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Ako si Anne Villar Tambalos, 25 years old. May nobyo ako for 3 years at may balak na kaming magpakasal. Sya si Conrad Lim, galing sa mayamang angkan sa Bohol. Akala ko ay ito na ang lalaking para sa akin pero hindi pala.  Nahuli ko itong nagmu-mukbang sa talaba ng ibang babae. Labis akong nasaktan dahil dalawang buwan na lang ay kasal namin.  Lahat sama ng loob ay sinabi ko sa'kin ina. Kaya agad akong pinayuhan na mag-move on ako, dahil hindi lang ito lalake sa mundo.  Kahit masakit ay kinailangan kong mag-move on sa kabiguan ng pag-ibig.  Isang araw niyaya nila akong mag-bar upang mabawasan ang sakit na aking nararamdaman. Agad akong sumama dahil naroon naman si Celyn kaya walang dapat ipag-alala.  Hindi ko alam naparami ang nainom namin. Kaya nagawa kong makipag-siping sa isang estrangherong lalake.  "Congratulations, you're 1 week pregnant!" parang bombang sumabog na aking pandinig. Hindi ko akalain magbubunga pala ang isang gabing pinagsaluhan namin estrangherong lalake. Dahil sa takot nagtago ako dala-dala ang aming anak sa aking sinapupunan at umalis patungo sa Maynila kasama ang aking kaibigan.  Masaya sana dahil natakasan ko ang dalawang lalaking naging malaking parte pagbabago sa buhay ko. Pero ang ama aking anak ay syang magiging Boss ko pala. Dahilan upang magkunwari ako na hindi ko ito kilala o nakita man lang.  Siya si Dixon Stanley Floyd, multi- billionaire. Hanggang umeksena ang kanyang ina at pinagbintangan ako ng isang bagay na hindi ginawa. Hindi man lang kasi ako pinagtanggol ni Dixon sa kanyang ina.  Hanggang niluwal ko ang anak namin, na sya namang muling pagpapakita ng aking ex. Humingi ito ng tawad sa kanyang ginawa noong nagtaksil ito sa'kin. Nais itong tumayong ama sa'king anak.  "Hihintayin ko ang sagot mo, babalik ako bukas. Kaya pag-isipan mo ang aking sinabi!" saad nito, saka tuluyang umalis.

Ashley Black glaubte, sie hätte alles: die perfekte Ehe und den perfekten Ehemann. Bis zu jener Nacht, als er nach Hause kam und ihr Herz in tausend Stücke zerbrach. „Du wirst aus dieser Ehe gehen, wie du hineingekommen bist, nur mit deiner Kleidung. Du wirst keinen Cent bekommen, weder ein Haus noch ein Auto. Unterschreib und verschwinde.“ Ich kämpfte gegen die Tränen an, während ich die Papiere unterschrieb, und als ich ihn ansah, hätte ich fast nach Luft geschnappt, so viel Hass lag in seinem Blick. „An dem Tag, an dem du deinen Fehler erkennst, wird es zu spät sein“, sagte ich emotionslos. Als ich zur Tür ging und gerade hinaustreten wollte, packte mich jemand fest am Arm, sodass ich aufwimmerte. „Warum sollte ich jemanden wie dich, so widerwärtig und hässlich, jemals wieder wollen? Ich bin froh, dass ich dich endlich los bin. Warum sollte ich zu dir zurückkommen, Ash?“ Ich spürte, wie mein Herz in tausend Stücke zersprang, als ich diese verletzenden Worte hörte. Ashley verließ das Haus mit gebrochenem Herzen und schwanger, nachdem er sie vertrieben hatte. Fünf Jahre später erkannte Adrian den Fehler, den er damals begangen hatte, doch die Frage ist: Wird Ashley ihm verzeihen können? Erfahren Sie, was zwischen Ashley und Adrian in diesem Liebesroman geschehen wird.

My family was supposed to be the richest of the land, yet I had to refund even a cheap delivery. Why? In my previous life, my housekeeper's daughter got her hands on a trading system. Every cent of money I spent would be hers. She started trying to guilt-trip me into donating to all the impoverished students in her school. It was charity anyway, so I signed a check worth 300 grand. The moment I did, that money became part of her savings, and the amount on my check was zero. Everyone called me names, called me a charlatan. Even the boy toy I spent good money on broke up with me. That girl used my money to donate to charities and became the kind and beautiful heiress. She told everyone I was the housekeeper's daughter instead. Furious, I grabbed my black card and started shopping like crazy. I wanted to prove I was the real heiress, but the balance in my account was cleared immediately. That girl then spent 1.2 million right away, like it was one dollar. She scoffed at me. "Don't try to act like you're rich when you're a broke loser. Your mother doesn't make enough as a housekeeper." The Internet decided to hunt me down. I could not handle the stress, and my mind broke. For some reason, my body withered away at a blistering rate. Before my father could save me, I drew my last breath. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to that fateful day. The day the housekeeper's daughter made me donate to the school.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

Hera Jace Salviano belongs to the Salviano Family, one of the biggest and notorious Italian Mafia. Hera has an older brother name Cloud, the oldest heir of their family also the Chairmain-CEO of Valóre Sky Airline. Their family is legally owned cargo ships, travel cruises, and international shipments. They are just a common Mafia Family who has underground businesses and Casino's, Salviano's Family owned a private army. Hera is living a princess-perfect life with her older brother, not until someone makes their company crash. Cloud decides to send her sister back to their mother's country thinking that she will be safe, not knowing that the enemy he's avoiding is right next to his sister. Hera isn't familiar with the country she'll be living in now, but because of the contract that Cloud makes with their most trusted company partner Hacovo's, his sister's life is now easy. She always believes that money can buy happiness that not everyone can afford. She's an arrogant uncommon teenager who loves to collect the eyeballs of her victims. She's a psychotic mafia daughter who fell in love with a problematic suicidal man she met on a 50 feet high bridge after murdering 4 of her new classmates. Does her brother's decision was right? Or it can lead to her most unpredictable death? Does the love she found will be good for her or it can worsen the situation?

