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Soul

Soul

5.0
LGBT+ UHASA

Ira is a successful business tycoon. She is a 23 years old beautiful, smart and attractive girl with a humble and polite nature who is kind to her employees. Everyone can easily connect with her, because of her positive aura and charming personality. A very caring person for everyone. But she is finding someone special; the soul of her. The person who will be her life, who will be the place where she will be an open book. Though she knows that her feelings are forbidden to her society but still she is in the hope to get that person who will heal her wounds. The pain she got from the world will fade away when that person comes into her life. Her soul. Whereas Aayana is a 25 years old ambitious and talented girl with a sweet and caring nature. She loves from the core of her heart. Who wants to shine at her career and she has a secret crush on Ira. She finds her soul in Ira. But she can't reach her because of status. And she also knows that her family won't accept her reality. Still she is in the hope that one day she will get her love. The love of her life. About whom she dreams every night and aspires every moment. The divine feelings she feels for Ira which gives her the feel of a peach mountain. She is afraid that she will be able to get into touch with the love of her life. Her love. Her Soul. So, let's see how these girls go through the ups and downs of their life. How will the circumstances lead to their future ? What will be the destiny of their set by the universe? And will their souls be able to be together ? Or something else is waiting for them..........

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The Billionaire's Secret Twin Wife

The Billionaire's Secret Twin Wife

5.0
LGBT+ Herculie Dipietro

My husband, Marcus, was already late for our second anniversary dinner when he walked in, reeking of another woman's perfume. He introduced her as his "indispensable" new assistant, Chloe Sanders. My heart, already terminally ill, tightened further – a painful reminder of the lie I was living. He never truly saw me; he saw my dead twin sister, Eleanor, the woman he still claimed to love, the one he believed I, Tori, had killed. I, Eleanor, was forced to impersonate her after a tragic accident, trapped in a marriage where Marcus constantly abused me, seeking vengeance for a death I didn't cause. Then, he overheard a conversation that revealed the shocking truth: I wasn't Tori at all. I was Eleanor, his actual wife. I hoped this truth might change everything, but barely ten days later, a text from Chloe solidified his betrayal – a photo of her pregnant stomach, her message simple: "I'm pregnant with Marcus's child. He's known your real identity for weeks and told me everything." His brief, feigned kindness dissolved, confirming his calculated deceit. He continued his blatant affair, shamelessly using my terminal heart condition for a monumental P.R. stunt, playing the heartbreakingly devoted husband while his mistress smirked triumphantly. All the years of abuse, the forced identity, my dying heart – it had been for nothing. A cold, simmering rage ignited within me. He believed he was still in control, but I wouldn't die as his victim. I decided to play his game, but by my rules, turning his public display of affection into the perfect stage for ultimate retribution. I would use his own deceit to expose his entire empire, allied with a man connected to him in ways he never imagined.

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Fake Amnesia, Real Betrayal

Fake Amnesia, Real Betrayal

5.0
LGBT+ Johan Gorski

The call came at 7:05 PM on our tenth wedding anniversary. My husband, David, was in an accident. At the hospital, he was awake, but a young woman, his assistant Chloe, was holding his hand, acting like his wife. When I walked in, he looked at me, a blank stranger' s stare, then asked, "Who are you?" He laughed when I said I was his wife, then demanded security remove me, while Chloe, smiling, pretended to cry. It wasn't just memory loss; it was a cruel, targeted erasure. I tried proof, the marriage certificate, but he pushed it away as "just a piece of paper." Then Chloe waltzed in with his favorite soup, and he defended her when I confronted her. "She' s the only one who' s been here for me!" he screamed. He snarled that I was "exhausted, haggard," compared to Chloe, who was "kind and gentle." My wedding ring, a symbol of our forever, flew from my hand as he slapped it away, clinking under the bed. "Don' t come back," he said, turning his back on me to comfort Chloe. Later, I learned why: he had been having an affair with Chloe, his mother's 65th birthday ruined by his absence and her answering his phone. My world shattered when Mark Johnson, David's estranged best friend, told me what David said: "The fake amnesia was a stroke of genius, right? A clean break." My husband had faked a brain injury to throw me away. A car hit me, sending me to the hospital, and I knew what I had to do. When Mark came in, I looked at him, my face blank, then asked, "Are you… my husband?"

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