I sensed his astonishment but I didn’t give a damn. If he loved me, he'd understand I was in a precarious situation. “What the hell's happening?!” Greg screamed but I still pushed him into my wardrobe anyway as Fred's voice echoed through the house. I can't imagine the torment I'd face if I was caught in a relationship with a man. 7 years ago, I worked for the Richardson family with my mother and when I lost her to cancer, I decided to drop out of school. However, luck was on my side or so I thought. The Richardson adopted me as their own but when I thought my life was starting to get better, Fred the true son of the family came into my life. It went downhill from there. I became a sex toy for him and it even got worse when my adoptive father joined his son to make my life a misery. I became traumatic. Not even the sweetest prince charming could woo me into liking him. To hell with every man! I hated them all until Greg came along. He loved me more than I loved myself but what could I do? Both father and son of the Richardson family had issued me a stern warning to shut every man out – I was an exclusive property. Would I ever get a shot at true love when my life’s a living hell?

She felt that he was upset so she walked over to him, but didn’t know what to do.

Jack took out the stuff inside the document folder and put it in front of Stephanie. He read, "I have asked someone to check. The baby in your belly…”

He paused on purpose and looked at her meaningfully. Catching a flash of joy in her eyes, he sneered in his heart but maintained his poker face.

"The baby’s father is Steve. DNA Comparison shows 99% match.” He finished his sentence.

The face in front of him turned pale gradually. Stephanie lifted her head and laughed as if just heard a joke. "This is impossible. I didn’t…”

Jack interrupted her without any hesitation and explained indifferently, "Oh, yes. I kept his sperm and arranged an operation for you.”

"No…That’s not possible.” She lost her voice and covered her belly with her hands. Jack, however, didn’t waver and tossed the document to her.

Stephanie took the document with her trembling hands. She examined the data carefully, trying to prove it’s fake.

After a while, she raised her head and looked at him in a forced smile. "It…it’s all fake, right? Tell me this is a joke, please…I know, this… ”

Jack remained indifferent. He looked at her mercilessly and said, "You owe him a life. The baby is the compensation.”

She abandoned everything for a man. However, the man she loved cursed that her baby was a bastard and didn't deserve to live in this world. In order to save his lover, he regardless of her life and tortured her day and night. In the end, she fell firmly into the hell...

Would he regret it?

Christian Knight was about to marry Andrea Donovan and start a fresh life. Andrea was a gorgeous and respectable woman. She liked Christian since her college days but couldn’t muster the courage to express her feelings to him, as she knew that Christian was interested in Diana Roger, the mute girl.

Years later, destiny played cupid for Andrea and Christian, and their families fixed their marriage. Andrea was over the moon, and it was hard for her to believe that Christian was finally going to be her forever.


To escape the haunting nightmares and hallucinations about one particular woman, whom he thinks he has never met before, Christian agreed to marry Andrea as she was beautiful, smart, and a generous woman, completely compatible with his status, but little did he know that meeting with a stranger at the Coffee House will change everything for him.


What will happen when destiny plays its cards?

Would Christian be able to accept that he had been married before?

Will he choose his present over his past or follow his way back to his former wife?

Would Mishka be willing to give another chance to Christian or she has already moved on in her life?

Will their love pass the test of time and commitment to come out victorious or did their love story end long ago?

Follow the other half of Christian and Mishka’s tale to witness if second chances really exist or if healing a broken heart is beyond repair.

This book is a sequel to My Indian Wife and the book 1 is needed to be read before continuing this book

It is the story of twenty-three-year-old girl who falls for her twenty-nine-year-old married boss.

One unfortunate night when her boss calls her to pick him up from the bar at drunk state one thing leads to another making her pregnant with his baby.

When she finds out and prepares herself to tell to her boss the wife comes along with the announcement of counseling for their broken marriage and her alcoholic habits.

Nothing comes out as solution than resigning prior one month notice and leave.

When a botched attempt at love ends with Jake, Myra's crush of five years embracing an unknown woman at a party, fate allows her to meet and spend a night with a charming older stranger, Hart.

