Does 'Under The Oak Tree' Have A Happy Ending?

Today was my birthday—the day Jason promised he would propose. Instead, I found him in bed with my cousin. My heart shattered into a million pieces. I had grown up in my uncle and aunt’s house after losing my parents, enduring their cruelty and coldness, and Jason had been the only light in my dark world. Now even he sided with the people who had tormented me the most. As if betrayal weren’t enough, my own family drugged me, planning to hand me over to some man to secure a business deal. I thought my life was over—until fate intervened. I ended up in the bed of Adrian, Jason’s untouchable, powerful uncle.  One night changed everything. I had decided to bury it forever in my heart, but he grabbed my wrist and said slowly, “If all you need is a marriage… how about we get married?”

Fairytales are all about fantasy and happy endings but this one doesn't have magic, fairy godmothers, evil stepmothers and stepsisters, evil queens, and poisoned apples. This is an untold fairytale about a sophisticated lady who cares so deeply about reputation and a shameless man who doesn't give a care. Will they be able to have their happy ending like most fairytales?

That heartwarming romance is exactly what Ana has always wanted. Although her life has never been a perfect blend of anything good, she wanted to believe that she would feel that beautiful love one day. Looking at all the life challenges she has to face from her family, especially her sister, Elena, you'd think she would be miserable but she isn't. Maybe crossing paths with Ashton Eden would bring home that romance she has always wanted or not. You would expect these two to have a smooth sail at love but not when there are people who would do anything to keep them apart. Would they overcome all obstacles in the way of writing that love story that I know you can't wait to read? Well, we'll get to find out as we flip through the pages of Ana and Ashton's journey to love or not…

Willow must find a way to break her father's curse to prevent him from dying, and in pursuit of it, she accidentally gets lost in a hidden vampire kingdom where humans are supposedly a myth. She must find her way back home without being killed. Fortunately, the vampire prince is aware of human existence, and is willing to help her, although his benevolence isn't free of ulterior motives. When she is sent back to the human world, he follows her. He soon finds her and makes her an offer that would resolve all her troubles. Knowing how desperate she is to save her father, she would say yes, but what does he want in return?

When a botched attempt at love ends with Jake, Myra's crush of five years embracing an unknown woman at a party, fate allows her to meet and spend a night with a charming older stranger, Hart. Believing that being with Hart will help her forget the pain of her failed love, Myra decides to take a second chance at love, only to be pulled into Hart's unordinary life filled with twists and struggles. Just as Myra starts believing in fate again, Jake reappears in her life with a secret between their families: a secret she needs to fulfill. Read along to find out who is the destined prince of Myra's love story.

"Today is supposed to be a good day. We're choosing Wendy's dowry. Stop standing there bringing bad luck down on us!" My mother pulled my sister back in disgust, afraid the blood I had coughed onto the floor would splash the silver-bound chest. When a forest elf girl is born, her family plants a bonded tree for her, a tree that lives and dies with its owner. When a daughter marries, her eldest brother takes the old branches the tree has dropped on its own and builds her a dowry chest, a sign symbolizing a lifelong covenant of love and kinship. The chest is filled with gowns and with whatever the family gives her, and the larger the chest, the deeper the blessing. My brother cut my tree down and damaged its roots as well. "Wendy's tree is too thin and weak. It isn't worthy of the Royal Court. I had no choice but to saw yours into boards and put together a respectable chest for her." My sister stroked the silver-bound chest made from my ancient tree like a highborn princess. The whole family gathered around her to pick out what would go inside, as though they had forgotten that I was a bride that day too. My voice shook. "Then what about me?" My mother looked at me shaking there, and her face filled with disgust. "You insist on marrying that short-lived human. A wicker basket is dowry enough for you." Only in that moment did I understand that to them my life mattered less than Wendy's dignity. So I no longer had to treat them as family.