Willi Huma

To everyone around her, Kate seems to have a life most would envy—a stable job, a seemingly loving husband, Daniel, and a baby on the way. But when she discovers Daniel’s affair and loses her unborn child, her world comes crashing down.
From that moment on, she loses her marriage, her child, and even her faith in the future. She swears she will never again believe in a man’s sweet words. Just when she resigns herself to living a lonely life, Lucas Reid steps into her world.
Lucas is an enigmatic man—wealthy beyond imagination, with a cold, commanding presence. Yet, he shows up time and again to pull Kate out of her despair. He protects her, spoils her, and builds a new haven for her. But Kate hesitates to give him her heart, sensing that Lucas’s tender care hides secrets he isn’t ready to reveal.
Misunderstandings and tests, unexpected twists, and buried conspiracies intertwine as the pain of Kate’s past clashes with the sweetness of her present. Will she find the courage to trust again? When Lucas’s secrets come to light, will she choose to forgive him—or walk away?
The game of fate has already begun, but Kate’s journey is only just unfolding.

Betrayed By Husband, Loved By Billionaire

　　At the sight of a weapon, someone screamed in shock, and the crowd of onlookers quickly scattered.


　　Zachary pulled Natalie behind him, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Don't touch the woman!"


　　Luke casually twirled the knife in his hand, never sparing a glance at Zachary. Instead, he smiled wickedly at Natalie, his gaze soft yet unsettling.


　　"Of course, I won't touch her. I can barely keep myself from feeling sorry for her. Why would I hurt her?"


　　His movements were so swift that the knife spun in his hand effortlessly, and by the time I realized what was happening, the blue cocktail in his hand had turned red. It was only then that I noticed he had cut his own hand with the knife.


　　Luke shook his glass, taking slow steps towards them, ignoring Zachary's murderous glare. He grabbed Natalie's injured hand, dripping a drop of her blood into the glass.


　　The blood mixed with the drink almost instantly, and without hesitation, Luke downed the glass in one gulp.


CHAPTER 117 I Like You, But It Has Nothing to Do With You