Believing that being with Hart will help her forget the pain of her failed love, Myra decides to take a second chance at love, only to be pulled into Hart's unordinary life filled with twists and struggles.

Just as Myra starts believing in fate again, Jake reappears in her life with a secret between their families: a secret she needs to fulfil.

Read along to find out who is the destined prince of Myra's love story!

I thought I would spend my whole life hiding behind a mask, until I read his words in Vogue: "The most beautiful faces aren't about perfection, but the light of the soul." Wasn't he talking about me?
Seven years ago, he was the gentle boy next door, and I was the scarred girl who hated her reflection.
Now, he's an internationally renowned photographer, and I'm still just a makeup artist painting scars on third-rate actors in cheap sets.
When photos of him with a supermodel topped the headlines, I got a private message from him: "That girl has always been you."
But a violent scandal from our past explodes online, turning our reunion into a living hell... This time, I'm tearing off the mask for good. Let the whole world see—this scar is the very reason he loves me.

Rule one: never love your stepbrother. Rule two: never trust a bad boy. I broke both.
The day Carter traded up and called me a "disgusting mistake," Liam—the most dangerous guy in school—knelt in the rubble of my life. "Want to make him pay?" he murmured, his grip firm on my chin. "I'll show you how."
It was supposed to be a game. But his lessons came with a secret: he'd been claiming me since the day he first slipped a mint candy into my hand.

I'm dead, trapped as a ghost who can only follow my husband around.

Watching him examine my dismembered corpse at the garbage dump, his coldness shattered my heart—this man couldn't even recognize his own wife's wedding ring. When I heard him tell someone that my death was "convenient, saved him the hassle of divorce," rage nearly tore my soul apart.

But when I followed him back to his car and saw him break down crying when he thought no one was watching...

He was Brett Wilson—every girl's dream on campus, yet he was obsessed with me, the coding "Ice Queen." When I proposed a "three-month relationship trial," he actually agreed? Learning to code for me, pulling all-nighters to debug algorithms, even skipping a crucial game to stay by my hospital bed… Everyone said I should be moved. But when I saw those unsaved flirty texts on his phone late at night, it hit me: Was any of this real, or just another game to satisfy his ego?

"I'm getting married. His name is Alex Ricci." Facing her ex-boyfriend Tyler's humiliation, Valeria blurts out a fake fiancé.

The next second, the legendary Italian racing prince Alessandro Ricci actually appears:
"My name is Alessandro Ricci. My friends call me Alex."

Tyler's face turns white instantly.

Until Alessandro publicly pours wine over Tyler's head—
"My wife made herself perfectly clear. You had your chance and threw it away."

Until everyone discovers she's actually a top F1 test analyst—
Tyler is completely speechless.

I died once, rotting away for seven years in the darkness of a basement, only to be reborn on the night I destroyed everyone's lives — but why is my stepbrother Maxwell, who should hate me to his core, looking at me with increasingly dangerous eyes?

In my past life, his hatred ran so deep he locked me away for seven years. In this life, I'm desperately trying to avoid him, to help him reconcile with Helen — so why does he keep finding excuses to get closer to me?

Eight years in that basement, and I can still smell the mold. Eight years of chains, beatings, and guards who treated me like an animal. The only kindness came from Damian—slipping me bread crusts and whispering, "Hang in there, Grace. I've got you."
I shot him when I escaped. Left him bleeding on that concrete floor without a backward glance. I had to. I was finally free, finally Grace again instead of just another lab rat. I had my Harvard acceptance letter and a future that was mine.
Except it wasn't. My stepsister somehow got hold of my test scores, my achievements, my entire identity. Suddenly, she was the genius heading to Harvard while my parents beamed with pride. "We're so proud of you, sweetheart."
And standing right beside her? Damian. Clean-cut now, designer clothes, playing the perfect "Yale golden boy." But those eyes—I'd know them anywhere. They weren't the dull gray of our captivity anymore. They were sharp, calculating, and fixed right on me.
He'd found me. After everything I'd done to escape him, to escape that life—he was here. The question was: had he come for revenge, or to drag me back into a cage where he was the only key?

