My boyfriend was a forensic pathologist. When I was kidnapped and strapped to a bomb with ten minutes left to live, the thug forced me to make one last call. I called him. Desperate, shaking, praying he’d save me.

The day Sean and I decided to move to the same city, I completely screwed up. I didn't show up when I said I would.

Synopsis: When Zackary Spencer was young, a fortune-teller told him that he would be lost in love. Zackary snorted disdainfully and didn't care. Then, on that drizzly day, holding the urn, he knew it was Penelope Sullivan he lost. Penelope always thought that love was simple. When people fell in love, they were happy. Then, Penelope was sent to prison by Zackary. When she was dying, Zackary was in love with another woman. Penelope finally understood that love was just an illusion. Penelope's life started over again. A wealthy president protected her all along, the best actor pursued her, and a thoughtful man sang love songs for her. Penelope's ex-husband showed up and exclaimed, "Stay away from Penelope. She is mine!"

I'd been married for four years when my husband's mistress ran off. All she left behind was a note: "Sorry, I'm eloping with my bestie. Bye-bye!"

Eight months pregnant, I was pushed from the second floor, blood pouring from me as I fell. Alexander rushed me to the hospital in a frenzy, calling in top specialists to perform surgery. Thankfully, the baby was saved.

The night before our wedding, my legs, paralyzed from the accident I'd suffered saving Jack Thompson, finally healed. I was flooded with relief and excitement. I couldn't wait to run to him and share the good news. But when I found him, I walked straight into a nightmare.

I needed Rodney the most after a car accident left me miscarrying, but instead, he ditched me at the hospital, saying there was some "emergency" at work. That night, I got a photo, Rodney kissing someone. I recognized them immediately: him and Macey Brown, his stepsister. I didn't ask questions. I just deleted the photo.

"Get me the best doctor here, right now!"

"When a 50% pay cut was just the beginning of the betrayal..." Ryan Gallagher thought building an empire with his fiancée Vivian Lancaster was their forever love story—until the day her crimson stilettos crushed both his salary and decade-long devotion. As Vivian showers her young protege Ethan with Porsches and promotions, Ryan discovers their startup's financial crisis hides darker secrets: embezzled funds, fabricated DUI charges, and a pregnancy test that's actually a boardroom trap. Now stripped of his CFO title and framed for corporate espionage, Ryan must outplay the masters of manipulation. With a leaked offshore account recording and a cloud backup of smoking-gun evidence, he turns Vivian's own financial ledgers into weapons. But when a courthouse bloodbath exposes lethal stakes, the ultimate revenge may cost more than just a ruined company—it could demand both their souls.

The scent of sandalwood, mixed with the faint trace of the cigar he occasionally smoked, lingered in the air, wrapping around my senses. He kissed me exactly the way he always had: soft, gentle, and teasing. His masculine scent, combined with the feel of his lips, threatened to overwhelm me, but just before it could, he pulled away.

I ran into the girl David was keeping on the side, purely by coincidence, while I was at the hospital for a health check-up.

It was New Year's Eve, and I was five months pregnant when the hospital called me in for an emergency C-section.

When my 7-year-old son got bitten by a snake, I didn’t waste a second. I rushed him straight to the hospital where my older son works, praying they could save him.

A woman was being rushed into the ER, her condition critical—ruptured corpus luteum, massive bleeding. I stood there holding the consent form, scanning the room for a family member to sign.