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She is a high-level assassin of the Black Eagle Organization, with her unrivaled beauty and aptitudes, everyone admired her but she doesn’t give a damn about it. All she craves is revenge and justice for her mother’s death, the only goal of Gracious Grace Moncatar. The leader of the Black Eagle Organization gave a special mission by group, and that special mission is to assassinate Don Victorino Tinsmith Sabio. Even if it’s a group; she grabbed the opportunity to work alone for her interest because she already knows that the Sabio Family is the primary suspect in her mother’s death eight years ago. However, his father–the leader of B.E.O won’t allow her to work alone but what do you expect from a stubborn lady? Because of her disobedience, the leader leaves no choice but to use the organization as a bet of the mission, if she failed to assassinate Don Victorino, the organization will be fallen forever. One night, she planned to seduce the man before assassinating him, but she fell into her pitfall. She never thought that the man was saucy like Adan and handsome like an actor because Don Victorino is old in the photo she saw. How come he became young? In just one night, one big failure was made. In just one mission, her goals became chaos. How can she escape her pitfall? How can she manage to correct her failure? Will she continue pursuing her only goal or leave the organization she loved wrecked by the leader? What will she choose?

J'étais la fille aînée du Clan des loup-garous. Celui qui a contracté une alliance avec notre clan obtiendrait le soutien du Clan des loup-garous. Tous les loup-garous savaient que Brian et moi étions amis d'enfance et nous étions faits l'un pour l'autre, j'étais follement amoureuse de lui. Dans cette vie, je n'ai pas choisi Brian, au contraire, j'ai choisi son oncle, Lucas. Parce que Brian et moi, nous n'avions pas de vie sexuelle pendant cinq ans depuis le mariage dans ma vie d'avant. Je pensais qu'il avait ses propres peines intimes, mais un jour, je suis entrée par mégarde dans la salle secrète derrière notre chambre, j'ai vu qu'il s'est masturbé en regardant la photo de ma cousine. J'ai réalisé soudain à ce moment-là qu'il ne m'a jamais aimée, il a seulement profité de moi. Ayant la chance de revivre une autre vie, je les ai aidés à exercer leurs vœux. Cependant, quand je me suis dirigée vers son oncle en portant ma robe de mariée, Brian s'est effondré.

On the run from her adoptive father for five years after being sold to the Russian mafia, Lianna took refuge in the states. She thought New York City was a safe place for her, that it was her ticket out of the mafia world. Little did she know that it’s swarming with people much vile than the place escaped from. This city will pull her deeper into the underworld. ~~ "I'm not her." He stood up from his chair abruptly that it fell behind. It took him three strokes until he was holding my neck, lifting me, and pinning me on the wall as he choked me. He breathes the smoke in my face but I was losing air in my lungs to inhale it. "I've searched for you and you're giving me this crap?" he hissed in my face. "Try something else, Alexa, or I'll bury you alive." He let go of my neck, I gasped for air as my lungs took all the air it needed. It's better if he ends my life anyway. I thought to myself. "Where is it?" he asked as he stood beside the table. "Where is what?" He lifts a tattered knife in his hand as he walks slowly to where I stood now. "I'll carve my name in your chest if you don't stop acting dumb, Alexa." He traced the neckline of my dress with his knife. The pointed cold blade sent shivers all over my being. "Where did you bury my father!?" ~~ [Mature Content] Photo credits to Nikola Jovanovic

Je suis mariée à Elliot Graves, le baron de la drogue mafieux de Paris, depuis huit ans maintenant. Mais aujourd'hui — le jour de notre anniversaire de mariage — j'ai reçu une photo de lui avec ma meilleure amie, Lila, célébrant comme s'ils étaient les mariés. Et dans ses bras se trouvait mon fils, Owen. J'ai fixé l'image, puis j'ai tapé une phrase en réponse. « Comme c'est parfait. » Une demi-heure plus tard, Elliot a fait irruption par la porte d'entrée. Sa voix a tonné dans le couloir. « Pourquoi es-tu toujours aussi garce avec Lila ? » Owen, mon petit garçon, a poussé contre ma jambe et m'a lancé un regard noir. « Méchante Maman », a-t-il dit. « J'aimerais que Mlle Lila soit ma vraie maman. » Je n'ai pas bronché. J'ai simplement marché vers le tiroir, en ai sorti la pile de papiers bien ordonnés que j'avais préparés depuis longtemps, et je les ai posés sur la table avec un calme définitif. « D'accord », ai-je dit, d'une voix calme. « Tout est de ma faute. Maintenant, puis-je partir ? »

Kate moves to New York for a fresh start after a heartbreak before her graduation. She starts her job in Collins Designs. On the other hand, Marc’s inheritance to the company was threatened thus, he was forced to take over as soon as possible. Due to his playboy attitude, his sister challenged him to make Kate fall in love with him. As weeks go by, Marc keeps getting rejected by Kate. He decides to befriend her and slowly court her along the way. Despite the denial, Kate’s heart slowly opens for Marc. When things were getting romantic, two foes decided to ruin their relationship. Marc’s ex-girlfriend, Margo decides to get back together. With a single photo of them in the news, Kate breaks down when she stays in Washington with her best friend, Zara. After several days, Kate returned to New York with a cold demeanor towards Marc. Weeks after weeks, Marc has finally managed to warm Kate’s heart. On the other hand, Troy, Kate’s ex-boyfriend, returns to take her back, by all means. One night, Kate goes missing and Marc is enraged. With shocking news, they were able to save Kate before something bad happened. As the week goes by, everything went well, until they never thought something would happen despite Troy being behind bars. Kate and Marc have dealt through a lot and losing someone has become a painful memory. Eventually, they found peace and made a family full of love.

