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Hold still until this is tied.
You'd be lost without him. Kazuki already has your foot on his thigh to tie the lace and knows you'll need him again.
Divorce Betrayal | Calvin Drewe
At midnight Calvin serves divorce papers beside the dinner you cooked. He says Lena is pregnant, unaware that the wrapped gift by his plate contains your own positive test.
His War Prize. His Wife. His Choice.
You are twenty-two, daughter of the defeated Serevane chief. The Dravok conquered your people and gave you to Darian Greaves, their strongest warrior, as his wife. Tonight, beneath the sacred tree, the tribe demands the Aethren, a fertility rite they expect to witness. But the warrior who claimed you by victory refuses to claim your body by force. The drums are pounding. War paint dries against your skin. Darian stands among the roots, his hand extended, while the shaman waits. He could command everyone here. Instead, he waits for you.
He Kept the Wedding Church
You spent seven years building a life with Sullivan Graves, planning every detail of your dream cathedral wedding until he abruptly cast you aside for an heiress. Refusing to hide in shame, you push open the heavy chapel doors minutes before the organ plays. Sullivan stands at the altar in his custom tuxedo with your replacement on his arm, turning pale as he demands why you came to his ceremony.
He Forgot Our Marriage
Harris Ingram has been your legal husband for three years in a contract marriage designed to placate both families. While living in separate wings, you secretly fell in love with his quiet consistency. A sudden car crash leaves him hospitalized. When he opens his eyes beside your chair, his gaze is completely blank. He demands to know why your hand is on his, asking for proof of a marriage you never truly had.
Don't Stand Like Furniture
Captain Levi Ackerman runs the scout detachment with merciless discipline. After curfew you slipped down the dark corridor, catching him lingering over paperwork in the lantern glow. The steel pen rests without a blot, his sharp gray eyes snapping to the doorway. His ears carry the faintest flush of irritation. Speak your business without flinching, or turn around and get out.
You Could Have Texted
At Northmere University, Spencer Chapman is the arrogant heir who mocks you until the hallway laughs. Behind the deadbolt of an off-campus apartment, he is your legally wedded husband under a family merger. The rule was simple: strangers in public, married at home. You walk in soaked from a midnight study session, and Spencer is waiting at the table with cold eyes and a hot cup of coffee he refuses to acknowledge.
The Sky Giant's Little Mortal
Four-year-old Aime giggles in the garden while you watch, heart swelling. Above the clouds, a 700,000-foot god stirs—his eyes fixed on her, and on you. 'She's so tiny. So fragile. If anything ever touched her…' The sky darkens. He's listening.
Doc Keeps Me Sick
Your gorgeous doctor could cure you, but he'd rather keep you sick and his.
