She was left to die in a burning fire, while her husband shielded the woman who started it. She slammed the divorce papers in front of him, but he only laughed. “Stop making a scene. You’re deaf in your left ear—you can’t survive without me.” “She’s just a friend. Don’t be jealous. No one can threaten your position as my wife.” She said nothing. She bought a ticket and left the country without looking back, disappearing completely. At the same time, global media announced the return of a top simultaneous interpreter. He thought she would come back eventually. But days turned into months, and she was still gone. Only then did he lose control. He searched for her everywhere like a madman. “I was wrong… I can’t live without you.” When he finally found her, he blocked her path in a corner, eyes red. “Please… don’t divorce me.”
She had loved him silently for eight years. She had been married to him for three years. Yet her so-called husband did not even know what she looked like. When she saw the divorce agreement in front of her, she only smiled. She wiped away all her tears and left alone with the child in her womb. But then something changed. The man who once refused to look at her began appearing everywhere she went. He protected her, stood up for her, and even drove away every man who came near her. “I’ve had enough,” she said coldly. “Get lost.” The man suddenly dropped to one knee and kissed the back of her hand. His eyes were completely fixed on her. “Baby… let’s get married.” She let out a faint laugh. “Ex-husband and ex-wife getting married?” “That’s called remarriage.”
They say Alpha King Maximus is a monster — too big, too brutal, too cursed. His bed is a death sentence, and no woman has ever left it alive. So why did he choose me? The fat, unwanted omega. The one my own pack offered up like trash. One night with the merciless King was supposed to end me. Instead, it ruined me. Now I crave the man who takes without mercy. His touch burns. His voice commands. His body destroys. And I keep going back for more. But Maximus doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do mates. He takes. He owns. And he never stays. Too bad for him…I’m not the weak, pathetic girl they threw away. I’m something far more dangerous —the one woman who can break his curse… or break his kingdom.
The marriage between their families was the talk of the high society. On a stormy night, she was being followed, trapped between life and death… and her fiancé was busy celebrating another woman's birthday. Heartbroken, she resolved to break off the engagement. But on the eve of her decision, a man knocked at her door. Moonlight poured over the frost-covered ground, cold and serene. His dark eyes fixed on her, voice low yet tender: “The family isn’t just him. There’s me too.” “I’m here to honor the engagement.” He was the head of the family, a young business tycoon with an empire spanning the nation. Known for his cold, distant demeanor, untouched by romance… yet only he knew of the little girl he had loved for fifteen years. In countless quiet nights, he had burned with jealousy over his own nephew—mad with envy. Later, the unfaithful fiancé called drunk, begging for reconciliation. Leaning back in bed, he glanced at the girl beside him, eyes shimmering, teeth marks on his collarbone hinting at unspoken desire. His voice lazy, teasing: “Looking for your auntie in the middle of the night, nephew? What’s the matter?”
At a gathering, someone asked my fiancé, “If she weren’t here, would you get back with your ex?” After a brief silence, he answered, “Yes.” All eyes turned to me, waiting for a scene. Instead, I smiled—and started clapping. “If you can’t let her go, I’ll step aside,” I said lightly. Then I canceled the engagement and walked away without looking back. He thought I was just being dramatic. Certain I loved him too much to ever leave, certain I would never give up being his wife. But this time, I didn’t come back. Later, at my wedding— to his cold, untouchable lawyer uncle— he showed up like a madman, eyes bloodshot. “Come with me. Let’s run away.” Before I could speak, a hand pulled me close. “Try that again,” the man beside me said coldly, “and you won’t like what happens next.”
(Daily Updating) I agreed to go on one first date everyday, for a year, without falling in love. The rules are simple: No repeat dates. No feelings. Nothing off the record, no matter how messy, awkward, and steamy things gets. If I fail, I lose my job. If I break the rules, I lose everything. So I turned my dating life into content, publishing every awkward, chaotic, borderline unhinged date for the internet to devour. And they did. The worse it got, the more viral I, and my articles, became. Everything was on track... until I met Derek. He's date number six, charming, unforgettable, and completely off-limits. Because he’s the ruthless billionaire who bought my company. He's the one man I can't date. The one I can't want. And the one who wrote the rules I'm not allowed to break. But that’s not even the worst part. Because while I’m trying to protect my heart, someone else is watching. A reader. Always commenting. Always dissecting. Always knowing things they shouldn’t. They call themselves @TruthHurts. And the more I try to ignore them, the clearer it becomes. They’re not guessing. They’re not trolling. They know me. And if I’m not careful… this story won’t just go viral. It will destroy me.
