𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮. He was the boy who would sneak through my windows late at night to hold me in my sleep. We made plans for forever. Dreamed of the life we would build full of adventures and unending happiness. 𝙒𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, it's what they always say. Until we weren't... 𝙉𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮, 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.

Cheating romance - please beware, new H. When Stella discovers her fiancé is cheating just weeks before their wedding, she doesn't fall apart, she rises. With her closest friends by her side, she swaps heartbreak for strategy and turns betrayal into the perfect revenge. TROPES: Cheating Revenge - new life with new H Grovel

He forgot their love. She never could. Now she has to watch him choose someone else. _______ He woke up thinking he was still in love with the woman he lost. He didn't remember the one he chose. Seth Sterling has everything-a powerful name, a future set in stone, and a love story that was supposed to end in forever. Until an accident erases five years of his life. Now, the last woman he remembers is his first love. The one he walked away from. The one he once swore he'd never leave. But the woman waiting for him- the one wearing his ring, the one who knows every version of him- is a stranger. Juliet "Jules" Hagen was supposed to marry him in a few weeks. She loved Seth through every version of himself-the guarded man, the broken one, the one who learned how to love again. Now she's face to face with the only version she never prepared for- the man who doesn't remember loving her at all. As Seth searches for answers in a past he no longer understands, Jules is left with a choice: fight for a love he doesn't remember... or let him go before he breaks her all over again. Because sometimes, forgetting is easy. Remembering is what hurts.

Alessia Moretti is an Italian Mafia Princess. But what happens if she falls for a bartended in New York? She walked into my bar with a fake name and eyes that carried centuries of expectation. I don't know why a woman like her-refined, controlled, clearly hiding from a past that spans oceans-is sleeping in the spare room of my Queens loft. She says she's a nobody. But I watch the way she holds a wine glass. The way a British accent slips into her vowels when she's tired. The way she stands like she's never had to slouch for survival. My name is Noah Thorne. I'm a bar manager. I'm loyal. I'm a protector. And I'm about to become the only thing standing between her and the people who want her back in a cage. They call her the Golden Bird. But they forgot the most important rule: Cages break. And when they do, I'll be the one to teach her how to fly.

A year after my fiancée vanished, her sister arrived with a baby-and an attraction that terrified me more than the truth. Kylie left me days after I slid the ring onto her finger. A year later, her sister Mylie called and placed a baby named Addie in my arms. And just like that, I became a dad. My fiancée? Gone. No explanation. No goodbye. Just... gone. So I raised Addie with Mylie's help-learning parenthood in fragments of sleep and quiet panic-while I poured everything I had into my bar. It became my sanctuary. My second family. The only thing I could still control. Somewhere along the way, something between Mylie and me shifted. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just quietly. Like a door you forgot existed finally clicking open. It wasn't love at first sight. It was something more dangerous than that. It was comfort. It was safety. It was the kind of connection that made me want to keep showing up even when I didn't think I deserved it.

The man I married broke me. Not because he didn't love me- but because he couldn't stay when grief moved in. Three pregnancies. Three losses. One marriage that shattered under the weight of everything we couldn't fix. And somewhere in the silence, in the distance I didn't know how to cross, he made a choice that broke what little I had left. If only I had known how fragile love could be. This is a story about loss that doesn't heal cleanly. About love tested in the quiet. About betrayal that doesn't come from hate-but from weakness. Sometimes heartbreak doesn't arrive all at once. Sometimes it happens slowly, while you're still trying to hold everything together.

Five years ago, Marco lost the woman he thought he would spend the rest of his life with. A week after being forced apart by her family, Camille married another man abroad-leaving Marco drowning in heartbreak, bitterness, and anger. In one reckless night, he found comfort in Ashley, the complete opposite of the woman he lost: loud where Camille was reserved, warm where Camille was distant, alive in ways that made him forget his pain for just a moment. The next morning, still shattered and drunk on grief, Marco asked Ashley to marry him. She said yes, well, eventually. What began as a marriage built from spite slowly became a life. A home. A family. Ashley gave him a son, gave up her career, and loved him with a devotion so quiet that Marco mistook it for permanence. But even after five years of marriage, part of him remained trapped in the past-haunted by the woman he never truly let go. Then Camille returns. Old feelings resurface. One mistake turns into an affair, and the fragile foundation of Marco and Ashley's marriage begins to collapse. When the truth finally comes out, Marco is forced to confront the cruelest realization of all: the woman he loved first was not the woman he could not bear to lose. Now, with his wife turning colder by the day and another man slowly stepping into the spaces he once took for granted, Marco must fight for the family he nearly destroyed-or risk losing Ashley forever. Because sometimes, love does not arrive at the beginning. Sometimes, it comes years too late. (The plots of my stories are originally mine, but I had help with AI in writing the prose. This is just experimental and for fun. I have another account where I actually do it traditionally)

Shea and War have loved each other hard and right ... but when Mandi comes sneaking in and finds a way to explode their perfect world ... will Sheas loyalty and Wars deep love be enough to mend the cracks that Mandi caused? "I don't know what's going on with you War, you've been keeping secrets from me. You're having some kind of relationship with Mandi that is not ok in our marriage. I've told you I don't like you spending so much time with her, you told me it was my problem. Well you're right about that, it really is my problem. Because what I saw last night? That fucking hurt, and I don't know what to believe now. Can I trust what you say, or do I trust what I saw with my own eyes? What's going on with you two War? Please tell me the truth, we're on the edge of losing our whole world right now, so we need to be brutally honest, and you need to finally dig deep and be truthful. Do you want out of our marriage?"

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Without warning, I reached down and gave her ass a hard smack. "That's for spray painting my car," I said. Her breath hitched, and she bit her lip, trying to suppress a smile. "You're such a caveman." "Caveman? How about this?" I said, smacking her ass again, harder this time. She moaned, and I could feel her responding to me, her body betraying her defiance. 𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐄 I was raised to be perfect. The golden girl. The Kensington princess. Sheltered. Untouched. A good girl with a silver spoon and a diamond crown. But then there's 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐛 𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧. My stepbrother. My brother's enemy. A man carved from sin, wrapped in arrogance, and dipped in ink. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't chase. He owns. And when he touches me? It's not gentle. It's filthy. It's wrong. I should run. I should hate him. But when he says my name, low and dark, I don't think about stopping. I think about how deep I can fall. Because Caleb isn't just my first sin. He's the one I'll never escape. 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐁 She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. And I was the bastard here to tarnish it. 𝐄𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐚 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. Mummy's little princess. The golden girl. The one thing in this world I was never supposed to touch. But I don't follow rules. I break them. And Esme? She was made to be ruined. Soft lips. Delicate curves. A body that begs for my hands. She's innocent, but not with me. I'm dragging her into the dark, making her dirty, making her mine. She thinks she can survive me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Esmeralda? She belongs to me. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘙𝘢𝘸 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵.