At the annual Evans Jewelry launch event, Tessa Sanders shoved me so hard I hit the ground with a thud. Before I could even process the pain, she lifted her foot and slammed her four-inch stiletto into my swollen belly.

Synopsis: When Zackary Spencer was young, a fortune-teller told him that he would be lost in love. Zackary snorted disdainfully and didn't care. Then, on that drizzly day, holding the urn, he knew it was Penelope Sullivan he lost. Penelope always thought that love was simple. When people fell in love, they were happy. Then, Penelope was sent to prison by Zackary. When she was dying, Zackary was in love with another woman. Penelope finally understood that love was just an illusion. Penelope's life started over again. A wealthy president protected her all along, the best actor pursued her, and a thoughtful man sang love songs for her. Penelope's ex-husband showed up and exclaimed, "Stay away from Penelope. She is mine!"

My heart shattered, but I refused to let it show. Kayden and Francis, my oldest friends, those who once swore they'd always protect me, stood across from me, cold and unyielding, with Sharon nestled between them, wide-eyed and innocent as ever.

The night before our wedding, my legs, paralyzed from the accident I'd suffered saving Jack Thompson, finally healed. I was flooded with relief and excitement. I couldn't wait to run to him and share the good news. But when I found him, I walked straight into a nightmare.

The day I was supposed to try on my wedding dress with my boyfriend of seven years, I rushed to the bridal boutique, heart racing with excitement. But as soon as I walked in, I froze.

I needed Rodney the most after a car accident left me miscarrying, but instead, he ditched me at the hospital, saying there was some "emergency" at work. That night, I got a photo, Rodney kissing someone. I recognized them immediately: him and Macey Brown, his stepsister. I didn't ask questions. I just deleted the photo.

The moment my husband's ex, Lindsay, flaunted a property deed online, my marriage to James began to crumble. "Choosing the right man means choosing the right future," she captioned, while I fired back, "It's always better to rely on yourself." James called, screaming, "Stop causing trouble!" as Lindsay sobbed in the background.

CHAPTERS His unwanted wife, the world’s coveted genius – Sneak Peek In the evening, heavy rain poured over Owathe as Belinda Wright made her way to Dream Club. She was soaked through, but somehow managed to keep the cake she held untouched by the downpour. Upon reaching the entrance to the private room, Belinda nudged the door open slightly. “Verena, throughout the three years you vanished, not once did Lucas cease his search for you. And now, you are finally back!” Hearing those words from inside the room, Belinda froze mid-step. Verena? The same Verena Reed who used to be Lucas Clark’s girlfriend? “But hasn’t Lucas already gotten married?” asked a soft female voice. “Ah, Verena, there’s no need to concern yourself with that woman Lucas married. Lucas was coerced into that marriage by his father, who threatened to kill you if Lucas didn’t comply. Lucas married that woman only to protect you.” “Really?” Verena’s doubt was evident in her voice. “Absolutely! Why else would Lucas choose someone like Belinda? She’s so unappealing and overweight. Besides, she’s an illegitimate daughter. Marrying her was Lucas’s way of annoying his father, of getting back at him!” Outside the private room, Belinda felt a chill run through her. Her complexion drained of color as the words sank in. Recalling the night when Lucas had proposed, she remembered how her heart had soared with joy. She had been blissfully unaware of the harsh truth. She had believed herself incredibly fortunate, never realizing she was merely a pawn in a revenge plot. Explore fresh tales at g aln ov el s ; com It turned out Lucas had only married her because she was, in their cruel eyes, ugly and fat. Belinda couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, her body wavering slightly as she stood frozen in place. She clenched the door handle tightly to steady herself. “Speaking of Belinda, it has been five hours since she left. It’s doubtful she’ll ever show up. Delight Desserts is way out in the eastern suburbs, and just getting there and back takes more than three hours. Besides, that place is notorious for its long queues. Surely, Belinda isn’t foolish enough to go there.”