I was supposed to become someone else's wife today.

Standing at the altar, facing my gentle fiancé, I struggled to say "I do" without meaning it. For three years, I had been trying to forget the one who would never come back—my first love, Shawn Mitchell.

The military said he died in combat. I cried until I had no tears left, and even learned to start over.

Until halfway through the wedding ceremony, I saw that familiar silhouette.

"That's Shawn! I'm certain that's Shawn!" I screamed frantically to my friend.

"Serena, honey," Brianna looked at me with concern, "maybe the wedding stress made you hallucinate..."

"It's not a hallucination!"

So I did the craziest thing of my life—in front of all the guests, wearing a blood-stained wedding dress, I chased him out of the church. I had to find the truth, even if it cost me everything.

I'm crouched on this fucking balcony clutching a pregnancy test, hands shaking like a leaf—two blazing red lines staring me in the face. I was such a goddamn fool thinking I'd tell Remy about our baby tonight. What a sick joke!
The banquet hall's roaring below and there's that bastard on stage, arm wrapped around Olivia, shouting "This winery has NO future without her!" Each word slams into me like a sledgehammer. TEN FUCKING YEARS! When he was drowning in debt, I sold every piece of Mom's jewelry to save his ass!
Then the son of a bitch hurls a box of abortion pills at me like I'm garbage: "Kill it, or Olivia's daddy pulls his money."
I'm glaring at that box and it hits me—ten years of my life pissed away on this piece of shit, and now even the innocent baby growing inside me is worth less than his blood money! I gave him everything and he's ready to murder our child for a fucking check!

Three years ago, the gentle boy in the library ignited my heart for the very first time.
A year later, I recognized that same face—Tristan, the president of the student council, the most radiant golden boy on campus.
Everyone envied me for possessing the perfect boyfriend.

Yet the truth is far crueler than I ever envisioned.

— The one I loved was never Tristan.
— The one I adored was his twin brother, Felix.

Now, I can finally hear the voices within their hearts.
Tristan’s inner self is cold and self-serving, while Felix harbors a profound affection for me that has lingered for three long years.

But when I reject Tristan, he will not relinquish his grasp easily.
Celeste—the childhood friend who has lingered in the shadows—has finally bared her fangs.
Her affections lie not with Tristan, but with Felix.

This tangled web of unrequited love has always been a meticulously crafted deception.
Now, I must make a choice—

As the Helix-7 virus devours our world, its 95% mortality rate suffocates me. Being the chief geneticist hasn't spared me from the crushing weight of desperation—I was inches from breaking until that blood-tinged howl echoed through the forest. There, I stumbled upon a black wolf standing four feet at the shoulder, its blood tests revealing something impossible: 100% immunity.

Then before my eyes, the wolf transformed into a naked youth, his amber eyes gazing at me with disarming innocence. I brought him back as Test Subject A-001, spending sleepless nights monitoring him, patiently teaching him, believing I'd captured humanity's salvation.

Only when his fingers tightened around my wrist and his now-deepened voice whispered, "I only want you," did the terrible truth dawn on me: had I been nurturing hope for mankind—or merely raising a predator with unfathomable patience?

My name is Emily, and at 25, I stood on the church bell tower in my white wedding dress, looking down at the horrified crowd below.

Everyone thought I'd lost my mind, including my stepbrother David who was about to become my husband. But only I knew this was the most lucid moment I'd had in ten years.

Ten years ago, when I was 15, David deliberately pushed me down the stairs, shattering my left leg and leaving me permanently disabled. Everyone called it an "accident." Everyone said I should "forgive." Everyone said David was good to me.

My best friend Sarah was the only person who truly loved and protected me. But on that stormy night, she died in a car crash trying to save me.

Now it was my turn. I was going to show the whole town David's true face, make everyone who protected him pay the price.

The wedding was being broadcast live, the entire town watching. When I played that surveillance footage from ten years ago, David's carefully crafted mask finally shattered.

"David, did I really disgust you that much? So much that you had to love me this way?"

The wind screamed around me as I heard Sarah calling for me.