The year is 2304 and war has ravaged the world, leaving scattered communities. Keira, a headstrong 25-year-old, has joined the Eagle tribe with the goal of making a difference. Their primary mission is to take back Meraki, a planet that was intended only for the wealthy and privileged. For the past 50 years, raiders seeking riches have taken over Meraki and severed all communication. The Eagle tribe, trained by old war heroes, has been selected to assess the situation and is actively searching for scattered pieces of a space shuttle that was used to travel to Meraki. Keira is one of the few women who joined the force, as most women help out with daily necessities. She has no interest in marriage, but she can't help but react whenever Josh is nearby. Josh, newly appointed as second in command, has a string of women eagerly throwing hints of marriage, and he would stop at nothing to make them sway. His piercing green eyes, sun-kissed blonde hair, dashing dimples, and ripped physique due to excessive training would contribute to the madness. As fate would have it, she found herself crossing paths with Caleb - a master of manipulation with a dashing demeanor. Despite his apparent immunity to emotion, he exuded a commanding presence that was both cold and alluring. There was something dark and mysterious about him that drew her in, and she couldn't help but feel like he had a way of penetrating her guarded thoughts. Meraki is a place for dreams, a meaning to a better future, or maybe where dreams are now scattered by the selfish traits of men for self-gain.

My fiance, Simon Rossi, is a mafia Don with a reputation for brutality. He suddenly takes in an orphan girl and spoils her rotten. He names her Giara, saying she's pure, like a beam of light. But that is the name he has promised for our future daughter. He thinks he's hidden it well. But the night before our engagement party, I notice his cufflinks. The ruby ones I gave him are replaced with cheap plastic cartoon cats. I don't believe he's really cheating, so I abduct Giara to get answers without hurting her. Then Simon bursts in with his men. 50 people die, and three armories go up in flames. "Ivina Coleo, consider this a lesson. But don't worry. I'll send her away. Remember, this is the first time you touch her, and the last." But at the engagement party, Giara sits with Simon's parents, smiling right at me. The sight sparks a fury I can't control. I lunge forward, determined to send her away myself. Simon tells Giara to leave, coaxing me through the ceremony. But that night, he binds my limbs with stones and sinks me into the sea. "I told you that was the last time." Cold water fills my lungs. When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the day I first abducted Giara. This time, I don't want Simon or the wedding anymore.

The new colleague at my company is a stingy mother. On her first day, she shows up with a huge pile of expired snacks that her son refused to eat and hands them out to everyone. Once we're done, she pulls out her PayPal and says, "These are all imported snacks for my son. I'll need 50 dollars from each of you." During a company team-building event, she refuses to participate, saying she has to go home to take care of her child. The day after, she comes over holding her phone and asks me for money. "I didn't eat with everyone yesterday. Since the company is footing the bill, just hand me the cash equivalent for my meal." Furious, I rejected her request immediately. What I fail to realize is that she would bear a grudge against me over it. One night, her son comes down with a high fever, so she calls me and requests a ride to the hospital using the company car. Once again, I refuse without a second thought. Because of the delay, her son suffers severe cognitive damage. She blames me for everything that happened. In a fit of rage, she ends up running me over with her car. As I open my eyes again, I find myself transported to her first day on the job.

I just closed a deal worth 50 million. The room did its job, so I went to the reception to check out, and I got myself a bottle of water worth 2 dollars. That very same day, I got an email from the company accusing me of misusing company funds. They canceled three months' worth of KPI from my records and fined me 5,000 dollars. I ignored that, thinking that it was a mistake some new guy in finance made. When I went to work the next day, my access card was denied. It was canceled. I couldn't even get into the building. Furious, I called my CEO fiance, but his secretary took the call instead. "How many times do I have to tell you to follow the rules when it comes to money? Did you tell finance about that bottle of water? No? Then that's against the rules! Everyone else follows the rules, so why can't you? You're a veteran!" The CEO chimed in, "Christina, you're a veteran of the company. You must be an example. You're not allowed back to work until you finish your 8000-word reflection and read it out loud at the all-employee meeting!" They tossed the phone aside, and a moment later, moans of delight and passion traveled through the air. Stone-faced, I hung up and called our competitor's CEO. "I've got a 50-million-dollar deal and a sales manager who just got fired for you. Are you taking that deal?"

Fresh out of college, Clara Stewart asked me to take on a $500,000 mortgage for her. When I refused, she turned around and bought an $800,000 villa in full, for another guy. Holding up the property deed, she told me: "Jayden, the truth is, I'm actually rich. I've been pretending to be poor to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. I'm disappointed in you. Let's break up." I simply smiled and walked away without a second thought. The irony? I'm the son of the richest man in the country. I was pretending to be broke, too. Fast forward four years, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Clara had just barely made it into the top 50 on the list, clinging to the arm of Henry Brown as they entered. She spotted me in simple clothes with no visible brand, holding a child in one arm and the keys to a Porsche Cayenne in the other. Thinking I was someone's driver, she sneered: "Jayden, you really went all out just to see me again? Let's be real, you're just a driver now, and I'm on the wealth list. We live in completely different worlds. Don't waste your time fantasizing." I did not bother replying. Honestly, I was only there because my billionaire dad insisted. I had finally cleared a day to spend with my son and now I had to waste it on that.