Eleanor Gallaguer had to break ties with her family to find peace. With a great group of friends and a thriving skin-care business, Ellie was happy. Enter millionaire Dante Perosi, who swept her off her feet with gallant details, gifts, flowers, and long, deep conversations over fancy dinners. She thinks he is her soulmate. Turns out, this was just a calculated move to keep his business, and for him, she was just the Sensible Choice! Excerpt Now that I understand how good Dante Perosi is as an actor, I know I must play the same game. The sensible solution would be to walk to him and break our engagement. But where is the fun in that? I don't feel sensible or nice anymore. I am mad and hurt, and frankly, what I want is to burn things down. Since I know that arson is a crime, I'd rather take time to plan my next steps. Well, Dante Perosi, let's see if you still think I'm a good girl after I'm done with you.

Zara Foster couldn't be happier. She's graduated from Law school, gotten her first job, bought her first apartment and the love of her life, her boyfriend Alexander has just proposed. Everything seems to be perfect when Alex's best friend Heather moves back into town. With her boundaries repeatedly ignored and her fiance's attention elsewhere Zara has to decide if her relationship is worth fighting for or if walking away with her head high and her dignity intact is the best thing for her future.

She was his coworker. She was his close friend. She was his cousin. These were all things I knew. There were just a few crucial components to their connection of which I had been unaware. She had been his crush. And now he was hers.

I fell in love with Dante Moretti, never knowing he was once engaged to my older sister, Celeste Hart. It was the kind of secret that changed everything.

Fern thought marriage meant partnership, love, and the quiet safety of family. For five years she's tried to believe that-tried to ignore the sharp edges of a mother-in-law who never wanted her, an ex who had moved too close for comfort and a husband who is always looking the other way. But when one night of negligence leaves their little girl in a hospital bed with burns on her hand, Fern can no longer swallow the excuses. She is done being the afterthought in her own marriage. Her husband Conner insists he loves her, but love doesn't keep a child safe. Love doesn't silence a mother-in-law's whispers or stop an ex from poisoning the air of every family gathering. Love isn't enough-not when Fern's entire world has been built on the shaky ground of compromise. And as the fractures in their marriage widen into fault lines, Fern has to face the question she's been afraid to ask- What if walking away is the only way to save herself and her daughter?

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to-she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

She loved him for 15+ years... They were childhood sweethearts, then lovers. Each other's firsts. Each other's forever. Kiyara was the only love of his life... But one cruel incident... Forced him to marry someone else. Shattering her heart into pieces. **** Everyone pities the wife who marries a man still in love with someone else. But what about her? The girl he loved first. The one he promised forever. The one he left behind. They call her the other woman- They portray her a villian. This is her story. But the woman who loved him first- And paid the price for it. 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 A story no one dares to tell. Story of three people. Kiyara Raghav Natasha You are warned, this story is not an easy read, if you are sensitive or uncomfortable with complex narratives, mystery and grey characters please refrain from reading it.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look back at him.

Grant Walker has dedicated himself to providing for his wife and daughter by running his family's construction company in small-town Tennessee. But when his childhood best friend returns to town with her teenage son, everything Grant thought he knew begins to shift. What unfolds is a story of buried secrets, emotional betrayal, legal reckoning, and ultimately, personal redemption. As Grant's life begins to crumble, he must decide what kind of man he wants to be, and what love really means.

They kissed like I wasn't even there. I smiled - because that's what girls with broken hearts do. We smile. We toast bread for traitors. I pretend. But it still hurts. It really freaking hurts.