Once, she was the queen of his world. The woman behind the man everyone adored, the muse who gave up her own dreams to build his empire. She gave him her music, her body, her youth-and four children. Ten years later, her kingdom lies in ruins. He's gone, chasing someone younger, prettier, shinier. She's left behind with nothing but a house with a pool, shared custody, and the ghost of the woman she used to be. But a crown doesn't vanish-it only slips. And ashes can burn into fire. This is the story of a woman who refuses to stay fallen. Of a queen who will reclaim her throne, not through him, but in spite of him. This story contains mature themes and situations, including: • Strong language and explicit dialogue • Emotional manipulation and psychological conflict. • Themes of betrayal, abandonment, and trauma • Class tension and social inequality • Elements of grief, loss, and identity struggles • Romantic and sexual tension Graphically described Sexual scenes

Is it better to live in a beautiful lie or the ugly truth? I'm not so sure anymore. Not now after finding myself on the other side of beautiful lies. There was a time I thought I was the one - HIS one. Turns out, I'm only second . . . . . . to her. For readers: *I will update as I please. Don't be rude about it. Thank you. *I do my best to proofread before publishing, but some typos and errors will slip through. Feel free to point them out! *Comments, active engagement, and helpful critiques are welcomed. *Mean, unnecessary comments that attack me, personally, or other commenters will be ignored and deleted. *I'm not a spicey writer. I rather use my word count for plot, character development, and GROVEL!!! *Most importantly, I hope you enjoy the little world I'm creating.

Nicholas Cole has everything money, power, a family that loves him, and an empire that bears his name. From the outside, he's the man everyone envies: the billionaire who built himself from nothing, the devoted husband to Emily, and the proud father of a little girl who is his world. But success comes with shadows. And sometimes, the greatest danger doesn't come from the outside but from within. When a new face enters his company-brilliant, bold, and unlike anyone he's ever met Nicholas's carefully controlled life begins to crack. What starts as curiosity turns into obsession. What feels harmless becomes dangerous. He tells himself he's not that kind of man. But temptation has a voice that sounds like reason until it's too late to turn back. Now, Nicholas must face the price of his own desires. Because in the world he built, love is fragile, loyalty is fleeting, and one mistake can destroy everything. "I had everything. Then I wanted more."

David Harrington once had it all. A wife A family A home built on love A privileged life Now he's lost everything. Served with divorce papers at the very firm he built, David falls from perfection to headline. Emily - the only woman he's ever loved - is done. But he's not. Haunted by who he destroyed - and by a secret he's run from for decades - he'll do whatever it takes to win her back. Emily isn't just done - she's rebuilding. Devastated but not destroyed, she's forging a new life for herself and the boys. But when a sophisticated and enigmatic hotelier steps back into her world, she realises she isn't quite finished with love. But is he a safe harbor - or another beautiful shipwreck? Ava never meant to fall for him, and now she's left with an awful decision. Does she chase a love that was never really hers? What about the woman she can't stop measuring herself against? Emily isn't just the wife Ava envied. She's the reflection of everything Ava wishes she could be. The affair was just the beginning. The aftermath is where the real story lives. Follow for spoilers: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=61578834088188 Music playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1uoptfoogWScDIfzPAolHG Updates every Friday and Saturday. © 2025 LolaLovesParis - All Rights Reserved.

Lizzy's lips tilted up into a self deprecating smile. The divorce papers were filled, his part already darkened by his informations and his signature long dry on the paper. Her own was still fresh. Only twelve hours old. "How long has it been waiting ?" She dared to ask. There was a lot she wouldn't, but this, this she felt like she should know. How long had he been planning on divorcing her ? --- Elizabeth Clark loved her husband. She had found peace in their arranged marriage and as dysfunctional as it seemed, she had cherished her new home with all she had. Dante Giovanni had merely been biding his time, bearing through this hell of a marriage by counting down the seconds until he could get out of it. But when his wife sets him free, he finds out freedom has a bitter taste and that he might have passed by the love of his life. And Lizzy discovers she is more than just a man's daughter or wife, that she deserves more than what she had been given until then and is ready to fight for it.

Kaia has been dating Beast, an Enforcer from the Dogz of Hell MC, for about a year. One night, Kaia is "initiated" by the women of the MC Club. However, the initiation is not what it was supposed to be. When Kaia gives Beast the opportunity to back her up, he gives his loyalty to his club. Kaia calls in her protection, 4 brothers who will do whatever it takes to protect their little sister. And after losing what he had wanted most, Beast begins to question loyalty of his MC and brothers.

They had loved for thirty years, or so she thought. One night, that love was shattered; betrayed, humiliated, and tested beyond endurance. She endured silently, carrying her pain alone, shielding her children from the truth. And he... he begged for her forgiveness, only to realize too late the depth of what he had lost.

Four years of hoping. Four years of empty tests and quieter nights. Yara Vale once fought for a living. Until one night in the ring left her body whole but her heart scarred in ways no doctor could fix. Now she fights something worse: sanity. Her husband, Xavier, has built empires from nothing. He can conquer markets, rivals, and men - but not the one thing she wants most. A child. When she starts believing her body has finally given her a miracle, the truth waiting behind their perfect marriage is far darker than infertility. Because someone has been keeping her from the life she's been begging for - and the man she trusts most might be the reason. Love was supposed to heal them. But some wounds never heal - they turn Iridescent in the light.

I never believed in marriage. Not after growing up watching it tear my family apart. Wanting someone was easy. Loving someone was dangerous. But promising forever? That felt impossible. And then came Dean Ashford. He never asked for much; just me, just us, just a future he swore he'd protect with everything he had. And when he asked for that future-when he held out a ring with hands that were shaking-I did the one thing I never wanted to do. I walked away. He broke. I broke. And the next morning, when I finally found the courage to choose him-really choose him-I had no idea he'd spent the night destroying everything we ever were. I had no idea what I was walking into. I had no idea what he'd done. I thought the worst thing I'd ever feel was the fear of losing him. I was wrong. Because nothing prepares you for the moment the person you love looks at you with eyes full of secrets... Nothing prepares you for the truth that the one night you walked away was the one night he didn't. And now I have to decide if the love I built my world around can survive the one mistake that broke both of us.

I used to think we were the definition of couple goals. You know-the annoying kind that finish each other's sentences, post mushy anniversary captions, and make single people gag. Yeah, that was us. My husband, the love of my life. My partner. My soulmate. My... lying, cheating bastard. I walked in one night, still humming the song he sent me that morning, and found him busy. And by busy, I mean balls-deep in someone who clearly didn't know her right foundation shade. I broke. Cried till I couldn't breathe. Because that was my man, my home, my whole damn world falling apart on our Egyptian cotton sheets. But then I wiped my tears, looked at him-pathetic, naked, stammering-and realized something beautiful: heartbreak makes you dangerous. He begged. Oh, he sobbed. Promised me the world, said it meant nothing, said I was everything. So I smiled and said, prove it. And he did. Bought me cars, jewelry, houses-signed every last property in my name. My name, not ours. I let him grovel, let him believe forgiveness was for sale, and every time he kissed my feet, I made him dig his grave a little deeper. Love made me soft. Betrayal made me rich. And when I finally walked out, I didn't even slam the door. I just left him there-kneeling in the ruins of everything he thought he owned.