“Someone help me! I’m being attacked!” The desperate screams of Linda Harris filled the air, drawing an increasing crowd of onlookers to the scene. Hadley Pearson stood at the top of the staircase, her gaze fixed on Linda, who lay crumpled at the bottom. A look of utter confusion washed over Hadley as she stared down at her own hands, completely bewildered. Murmuring to herself, Hadley said, “How could this have happened… Why did Linda collapse so suddenly?” “What’s going on here?” Today marked the Flynn family’s grand banquet, and the estate was bustling with guests. Those who heard the commotion quickly encircled Linda, who was sprawled out from her fall down the stairs. “What’s going on? How did she end up falling?” “Look up there. She…” Struggling through her pain, Linda managed to lift her head and look up towards where Hadley stood. It was then that the gathered crowd pieced together the apparent events. “Hadley pushed Linda!” “Good heavens! Hadley, regardless of your feelings towards Linda, such harshness is unthinkable! And she’s expecting a child!” “You’ve crossed the line!” “No, that’s not true…” As the accusations flew, Hadley’s complexion turned pale, and she vehemently shook her head in denial. She tried to assert her innocence, insisting she hadn’t pushed Linda. However, her pleas fell on deaf ears. “Make way!” A commanding male voice disrupted the gathering, asserting his presence authoritatively. That voice belonged to Eric Flynn, Hadley’s new husband, though their marriage had lasted only a brief period. Check what’s new on “Eric…” A wave of relief washed over Hadley as she turned to him for support. Yet, as Eric’s eyes met hers, they were sharp and accusing. “You hurt her!” “I didn’t!” Hadley protested, her denial forceful as she shook her head desperately. “I wasn’t the one…” “Then who did?” Eric asked, his disbelief evident. His look of disdain and anger was directed squarely at Hadley, his features twisted in revulsion. “Are you suggesting Linda threw herself down the stairs? You’re known to be overbearing. Haven’t you been antagonizing her all this time? Must I remind you of all the incidents?” Eric continued. Hadley remained motionless. The severity in her husband’s voice rendered her speechless. Cradling her stomach, Linda leaned on Eric, her voice faint. “Eric, it’s so painful. It really hurts!” “Linda?” Eric’s grandmother, Nyla Flynn, approached, alarmed. “What has happened here?” she demanded. “There’s blood!” someone in the crowd exclaimed. “Look, she’s bleeding!” Beneath Linda, a crimson stain was expanding steadily. Clutching at Eric’s neck, Linda broke down in tears. “Eric! My baby! Help my baby…” “Don’t worry!” Eric tried to reassure her, but his face betrayed his own fear as panic set in. “We need to get to the hospital immediately!” Swiftly lifting Linda into his arms, Eric’s eyes met Hadley’s with a harsh, accusing stare. “If anything happens to the baby, you’ll regret it…” He left the sentence hanging, then swiftly turned away, carrying Linda towards help. At that moment, ensuring Linda and her unborn child’s safety was Eric’s only concern. Nyla looked at Hadley with a mix of disappointment and disbelief, struggling to find the words. “Hadley, how could you—” “Nyla…” Hadley barely started to respond when Nyla turned her back and walked away. Suddenly, the crowd began to thin out. Ignored by everyone, Hadley found herself aimlessly returning to her room, lost in a fog of confusion.

"When a 50% pay cut was just the beginning of the betrayal..." Ryan Gallagher thought building an empire with his fiancée Vivian Lancaster was their forever love story—until the day her crimson stilettos crushed both his salary and decade-long devotion. As Vivian showers her young protege Ethan with Porsches and promotions, Ryan discovers their startup's financial crisis hides darker secrets: embezzled funds, fabricated DUI charges, and a pregnancy test that's actually a boardroom trap. Now stripped of his CFO title and framed for corporate espionage, Ryan must outplay the masters of manipulation. With a leaked offshore account recording and a cloud backup of smoking-gun evidence, he turns Vivian's own financial ledgers into weapons. But when a courthouse bloodbath exposes lethal stakes, the ultimate revenge may cost more than just a ruined company—it could demand both their souls.

It was New Year's Eve, and I was five months pregnant when the hospital called me in for an emergency C-section.

