Rebecca's Second Life
Rebecca Giordano is a young woman from a wealthy family who is completely in love with Leonardo Ferrari, who harbors hatred and antipathy towards her. He is in love with the young Fiorella Moretti, and does everything for the woman without truly knowing who she is. In her past life, Rebecca did everything for Leonardo; everyone in their social circle knew how much she adored him and did everything for him, while he didn't even care for her. They were to be married according to his grandmother's wishes and for mutual business interests. In her previous life, she was neglected by him and ended up dying. However, in this new life, she is reborn and does everything differently, including putting her ex in his rightful place, surprising everyone, including Leonardo.
Just Take My Husband, Sister
Riana never thought her sister Liliana would ever fall for her husband, Septian. But suspicion after suspicion led her to the truth: her sister had fallen for Septian.
Unwilling to fight for a love that was never hers—especially since Septian had long harbored feelings for Liliana, even marrying Riana because of it—Riana finally let go of her five-year marriage and left to volunteer in Sorong.
"Why should I fight for a love that could never be mine? After all, I am not a caged bird. I deserve to be happy." —Riana
What happens next? Will Riana find true love beneath the wounds of a marriage she longs to bury?
You Won't Stay Away From Me
Peter and Marian had been married for three years, but she couldn’t make him fall in love with her, as he believed she was just a fortune hunter. The day he least expected it, she signed the divorce papers and vanished from his life—only to return three years later and discover they were still legally married.
When love needed no secret
She often wondered when her life stopped feeling like her own. It didn’t happen all at once. There was no thunder, no dramatic breaking point. Just a slow, silent erosion—like waves wearing down a sho
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Chiaroscuro
The air in Sakshi’s attic studio was thick with the scent of turpentine, linseed oil, and the approaching summer storm. Ayush stood by the tall Victorian window, his Leica hanging forgotten around hi
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Chiaroscuro
The air in Sakshi’s attic studio was thick with the scent of turpentine, linseed oil, and the approaching summer storm. Ayush stood by the tall Victorian window, his Leica hanging forgotten around hi
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One sided love
The boy who grew up with her, walked the same streets, shared the same childhood memories. The one who carried her books in school, fixed her broken bicycle, and waited for her after class. But no on
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