Where Can I Listen To 'Too Late Mr White I'M Married To Your Rival'?

Twelve years of love, loyalty, and promises—shattered in one gunshot moment. Aria thought she knew what love meant: sacrifices, patience, blind faith in the man she'd called her fiancé for over a decade. But on Valentine's Day, with a gun pointed in their direction, Liam instinctively shielded his ex, Sophia—while Aria was left bleeding and invisible. "You almost died!" "And he didn't even look at me, Lili. He wrapped his arms around her like I was nothing." Torn between heartbreak and dignity, Aria makes a bold move—marrying Liam's wealthy rival, Aiden Carter, in an impulsive act of revenge. But Aiden is more than a rebound. He's powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly protective—and he plays for keeps. Now caught between a love that failed her, and a man who may demand more than she's ready to give… Aria's heart faces the ultimate reckoning. Will she finally become someone's first choice—or lose herself trying?

Hermione Windsor was supposed to be a bride until she discovered her fiancé’s betrayal on the night before their wedding. With her future on the line and her father’s arranged marriage looming, Hermione accepts the only escape offered to her: marriage to Rhys Huxley, the man she has hated since high school after an incident. Cold. Ruthless. A billionaire who believes she once ruined his life and betrayed his trust. Their marriage is not a contract. There are no conditions. No escape. To Rhys, marrying Hermione is punishment. To Hermione, it is survival. But as resentment turns to desire and buried truths begin to surface, Hermuone realizes the most dangerous thing about her husband isn't his power, it’s the feelings he never meant to have. When love begins as spite, can it survive the truth?

Two pink lines on a pregnancy test. I was going to surprise my husband, Vince, the Moretti family heir. Instead, the surprise was on me. A pair of black lace panties—not mine—left in his car. The air reeked of cheap perfume and betrayal. I stormed his casino, demanding answers. But I found her in his private suite. Sophia. She smirked, looking me up and down. “You must be the wife. I’ve seen your picture on the nightstand. Vince says you’re a boring little nun. Says he can’t even get hard looking at you.” I snapped. My hand shaking, I hurled a glass of red wine in her face. She shrieked, stumbled back, and crashed into a glass cabinet. Blood bloomed across the carpet. Vince burst in and slapped me so hard I hit the floor. "Are you insane?! She's carrying my heir!" My heart shattered. As I fell, a darker pool of blood spread beneath me. Our baby. I was miscarrying. And when forced to choose between his wife and his whore, Vince chose her. He forgot who put him on his throne. I’m not some trophy wife he can discard. I am a DeLuca. A princess of the underworld. So for revenge, I married his worst enemy, Dante Costello. And when we burned his empire to the ground, Vince finally broke. He got on his knees and begged me to come back.

It's my wedding day. However, Julian Lancaster shoves me aside when he receives a call from Vivienne Hayes. "I'm sorry, honey. Vivi has an upset stomach—I need to bring her some medication for that."

"After six months, we're done." "Fine." "So don't fall in love with me." "Trust me, Romeo. That's the last thing I'm worried about.” * * * * In every story, the stepsister who steals the groom is the villain. This time, she’s the heroine. On her wedding day, Bailey Hartfield discovers her fiancé never loved her; he was only with her to win a dare. Humiliated and heartbroken, she escapes to her favorite gallery — only to stumble into another wedding… and be mistaken for the bride. One reckless seduction. One desperate lie. One audacious demand. And suddenly, Bailey is bound to a six-month marriage with Romeo Lancaster — billionaire heir, artistic genius, and the man her stepsister, Sierra, was supposed to marry. Now tied to a tycoon who refuses to be controlled, Bailey finds herself in a marriage built on leverage, scandal, and unfinished family wars. Publicly, they are untouchable. Privately, they are negotiating power. He wants freedom. She wants revenge. Neither of them planned on wanting each other. After six months, their contract ends. The only question is… Who will walk away first?

After Iris Miller ditches me at the altar for the seventh time just to be with her childhood sweetheart, Aaron Trent, the Millers personally show up on my doorstep so that they can apologize to me properly. "We'll add on another 11 pounds of gold, three buildings in the south-western district, and nine stores located in prime locations of the city center on top of the current list of wedding gifts in order to make it up to you." Before Daniel Miller is done speaking, Iris, who's listening to the conversation from her phone, lets out a light scoff. "As if Jasper deserves all these gifts. Believe me when I say I'll have him eating out of the palm of my hand with just a pebble I randomly pick up on the street. Grandpa, I might as well invest these wedding gifts in Aaron's art gallery." Daniel quickly ends the call before looking at me in embarrassment. Soft mocking laughter rings out around me. Everyone is waiting for me to quietly endure all the humiliation, just like before. But I've already received such compensation six times in the past. I'm no longer interested in them. Heck, I'm no longer interested in Iris as well. After thinking for a moment, I glance at the crowd with a raised brow, where I find myself staring at Taylor Miller, Iris' most hated half-sister due to her illegitimate lineage. "Mr. Miller Senior, you mentioned that whoever I marry will become the future heiress of the Miller family. This promise still stands, right?" It's fine if Iris refuses to marry me. Plenty of women are dying to marry me anyway.