Je suis morte le jour où je devais recevoir la médaille du service distingué de la meute. Trois heures après ma mort, mes parents, mon frère et mon compagnon venaient de terminer la fête de remise du diplôme qu'ils avaient organisée pour ma sœur. Pendant que ma sœur Élise publiait une photo de famille chaleureuse sur Instagram, j'étais enfermée dans notre sous-sol, appuyant sur mon téléphone avec ma langue pour appeler à l'aide. La seule personne qui a répondu était mon compagnon, Richard. Tout ce qu'il a dit, c'était : « Sophie, arrête de faire des histoires. La fête de remise du diplôme d'Élise est importante. Assez de crises de colère ! » C'était la quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième fois qu'ils faisaient cela. Je gisais dans une mare de mon propre sang, les poumons immobiles. Ils pensaient que je faisais juste une scène, que je me cachais quelque part, que s'ils me donnaient une leçon, je reviendrais en rampant. Mais ils ne savaient pas, j'étais à la maison tout ce temps. J'étais déjà morte.

Victor and I were nothing more than a pair of sworn enemies married inside the camp. He hated me for handing over my frail sister to the research institute, all so they could extract the antiviral serum from her blood. And I hated him for never seeing anyone but her, even in the apocalypse, when she could barely lift a metal rod. For the ten years of the apocalypse, the words we said to each other most often were, "Die a miserable death." … However, when the zombie horde finally broke through the last line of defense, he chained me to the modified mech truck and went out alone to face it. "Live…" I watched as the tide of corpses swallowed him whole, the crack of breaking bones mixing with the sound of flesh being torn apart. On the edge of death, he pulled out my sister's faded photo and placed it over the one clean spot on his chest. "This life is yours. But if there's a next one, don't go near her again." … That night, when I returned, I blew up the camp. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the zombie king. His razor-sharp claws closed around my throat, and I smiled as I took hold of his hand. "Let's make a deal. Give humans five more years, and I'll willingly be your queen." Last time, he gave his life to save me. This time, I'll be the monster—so they can all get what they want.

Un soir de plus, mon mari n'est pas rentré pour le dîner pourtant c'était notre troisième anniversaire de mariage. Après plusieurs appels sans réponse il finit par m'envoyer un message contenant une photo de ma demi-soeur et lui entrain de s'embrasser en me disant : voilà ton cadeau, joyeux anniversaire chérie. Francis Delaunay et sa famille m'ont toujours humilié parcequ'après trois ans de mariage je n'ai pas pu donner d'enfant à mon mari. Peu de temps après notre anniversaire il m'annonce que celle-ci porte son enfant. S'en est trop, je vais me venger. Divorcer? Ça jamais, je veux assister de près à sa descente aux enfers. Je vais tous les détruire, tous ceux qui jusqu'ici m'ont méprisé. Mon père vient de me léguer tout son empire. il est le chef de la mafia orchidée, la plus grande et la plus puissante organisation du pays qui influence toutes les sphères du pouvoir. Je ne reculerai devant rien pour assouvir ma vengeance, j'irai jusqu'à me salir les mains s'il le faut. Qui pourra m'arrêter ?

My residential area suddenly catches on fire, and the twins my husband had with his first wife are trapped in the room. This time, I call 911 without hesitation. After informing my husband of the fire, I don't stop him from leaving. In my past life, when the fire broke out, my husband was about to leave on a vacation with his ex-wife and true love. The trip was to a deserted island—it was to make up for past regrets. I ripped his flight ticket to shreds, stopping him from leaving the house. We successfully saved the kids. After the fire, my husband hurried to the island. However, he learned his ex-wife was declared missing after being taken away by a strong wave. He was calm and composed after returning, even being extra caring to me. Three months later, I discovered I was pregnant. I wanted to surprise him, but my vision went blurry. I collapsed on the floor while twitching violently. He stood aside and watched me coldly. Then, he placed a photo of his ex-wife before me. "You've gotten your wish, Caroline. Are you happy now that you've killed Sasha? You can accompany her now! No, you don't deserve that. An evil woman like you only deserves to go to the underworld!" I breathe my last breath as my vision clears, allowing me to see the frostiness in his eyes. When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day the fire broke out.

After eight years of marriage, I finally get pregnant with Claude Frey's child. It's my sixth round of IVF, and my last chance. The doctor says I can't put my body through it again. I'm overjoyed, ready to share the good news with him. But a week before our anniversary, I received an anonymous photo in the mail. In it, he was bending down to kiss another woman's pregnant belly. That woman is his childhood sweetheart, the one his family watched grow up. She's gentle and well-mannered, and the kind of daughter-in-law every parent dreams of. The funniest part is that his entire family knows about her pregnancy, except me. I'm just the punchline in their joke. It turns out that the marriage I've been holding together despite all my wounds is nothing but a carefully crafted lie. Fine. I don't want Claude anymore, and I'll never let my child be born into a world built on lies. I book my ticket to leave on our eighth anniversary. It's also the very day he's supposed to take me to see the sea of roses. Before we got married, he promised me a sea of flowers all my own. But instead, I find him in front of the rose garden, kissing his pregnant childhood sweetheart. After I leave, he starts searching for me everywhere. "Don't go, please?" he begs. "I was wrong. Don't leave." He finally remembers the promise he'd made to me and plants the most beautiful roses in the world in that garden. But I don't need it anymore.