This blood wedding would be my perfect revenge...

In the moment flames consumed her, Maya heard the cruelest truth—she had been betrayed by the one she loved most, sacrificed for an insurance fraud scheme.

Death was not the end.

Reborn seven days before her murder, Maya gets a second chance to change everything. Yet nothing prepares her for the shocking discovery: Connor, the brother she'd rejected and abandoned, has been her guardian all along—watching, controlling, protecting her with an obsession that borders on madness.

This isn't twisted control. This is love born from hell itself.

They say unrequited love hurts the most.

They have no idea.

Ten years. Ten years of stealing glances at Caspian Brooks across training pools, memorizing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, treasuring every casual touch like it was made of gold. Ten years of pretending friendship was enough while my heart bled every time he looked through me like I was invisible.

I thought if I was good enough, fast enough, loyal enough—maybe he'd see me. Really see me.

Then she walked in.

Anastasia Nova. Blonde hair like spun silk, accent like velvet, presence that could command a room with a single breath. I watched my best friend—the boy I'd loved since I was eight years old—transform into a stranger the moment she said his name. Watched him light up for her in ways he never had for me.

Five minutes. It took her five minutes to unravel ten years of my foolish, desperate hope.

But heartbreak was just the beginning......

I thought saving a wounded wolf was just another day on the job. I didn’t know he was him—the Alpha of all Alphas, the most feared power in the werewolf world.

When I became pregnant with his heir, they called it a crime. They poisoned me, left me for dead, and thought they’d erased me from history.

But here’s the thing about me—I’m not the kind of woman who stays buried......

In the year I was scraping by, I impersonated my sister to care for her fiancé, who had lost his sight, all for half a million.The day his sight returned, I left without a word.Our next encounter was at a business interview.I was an obscure intern reporter.His status restored; he was the young executive poised to inherit the Xavier Luxury Group.Reporter asked him: "We've heard that during your illness, your fiancée Miss Zimmerman stayed faithfully by your side, and the wedding bells are soon to chime?"With the hint of a smile and a ring revealed on his hand, he said, "Yes, we’re about to get engaged."Yet his gaze, behind the spectacles, drifted unintentionally to me, secluded in a corner.

I never imagined I'd fall in love with the man I was supposed to hate.

When I entered Atlas Montgomery's mansion to "pay off" my brother's medical debt, I believed I was just a desperate nursing student trading my skills for freedom. What I didn't know was that I was actually a spy, planted to destroy him.

Now I'm standing in his study, phone in my hand, finger hovering over send. One click and the photos of his private files will destroy everything—his reputation, his freedom, maybe even his life.

But it will also destroy mine.

Because somewhere between the lies and the longing, I fell hopelessly, desperately in love with my target.

The question is: when he discovers who I really am, will he forgive me?

Or will he make me pay for every moment I made him believe in love?

I died once, watching him leap to his death for me.

Reborn three years in the past, I decided to completely change the rules of the game.

"I'm going to marry Parker Ashford!" I declared publicly at his birthday party, ignoring everyone's shocked stares.

"You're insane? I'm a cripple..." He tried to push me away, but I wouldn't let him.

I climbed through his bathroom window, seeing him at his most vulnerable. "These scars are beautiful because they're part of you." I kissed his withered legs, feeling his body tremble.

"Don't look at me..." he begged through tears.

"Only I get to look, only I get to touch." I used a belt to bind him to his wheelchair. "You belong to me, Parker Ashford."

I was wearing my engagement dress, Tyler's diamond ring sparkling on my finger, accepting congratulations from everyone around me.

Until Sophie called, sobbing.

"Emma! Ryan collapsed coughing up blood!"

In that moment, my world came crashing down.

I abandoned a room full of guests, abandoned my fiancé Tyler, and rushed to the hospital like a madwoman. Tyler shouted my name behind me, his voice filled with desperation and fury.

"So when it really matters, you still choose him?"

Yes. Even though we share no blood, even though this love has been bound by social prejudice for 12 years, even though I'd already decided to marry Tyler—when Ryan's life was hanging in the balance, I still abandoned everything to run to him.

