Goodbye Daven
She was his second choice. He was her only one.
Evangeline Windsor has loved Daven Worwick since she was eleven years old. So when his fiancée left him standing at the altar and he turned to Evangeline — she said yes. Even though she knew she was wearing another woman's dress. Even though she knew his heart still belonged to someone else.
For two years, she proved herself worthy of his love. And she almost believed she'd won it — until the night she discovered she was pregnant and he disappeared without a word.
When he came home, his ex was on his arm. His brother was feeding him lies. And the man Evangeline had built her entire world around looked her in the eye and told her she was nothing.
So she signed the papers. Took nothing. And vanished.
Five years later, Evangeline has a new life, a new country, and two children Daven doesn't know exist — until a hospital waiting room shatters every wall she's built.
Now Daven wants what he threw away. But Evangeline isn't the naive girl who worshipped him anymore. She's a mother, a survivor, and a woman who knows exactly what her love is worth.
The question isn't whether he still wants her. It's whether he deserves her.
Goodbye, Daven is a gripping enemies-to-lovers second-chance romance about betrayal, forgiveness, and the devastating cost of taking love for granted — perfect for readers who love a groveling hero, fierce heroines, and the kind of love story that breaks your heart before it puts it back together.
Too Late, Mr. Rodrigues
She said yes because she'd been in love with him from the moment he first walked through her door. He said yes because his mother gave him no choice.
On their wedding night, Henrique assigns Carolina her own bedroom and leaves to spend the night with Tatiane — the blonde he's loved since high school, the woman whose red dress still hangs in his closet. To him, Carolina is nothing but an obligation. A debt his mother refuses to forgive.
But Carolina is done being invisible.
She transforms herself, reclaims her independence, and makes Henrique watch as the wife he ignored becomes the woman every man in the room can't look away from. And just as he begins to realize what he's lost — just as the ice around his heart starts to crack — she looks him dead in the eye and says the words that will haunt him:
Too late, Mr. Rodrigues.
Now Henrique will do anything to win her back. But Carolina has learned the hard way that love doesn't survive on promises alone — and some broken things can't be fixed with apologies.
Auctioned to the Master
Dark Romance.
While escaping from home, Helena is kidnapped and forced to enter a prostitution ring, where she is groomed to become the perfect slave, and is auctioned off to a sadist.
Kirill Rorik, a cruel and emotionless billionaire, is shaped by a dark past that left him scarred. He finds pleasure in the pain of others and uses red roses as a twisted display of affection.
Their fates intertwine in a dangerous world, where domination and submission dictate the rules. With complicated pasts and after so much pain, can any good feelings still emerge?
A Bizarre Journey ep 18: The Persephone vs. Athena Showdown or something like that
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Crying in a Tree ep 1: The Turtle Girl With a Crooked Haircut
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What it feels to have four older brothers
My name is Mia, and I have four older brothers. They are not just any brothers; they are overprotective, charming, and incredibly rich. Ever since our parents passed away in a tragic car accident, the
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Crying in a Tree ep 2: The Goose That Cried “Thief!”
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