After Prison I Choose Myself

After being released from my three-year sentence, Zoe Sanders finally found me in an underground fight club. The moment she saw me, she grabbed me by the collar and punched me across the face, her eyes burning red with fury. "Henry Goldman, who gave you the nerve to disappear like this? "And what the hell have you done to yourself?" I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and laughed carelessly. "One punch, one hundred thousand. "If you’re still angry, feel free to keep going. I could use the money for this year’s rent." Her fists trembled uncontrollably, but her voice softened. "Come home with me... apologize to Ronald Green. "He’s always been kind-hearted. He already forgave you for framing him." Her gaze swept over the scars covering my body, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. "Look at yourself. Covered in blood like this... what’s the difference between you and a stray dog digging through garbage?" My body stiffened. Then I turned and walked away. What she did not know was this: In prison, blood and violence were the only ways I learned to survive. "Don’t forget," she shouted after me, "I’m still your fiancée!" My footsteps stopped. How could I forget? Three years ago, on the night of our engagement, Ronald drugged me and sent me to a black-market auction. I was stripped of all dignity and sold like merchandise. That night, I became the laughingstock of the entire city. And the person who signed the papers that sold me… was my fiancée herself.

Maraming lalaki ang naghahangad sa isang Yesha Calixtro dahil sa angkin niyang ganda. Ngunit paano nga ba siya magmamahal sa mga lalaking katulad lang din niya? Isang babaeng walang pera, at ang lahat ay kailangang idaan sa dasal. Kaya naman ipinangako niya sa sarili na kung pipili siya ng lalaking makakasama habang buhay kahit hindi niya mahal ay iyong may pera at kaya siyang iahon sa hirap. Paano nga ba kung makilala niya si Shawn Rios na isang taong mapera, kayang ibigay ang lahat. Ngunit sa kabila niyon ay ang isang madilim nitong sekreto. Ano ang gagawin ni Yesha kung malalaman niyang isa itong Ex-Convict?

I thought stepping into that prison would be the end of everything ,my freedom, my future, my life. Instead, it became the beginning of a dangerous obsession. In the shadows of steel bars and whispered secrets, he found me: the ruthless inmate with blood on his hands and fire in his eyes. He saved my life when death came knocking… then claimed my heart with a single, forbidden touch. But in a place where trust gets you killed and love between men is the deadliest sin of all, how long can I survive the man who both protects me and destroys me?

My mate, Carter, sent me to a werewolf prison for four years. On the day I was released, he arrived holding the hand of his pregnant mistress. “This is what your parents owe me.” “From today on, you’ll take care of Amelia.” I nodded obediently. She made me pick roses with my bare hands. Made me plant a hundred pots under the scorching sun. Made me scrub my allergic, ulcerated skin with alcohol. And I did everything she asked. Until the day they brought me back to my old home. The house was gone. In its place stretched an endless rose garden. And my only sister— had become nothing but a box of ashes. That was the moment I understood. I survived not to atone. I survived to take revenge.

A woman's husband returns from jail after four years, just when she has moved on to another man. Now she has two men competing for her love. With all the grief in her heart, the husband does not stand a chance.

I was given a second chance on the day my mate chose another she-wolf over me. In my last life, I fought to keep him. I begged, argued, and stood in his way, only to watch him blame me for everything he lost. On the day of our bonding ceremony, he made me pay for loving him. This time, I didn’t cry. I didn’t beg. When he wanted to take her to the Frost Territory, I packed his bag myself. When she smiled behind his back and called me replaceable, I let her. If he loved her so much, I would step aside. But the day he finally realized I was no longer waiting at the altar, I had already walked into another ceremony, in another pack, beside a man who had never once made me feel second best. My old mate thought I was teaching him a lesson. He was wrong. I was setting myself free.