“Elliana, remember what I told you. Until you turn twenty, never show your beauty or your talents.” For fifteen years, Elliana Marsh had lived by her mother’s final words. She kept herself plain and acted ignorant—just to blend into the background. But today was her twentieth birthday. She was ready to let go of the old Elliana and show the world her true self. She filled the tub with warm water, added bath salts, and placed her makeup remover nearby. Just as she started undressing for a long, relaxing soak to wash off the ugly makeup, a loud knock shattered the peace. Irritated, she threw on a robe and opened the door. Melody Ahmed, the maid, stood there, her nose in the air as usual. “Elliana, what are you sneaking around in here for? It’s Miss Jones’s wedding day. If you don’t show up, people will start whispering and tarnish the Jones family’s image. Go to the front hall, now!” Elliana smirked derisively. This maid had never been polite to her. The accusation of “sneaking around” was hardly accurate. In truth, she had been confined to the back room for fifteen years, ever since her mother’s death. After her mother’s passing, her stepmother, Kiara Jones, along with her father and Kiara’s illegitimate daughter, Paige Jones, had swiftly joined the Jones family and taken over everything. The worst part? Not even her father, Darin Jones, treated her the way she deserved. “I’ll go change,” Elliana said calmly. Melody scoffed. “What’s the point? With that ugly face of yours, no dress can save you. Move it! The Evans family’s already here. The City Hall staff is on-site to register the marriage between Mr. Evans and Miss Jones. Mrs. Jones wants everyone present for the big moment.” Elliana’s lips curled into a cold smile. The Evans family was the most powerful in Ublento. Cole Evans, their heir, was a business genius. Paige was the city’s favorite socialite. Of course, their engagement had been all over the news. People called them a perfect couple, a match made in heaven. Every compliment in the book was used to describe them. Social media was going wild. Everyone was eagerly waiting for their grand wedding. Kiara made it sound proper and grand, but Elliana knew the truth—she was simply dragged out to watch Paige shine. Elliana changed quickly and followed Melody to the front hall. The Jones family’s residence looked like a palace, decked out in over-the-top luxury to celebrate Paige’s big day. Everyone in the room wore elegant outfits, except for Elliana. She stood out like a sore thumb in a cheap white T-shirt, ripped jeans, and hideous makeup. She didn’t just clash with the scene—she crashed it. Kiara was chatting with Cole’s grandfather, Ruben Evans, when Elliana walked in. Kiara paused and then put on her usual fake smile. “Elliana, I got you a beautiful new dress. Why didn’t you wear it?” Elliana inwardly rolled her eyes. As if Kiara ever did anything for her. She used to fake being clueless and play along with Kiara’s charade, but now she was done with these games. She didn’t bother replying to Kiara. Instead, she turned to Ruben and gave a polite nod. “Hello, Mr. Evans.” Ruben chuckled. “Well, Elliana, you’ve certainly got your own style these days.” Elliana ran a hand through her messy wig. She hadn’t expected him to be so tolerant. At least he wasn’t calling her a disaster. Her eyes naturally drifted to the man beside Ruben. She’d noticed him the moment she stepped in. From his posture and presence, she could tell—this had to be Cole, the mysterious heir rarely seen in public. Seeing him up close was something else. Tall, sharp, and ridiculously handsome. He looked like he’d stepped straight out of a romance novel. She couldn’t help but stare just a little too long. “Look at Elliana,” Melody sneered, her voice loud on purpose. “Ugly as hell, yet she dares to drool over Paige’s fiancé. What a joke. With that face, even looking at Mr. Evans is a crime.” Melody was clearly following Kiara’s silent orders. Paige leaned closer to Cole, clinging to his arm as though claiming her prize. “It’s fine. Cole’s amazing. It’s only natural that other women like him.” Paige didn’t see Elliana as a threat at all. In fact, she wanted Elliana to chase after him. It made her feel even more superior—like she had already won. Darin’s face twisted in anger as he snarled at Elliana, “What a disgrace. Get out of here!” Elliana dragged over a chair with one leg and dropped into it casually, right across from Cole. Cole didn’t flinch. His face remained blank, cold as stone. Ruben cleared his throat awkwardly and turned to the City Hall staff members. “Let’s check if we missed any documents for the marriage registration.” “Of course.” The City Hall members opened their laptops and checked for any missing materials. A moment later, one of them froze and looked at Cole hesitantly. “Mr. Evans… The system says you’re already married. Your wife is listed as Ms. Elliana Marsh.” “Wait, what?” Gasps filled the room. Elliana’s eyes went wide. Shock hit her like a slap. She was married? And to Cole Evans, no less? But she had no idea how.

A woman was being rushed into the ER, her condition critical—ruptured corpus luteum, massive bleeding. I stood there holding the consent form, scanning the room for a family member to sign.

When my 7-year-old son got bitten by a snake, I didn’t waste a second. I rushed him straight to the hospital where my older son works, praying they could save him.

She gave him five years of her life—becoming the perfect wife, the quiet shadow of the woman he never forgot. Until the day she saw it with her own eyes: her husband, Vincent Jones, walking into a hotel with his first love. And later, calmly telling her he was “busy with a business dinner.” That was the moment Hannah Scott stopped believing in love. No tears. No begging. Just a signed divorce agreement—and a deal with her cold, calculating mother-in-law that traded silence for billions in property. Everyone thought she was just a forgotten housewife, discarded and irrelevant. They were wrong. Hannah was once the brilliant founder of Nova Tech, a company built to protect women’s safety—before she abandoned everything for a marriage that was never hers to begin with. But walking away isn’t the same as disappearing. Her return drags her back into a collapsing company, a ruthless business war, and a past she tried to bury. Her ex-husband starts circling closer, acting like the divorce never happened. And the man who once replaced her heart with silence… now refuses to let her go. In a world built on betrayal, lies, and power games, Hannah is no longer the woman who stayed. She is the woman who leaves—and takes everything back with her.