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I'm dying at seven months pregnant, and the one behind it is my husband. Hearing that a premature baby's blood can save my sister, he conspires with a shady clinic to take the baby out through surgery. After draining the baby's blood, he walks away—leaving my fragile preemie to die. Later, my parents say, "You owe Yvie. It's time to repay her." My husband says, "We can always have another child. A baby's life can't possibly be more important than Yvie's, can it? The overwhelming rage and grief cause me to bleed to death. My soul floats above them as I watch them prepare my sister's surgery. They don't even bother to change me into clean clothes. No one mourns me. No one loses their mind over my death. Without a care, they wheel me into the morgue and celebrate Yvonne's recovery. When I open my eyes again, I've gone back three months earlier—to the day my whole family forced me to divorce.

My husband is poor. We've already been married for three years, but I've covered all our expenses during that time. Even when I'm interested in a cheap bag when we go shopping, he says it's too expensive. He tells me not to buy it. Later, I discover that he gives his first love a four-million-dollar diamond necklace for her birthday. It turns out he's not broke and heavily in debt—he's the heir to an affluent family with a net worth of billions of dollars.

Synopsis of The Last Straw of Love In the opulent world of high society, where power and wealth dominate every interaction, emotions are often a currency few can afford. Billionaire entrepreneur Alexander Cain is no stranger to calculated decisions. Cold, disciplined, and driven, he sees marriage as just another merger to secure his empire’s future. Enter Emilia Hart, a spirited but pragmatic artist from a struggling family, whose sense of duty outweighs her desire for freedom. Caught in the web of an arranged marriage orchestrated by their families, the two are into a relationship neither sought nor desired. At first, their worlds clash. Alexander’s demanding lifestyle and Emilia’s creative soul seem irreconcilable. He views her as a pawn in his greater plan; she sees him as the final chain in a life of obligations. But beneath their shared resentment lies an undeniable spark—a chemistry that defies logic. Slowly, as they navigate their shared existence, Alexander’s cold exterior begins to crack, revealing a man haunted by his past and desperate for connection. Meanwhile, Emilia discovers strength she never knew she had, standing firm against his control while uncovering the vulnerabilities he tries to hide. As love begins to bloom amidst the chaos, betrayal threatens to unravel everything. When secrets from Alexander’s ruthless business dealings come to light and Emilia’s trust is shattered, they must face the ultimate question: Is love worth the pain of risking it all? The Last Straw of Love is a rollercoaster of passion, heartbreak, and redemption—a journey through the complexities of love, where the final choice could mean everything or nothing at all. In a world where emotions are a luxury, can two souls from opposite worlds find a forever in each other?

I was a brilliant artist. But I crushed my right hand saving my mafia husband, Vincent, and my ability to create died with it for three years. Vincent promised he'd make me whole again. Our private doctor swore he was doing everything he could. But my hand remained numb, useless. Then, one day, I overheard a conversation that shattered my world. "Make sure she can never create again," Vincent told the doctor. "I can't have Isabella threatening Sophia's place in the art world!" "But, Mr. Torrino, another procedure might... she could lose the hand for good." "I don't care what happens to her! Sophia saved my life. I will not let her down!" It turned out my husband was the one who had destroyed me. And the assassin, Sophia, was the woman he truly loved. He let her claim my designs, turning her into the art world’s new darling while I was trapped in a broken body. When I confronted him, pregnant with our child, he slapped me in public and told the world I was losing my mind. That night, I burned everything that bound me to him. Then I dialed an encrypted number I hadn't used in what felt like a lifetime. "Grandpa. In three days, I need to disappear."

Inka was known to be a successful woman. She worked hard for it because she believes that one day, those who had belittled her and left her behind would regret the things that they did to her. Read wasn't the type of guy that changes women every night. He is a man with dignity and morals yet behind his Greek God physique and unreadable eyes is a life that revolves around blood, guns, and brotherhood. What will happen if Read had set his eyes on the most successful woman of all time? Would he take the risk and love her till death do they part? Or would he just forget about it because of his dark life?

Edward and I held our engagement party in Las Vegas. Everything seemed perfect—until someone suggested a game of Truth or Dare. One of Edward's female coworkers looked me straight in the eye. "I am pregnant. It is your fiancé's baby." Laughter burst out around us. Everyone thought it was a joke—except Edward. After the trip, we returned home. He looked uneasy. "I'm the father of Juliet's baby," he admitted. "Don't overthink it. We were on a business trip and got too drunk with a client. We accidentally spent the night together. "She is from a British aristocratic family. Reputation matters a lot to her. She will never marry me. She only wants to have the baby and raise it alone." "So what are you saying?" I asked. "I am the father. I have to take responsibility. I will stay in the apartment I rented for her and take care of her pregnancy on weekdays, and come home on weekends. "Our wedding will be delayed. We will get married after the baby is borned." I gave a small smile. So he had it all planned out. He was just here to inform me. He let out a sigh of relief, picked up his Rimowa suitcase, and walked out without looking back. I wiped the tears off my face and began packing away all the memories of our relationship. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. The voice on the other end sounded messy and emotional. "Margot, I freaking love you. Don't marry him. Marry me instead." I froze for a second, then replied, "Okay."