Mga Maiikling Kwento tungkol sa Melodramatic at mga Nobela ng Independence na may Redemption

My Alpha slept with another woman. He promised me, "It was an accident." "I was drugged," he said. "I didn't even know what I was doing. Besides, I've already used my family's influence to bury it. No one will ever know." But three months later, I found him in the hospital with her—the pregnant Omega. This time, what Sebastian said to me was as cold and final as a death sentence: "Sophia, you're a smart woman. You understand the importance of a bloodline. This child will be the strongest Alpha heir our pack has seen in decades." That was it. My heart shattered. I turned and walked away. But they had no idea what they had just unleashed.

I was born into the Valerie family, with the noble blood that could give a vampire a powerful hybrid heir. I was meant to marry Ethan, heir to the Prince. But the night before the engagement, his younger brother Adrian knelt in the rain in front of me. “Elena, I’d give up everything.” “I love you. You’re all I want.” So I broke the engagement, let my family disown me, and married him without a backward glance. Then I got pregnant. He started keeping me at arm’s length, finding reasons not to touch me, not even willing to stay in the same room as me. Until the night I heard him tell his men: “Once Elena has the baby, we’ll hand it over to Ethan and Sophia.” “Sophia’s health is fragile. I can’t bear to put her through a pregnancy.” That was when I finally understood. Adrian had never loved me. He’d married me only to free up the place beside Ethan for my cousin Sophia. Even the child I’d struggled so hard to carry had already been promised away to the woman he truly loved. I rested a hand on my belly and called my father. “Dad, I was wrong about him.” Adrian thought I’d stay trapped in his web of lies forever. He had no idea. Two months from now, I would vanish from his world for good.

The richest family's youngest was a prodigal son who cared about nothing but the decadence life had to offer. I was one of his situationships who only took money from him. When his smart and charming situationship was attending events and talking about investments with him, I was throwing a tantrum and siphoning his money. When the situationship who graduated from a famous university was pulling an all-nighter helping him with his financial report, I was still busy siphoning his money. His other situationships thought I was just a bimbo who only cared for short-term gratification and failed to see the big picture. I couldn't care less. After all, like how he wasn't exclusively mine, I also had many other gold mines to dig from. One day, his family's enemies banded together and pulled the rug from under them. Their cash flow was destroyed, and bankruptcy loomed on the horizon. Their enemies stood outside the Sawyers' mansion, forcing the patriarch, Philip Sawyer, to take the receipts and sign a share transfer agreement. The other situationships made a run for it right away, worried that they would be dragged down with the Sawyers. When his siblings realized I was the only woman who hadn't abandoned him, they removed their watches and jewelry and said, "Take these and leave." The youngest son, Jonathan Sawyer, pushed me toward the back door. He didn't want me getting roped into this. They didn't hesitate to give me something valuable even when they were facing a disaster. I turned to look back at them, my heart surging with a strange sense of warmth. Just then, I heard the price their enemies wanted. I darted back to the Sawyers. "Hey, will you guys sign with me if I can match that offer?"