Just one night, just one time. * * * * * Elena I always believed Adrian was the one for me. Even when life kept us busy, we were happy. He showed his love in his own quiet ways, and I trusted that. I believed in us. Or maybe... I believed in the version of us I had built in my head. Until one night, a folder filled with secret messages shattered everything I once trusted. Adrian I thought I had everything. A woman I loved. A thriving career. A child we were about to welcome into the world. But one temptation from my past nearly destroyed everything I had built. Two years later, our marriage still stands. But forgiveness doesn't erase betrayal. And time doesn't always heal. Yet... could we ever truly come back?

She loved him with everything she had. She gave him her heart... and her child. But when his first love came back, cruel and jealous, Elena was left bruised, broken, and betrayed-while Damian Alaric, the ruthless billionaire CEO, was too blind to see the truth. Now, Elena has run away with their baby, determined to protect her child from the toxic world Damian allowed into their lives. But Damian isn't a man who lets go easily. When he discovers the truth of what was done to the woman he loves, nothing will stop him from bringing her back-not his pride, not his empire, not even the past that threatens to destroy them both. 💔 Will Damian earn a second chance with the wife who no longer trusts him? 🔥 Or will his dangerous first love succeed in tearing them apart forever? A story of betrayal, revenge, passion, and redemption-where love must fight through fire to survive.

She was executed by the man she loved. Branded a traitor queen, she walked to her death beneath a cheering sky pelted with stones, cursed by the people she once bled for, and betrayed by her husband and the sister who took her crown. Her final words were not mercy, but prophecy. Her final breath was not peace. Death did not end her suffering. From beyond the veil, she watched her body discarded into an unmarked grave beside her parents-her severed head preserved as a trophy in the king's office. Only then did the gods admit their mistake. She had lived this life before. She had died before. And she had been sent back blind, stripped of memory, doomed to repeat her devotion until it destroyed her again. Out of pity and guilt a goddess offers her one final wish. She chooses to return. This time, she remembers everything. The poison. The lies. The execution. The crowd that smiled. The sister who stood beside her husband as he gave the order. Armed with memory and fury, she is sent back to the beginning with no promise of mercy and no second chances waiting beyond death. She will not beg this time. She will not love blindly. And she will not die quietly. Because when a woman who has already lost everything is given one last life, she does not seek redemption. She seeks retribution.

‼️This story is completed and available to read on Patreon. It will be coming to Amazon/KU in 2026. ‼️ My life was idyllic, especially with a husband like Christopher... Handsome, successful and adoring. Everything he did, he did for his family. Or so he lead me to believe. The truth is out now, casting a light on the cracks in our marriage, and the rot spreading through them. Christopher believes I'll turn the other cheek, but it's time he learned that he doesn't know me as well as he thinks he does.

Nora never wanted much. Just a steady home. Simple days. A life that held its shape. She didn't crave excitement or change. She only needed predictability. Her routines, her quiet, her small world. It was enough. She believed that if she kept everything perfectly still, the life she had built would hold. And for a long time, it did. But when the ground finally shifted under her feet, Nora didn't move with it. She froze in place, the way people do when they have no other direction to turn. Because where does a person go when they have nowhere to go? Warning: This story uses mature language and scenes. © IcecreamSundae5. All rights reserved.

DARK ROMANCE ! Cheating, very twisted, obsessive ML, a lot of trauma... 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.

Alessia had rules. She didn't do drama, didn't take nonsense from any man. Until him. For Cassian, she broke every one. A cliché, impossible mother in law? She handled it. Missed dinners because of work? She served herself double and waited anyway. Too tired to spend time together? She embraced the quiet hours alone. She forgot her limits, abandoned her rules. All for him. Until her. The one rule she couldn't break, the limit she couldn't cross. She saw him with her. Broken, she left and whispered a wish she never thought would come true: that she had never met him. The wish was granted. Alessia woke up and didn't remember him. But now Cassian is the one waiting. Running against time to be near her. Chasing every moment, following every rule, just so she might remember him again. And if she can't... Can he remember it all for both of them? © IcecreamSundae5. All rights reserved.

She loved me when I didn't even know how to love myself. Sahiba walked into my life with eyes full of devotion and a heart foolish enough to believe I could give her the same in return. And what did I do? I crushed her. With my silence. With my indifference. With the walls I built so high she could never climb them. Worst of all? My fucking betrayal. She thinks it's over. That the divorce ended us. But the truth she doesn't know is brutal-she's still my wife. On paper, in law, in name... and in the marrow of my bones. I never let her go. I couldn't. I've spent years carrying the weight of her absence like a noose around my neck. Every day without her has been punishment. Every night, I see the girl I destroyed staring back at me in my dreams, reminding me that I turned her love into ashes. But this time, I won't let her slip through my fingers. I'll fight. I'll bleed. I'll burn the world if I have to. She might hate me, curse me, despise the ground I walk on-but I'll take it. Because losing her once broke me. Losing her again will kill me. I was her nightmare once. Now I'll be her damnation or her salvation. But I'll be hers.

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.

Amy has rebuilt her life once before. She can do it again,this time for her son. But when the man she loved is killed under suspicious circumstances, her quiet world fractures. And in the cracks, one name keeps appearing: Yulis. Her ex-husband. Hollywood's golden, untouchable director. The man who once owned her future... and destroyed her heart. She knows better than to provoke him. She also knows she won't rest until she uncovers the truth. Yulis has spent years burying the parts of himself he refuses to let anyone see,especially Amy. Their marriage was built on convenience, polished for the cameras, and doomed from the start. Yet even now, with the wreckage between them, she's the one wound he's never learned to close. When Amy begins digging into his past, old shadows stir. Old desires do too. She wants justice. He wants her back. And somewhere between the secrets and the scars, they discover the ruin they've been running from... has always been each other