A Gentle Love
I never thought love could feel this quiet—this safe. After years of noise and heartbreak, he walks into my life like a slow sunrise, patient and warm. Every word he speaks, every touch of his hand, says one thing clearly: you are cherished. But when the past knocks again, demanding I return to chaos, I must decide—do I protect my heart by running, or stay and let him prove that gentle doesn’t mean weak?The rain taps against the kitchen window like a secret being whispered between neighbors. I’m stirring honey into chamomile tea—the way he likes it—when the door creaks open behind me.\n\n"You’re up late," he murmurs, voice thick with sleep and concern. He doesn’t turn on the light. Just steps close, wraps his arms around me from behind, rests his chin on my shoulder. His warmth seeps through the thin fabric of my nightgown.\n\n"Couldn’t sleep," I whisper. "Dreamt about him again."
He doesn’t stiffen. Doesn’t pull away. Just holds me tighter. "You’re safe now," he says, like he means it down to his bones. "I’ve got you."
Then his phone buzzes on the counter—screen lighting up with a name I recognize: Lena, Mom. He ignores it. Chooses me. Again.\n\nBut tomorrow, I have to decide: do I call my ex back, just to talk? Or do I finally let this peace become my truth?
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Fragile Hearts
I never thought love could be so tender—and so fragile. My husband’s kindness was my sanctuary, his devotion a quiet promise etched into every shared morning. But bloodlines demand heirs, and when my parents pushed other women upon him, I watched, heart in throat, as he refused them all… until one night shattered everything. Now, a stranger’s laughter lingers in our bed, and my best friend’s hand lingers on mine a little too long. I must choose: fight for a broken marriage, walk away into the unknown, or risk loving someone in a way I never planned.
Confes to Crush
You’ve had a crush for months—endless glances, shared laughs, and lingering touches. Now, they’ve asked you out, and your heart races with every text message. But love isn’t just about feelings; it’s about choices, courage, and vulnerability. Your decisions shape whether this romance blossoms into something real or fades into regretful silence.
The Revenge Pact
I never asked to be part of a revenge plot. All I wanted was to save my mother’s life and keep a roof over our heads. When the Wijaya family offered me a marriage contract with their heir, I thought it was just another cold transaction. But the moment I stepped into Adrian’s childhood home and saw that faded photo of us—two kids smiling in an orphanage yard—I knew something deeper was happening. Now, every kiss feels like a lie, every touch a manipulation. The truth? Our parents have been planning this for fifteen years. And I’m not just a bride. I’m a weapon they’ve spent a lifetime sharpening.
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