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Vera was the Alpha king's daughter. She was famous for rejecting the throne to make her own identity. But no one knew that she married her mate, Fred Clinton— An average Alpha, and dedicated 7 years of her life to help him. That's not all, she also put her wolf to sleep and introduced herself as a human so he wouldn't feel bad about having a stronger mate. She thought life was good. She thought she had the best husband and son. However, on the sports day event of her son, her heart bottomed out to see him and her husband doting on his PA, a nineteen year old girl pretending to be cute. When she confronted them, their words shattered her heart. "Mommy, there's no need for you to overreact okay! Aunt Tory here was doing what you were supposed to do— Taking care of us. Stop throwing a tantrum and let us enjoy the movie." Those were her son's words when she yelled at them. "Vera, I can't deny my feelings for Tory. She pulls me in like a magnet. Many Alphas have women beside their Lunas. Why are you so bitter about it? Accept her or the doors are behind you. It's your choice." "You want that Vixen? Fine, I'll leave you both to be with her. Enjoy your lives." Heartbroken, Verena left them. She revived her wolf and decided to pick up where she left 7 years ago— To make her own identity. But when she meets a certain Alpha billionaire on the way, her life is not the same.

The day before my wedding, I went to our cathedral early to get familiar with the place. Instead, I found my fiancé and my stepsister, Isabella fucking on the altar. Our altar. I caught them. He didn't even apologize and just threw me out into the storm. I collapsed in the pouring rain. That’s when he found me. Alistair, the Vampire Prince. He moved like a god through the storm. He pulled me from the mud, and gave me a palace. He told the world I was his soulmate. The one he’d spent centuries searching for. His one and only. For five years, his devotion made me the envy of the supernatural world. I thought I was the one exception in his eternal life. Until I found his secret room. My fingers brushed against an ancient scroll. The script was written in blood. The first line was her name: Isabella. Beneath it, in Alistair's own hand: “Absolute priority. Above all else.” Underneath was a healer's log I’d never seen before. A vampire's healing log. The date was from the night I found out I was pregnant. The night I was attacked by werewolves. They brought me back to the castle, covered in blood. The healers never came for me. I woke up alone. The baby was gone. Our child. His blood, my blood—gone. And my clothes were soaked in what was left of it. I cleaned every trace of it. When he came home, I broke down in his arms. I never told him. I couldn’t bear for him to feel the pain I felt. Now I understood. That same night, Isabella was also being attacked by werewolves. And Alistair’s order to his council was: “Send every healer. Isabella is the priority.” My heart stopped. Despair was a poison in my veins. “If I was never the one... then you can keep your eternity. I want no part of it.”

His songs were better when he had a broken heart. That sentence would change my life after my dream job was dished to me on a shiny, silver platter. All I had to do? Hurt Nash Pierce enough to get him writing good music again. The pop icon’s songs were no longer the phenomena they used to be. His team needed another breakthrough album—like the first he’d penned, using his heartbreak as fuel. The plan was simple: I’d go on tour with him as a backup dancer…and make him fall in love with me. I was hired to inspire—to become embedded into every lyric he wrote. Then, I was to set fire to it all—to destroy every feeling we hoped he’d develop for me. It seemed simple enough. Easy, even. I didn’t expect to be consumed myself—to see so much in the man displayed in the tabloids. I didn’t foresee falling for him. It didn’t occur to me that, while attempting to break his heart, I might just shatter my own. Most of all, I never thought I’d fight so hard to hold on to a relationship that had always been founded on goodbye.

The real heiress, Alicia Grant, gets reunited with the Grant family and is scheduled to marry Cory Dawson, who's supposed to be my fiance. On the very same day, I, the vile fake heiress, get kicked out of my home. When I'm about to take my own life out of despair, I go through an awakening all of a sudden. It turns out that I'm just a vicious supporting character in a sappy romance novel whose tragic fate is already penned by the author. After I die, Alicia decides to adopt my daughter out of "kindness", only to let her get bullied from a young age. In the end, my poor daughter dies tragically in an alley. I throw the knife away immediately. With stumbling steps, I whisk my daughter into my arms and quickly immigrate elsewhere. As a supporting character, my life is already filled with misfortune. I mustn't let my daughter go down the same path as well. Initially, I thought I wouldn't see the Grants anymore. Unexpectedly, when I step into Carmont five years later, I end up bumping into them again.

One week before I died, my mate’s childhood sweetheart returned to the Silver Ridge Pack. Damon Thorn stayed out all night. The next morning, he called me. “Serena is back. I’m rejecting you. Come home and accept it.” I coughed into my palm. “I’m at the healing center.” His voice turned cold. “What, are you going to say you’ve been poisoned and you’re dying?” He laughed once, sharp and cruel. “Save your lies, Aria. Even if you’re really dying, you still need to come back and end our bond.” I smiled bitterly and said, “Okay. I’ll come home now.” He didn’t know I was truly dying. I thought once I was gone, he would finally be happy with the woman he had loved all along. But on the day of my funeral, Damon abandoned his new bride. He came to my grave and fell to his knees.His hands shook as he touched my name on the stone. “Aria, open your eyes.” “Didn’t you say you were dying just to trick me?” “Then get up and lie to me again.”

Yashashree Celine Amora is a simple high school student of Mondrian University who didn't expect to be a big fan of Cntrl S Band and fall in love with the band Guitarist named Oliver Tagan Ramirez... She will give her all to him but Tagan was so heartless to appreciate her efforts. It will come to the point that destiny will separate them, but what if they meet again and Celine knows that she still loves him will she be willing to give up everything for him again?