From moving into the Walsh house at 12, from falling for him at 15, from my drunken confession at 18 that he rejected—I've loved this man for 12 whole years. He's my stepbrother, my protector, and the one person I should never have fallen in love with...

He killed my parents, then saved me.

For five years, I called him Papa and carved up his enemies with grateful hands.

Until that woman claimed to carry his child—so I cut it from her belly myself.

This wasn't father-daughter love. This was the perfect revenge plot.

This wasn't salvation. This was exquisite torture.

When the truth ripped away every lie: my savior was the monster who destroyed everything I'd ever known.

Now it's my turn to raise the gun, aimed at the man I once worshipped.

Under the border blood moon, a daughter's bullet will pierce her father's heart.

Love and hate, salvation and revenge, victim and predator—when all lines blur, only blood can write the final answer.

I fell in love with my dead fiancé's face.

For two months, I believed Kieran had returned from the dead—scarred, memory-lost, but alive. I watched him fall for another woman, endured his cold rejections, and felt our mate bond remain forever severed.

Until I discovered the truth.

The man I'd been desperately trying to save wasn't Kieran at all. He was Declan Blackwood—Kieran's twin brother, the one who was supposed to be dead. The real Kieran was gone forever, murdered in a conspiracy that ran deeper than I ever imagined.

And the most fucked-up part?

The moment I learned who Declan really was......

I thought I was saving a homeless man. I had no idea I was falling in love with Wall Street's most dangerous player.

When I found Ryan digging through garbage, he couldn't use my washing machine or figure out the coffee maker—a perfect man who needed my care. But why did he speak French like a native? Why did expensive watches keep "accidentally" appearing in his belongings?

When my family business suddenly faced bankruptcy, he always showed up at the perfect moment with mysterious funds and flawless solutions. I started to suspect something, but it was too late—I was already deeply in love with this enigmatic man.

Until that night at New York's most luxurious engagement party, when the spotlight hit the stage: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome the second son of the Montgomery family—Ryan Montgomery!"

I stared at the stranger in a tuxedo on stage, that face I'd kissed countless times. He was the brother of Matthew Montgomery—the man I was supposed to marry!

Was it all calculated? Was my kindness just a pawn in their brothers' power game?

"I died once. I won't die twice."

My husband killed me. Me—his wife, his victim, his mistake. But I survived. This time, I'm not just a story. I'm the one writing it.

The system failed me. It protects monsters like him. But justice? That's mine to take.

Some women accept their fate. I'm rewriting mine.

I taught him how to love, and he used every lesson to win back another woman.

When I discovered Phoenix's time machine, I followed him eight months into the past—to a world where I never existed, where he looked at me like a stranger.

But in this twisted timeline, I found something impossible: Damian, alive and breathing, when in my world he'd already chosen death.

Now I'm trapped between saving the man I should love and the one I actually do, knowing that every choice could destroy innocent lives.

Because changing time isn't about second chances...

All Logan has to do is to get the gold and get the girl. Easy, right? Travel photographer Winter Knowles and archeology professor Logan Spencer dislike each other at first sight. Stuck together into the wild, these two unwilling teammates will bicker and banter their way through a laugh-packed treasure hunt. After years of searching, a new mapping technology has given Logan a clue to the location of the legendary Lost City of Gold. A discovery that could make his career. So the last thing he needs on this life-changing expedition is for his team to get distracted by a pair of long legs. When Winter accepted the assignment on a tropical island she didn’t sign up for a brooding team leader who’d clearly prefer to run a boys-only club. Never one to back down from a challenge, Winter is ready to show him she’s no damsel in distress. But when a treasure like no other is uncovered and ruthless enemies will want to keep it for themselves, it’ll be up to the two of them to save the day. Left alone to fight in the jungle, they will soon discover their lives might not be the only thing at stake—their hearts could be too. Get ready for the adventure of a lifetime. A fun read packed with danger, action, romance, and comedy. From Thailand with Love is part of a series of interconnected romantic comedies but can be read as a standalone novel as all the other books in the First Comes Love series.