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Once known as Levy, a normal human being, her life was forever changed by an unexpected encounter with a dragon during a sudden attack by Jeffery, her cousin Alice’s vengeful ex-mate. This chance meeting with the dragon prompted a transformation not just of her name, but of her very existence. On the advice of the Dragon Shrine Priest, who received a divine message from the dragon goddess, Levy became Lavina, a name she carried even in the human realm, as a symbol of her new identity linked to the great healer dragon. As Lavina, she built a successful career as a film producer, juggling her human life with her new mystical reality. However, things took a bitter turn when she met her dragon mate, Keenan. Their relationship disintegrated due to Lavina’s inability to bear children, resulting in a heartbreaking severance of their mate bond with the help of a witch. Seeking solace, Lavina found herself drowning her sorrows in a local bar, and in a reckless moment, sought comfort in the arms of a stranger. Ironically, the stranger was Alpha Archer, a man she’d been consciously avoiding since he confessed his feelings for her before her involvement with Keenan. After a gap of five years, their unexpected reunion in the backdrop of an awkward night brought forth a new wave of complications, particularly as Archer was on the verge of marrying a She-wolf under a contractual agreement to make her his Luna. What does the future hold for Lavina and Archer? How will this chance encounter impact Archer’s impending marriage? The story of their intertwined destinies is yet to unfold.

Natasha Del Mundo suffered from the most painful heartbreak in college. Kaya naman hirap na siyang magtiwalang muli sa iba. But one day, she got a text message telling, "Can you be my textmate?" Napataas ang kilay niya. Sino pa ba naman ang makikipag-textmate sa panahong iyon, na uso na ang chat? At papaano nakuha ng kung sinong poncio pilatong iyon ang number niya? However, instead of avoiding who he is, she finds herself texting back. But until one day, she met Cedrick Thompson; the most successful billionaire-engineer and a businessman. A man that could easily get what he wants. Pero hindi iyon uobra kay Natasha. Kahit ito pa ang pinakamayamang nilalang sa balat ng lupa, hindi siya papatol sa lalaking nuknukan ng antipatiko. Never! Pero bakit ganoon? Kahit anong iwas niya kay Cedrick, he still got into her nerves. Ang masama pa noon, pareho siyang nahuhulog sa lalaki at sa ka-textmate niya. Sino ngayon ang pipiliin niya?

Deux mois après ma mort, mes parents, dans leur indifférence habituelle, se sont enfin souvenus que j’avais disparu quelque part au retour d’un voyage. Mon père, avec son éternelle impatience, a froncé les sourcils : « Je ne lui ai pas seulement demandé de revenir à pied, qu’est-ce qu’elle a à faire une scène comme ça ? » Mon frère, toujours aussi détaché et cynique, m’a envoyé un message sur son téléphone, un émoji suffisant accompagné d’un texte froid et sans âme : « Tu ferais bien de rester morte là-bas, sinon la fortune de ma grand-mère sera la mienne, et celle de Léa. » Je n’ai pas répondu. Qu’aurais-je pu dire de toute façon ? Ma mère, elle, a grimacé et a lâché d’un ton dur : « Dis-lui que si elle arrive à temps pour la fête d’anniversaire de sa grand-mère, je ne reviendrai pas sur le fait qu’elle a délibérément poussé Léa dans l’eau ! » Ils n’ont jamais cru que je n’étais pas sortie de ce sous-bois. Alors, après un temps, ils ont commencé à y creuser. Et c’est ainsi qu’ils ont fini par retrouver mes os, éparpillés au fond des bois...

Cassandra receives an anonymous text message stating that her daughter is not her biological daughter. As guests talk about her daughter's resemblance to Violet, she begins to suspect the truth. Marcus takes Violet to various occasions in high profile, suspected to be rekindling an old love. Cassandra accidentally discovers that her daughter is a B-type, which does not match with either Cassandra's or Marcus's blood type. When she tries to confront her husband, she overhears Marcus admitting that he has never loved her and that the marriage was only for the sake of fulfilling the family's mission. Faced with complete betrayal and deception, Cassandra decides to end the marriage.

I died beneath the Ferris wheel. The killer took a photo of the Ferris wheel and sent it to my mother. 'Mom, I want to ride the Ferris wheel with you too,' wrote the killer. In my mother's voice message, her tone was filled with hatred as she replied, "How dare you ask to ride the Ferris wheel with me when you killed your own sister? Why won't you just die?!" As she wished, I was dead. However, what she didn't know was that the one who killed me was my so-called dead sister.

"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years—three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined—he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end—almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me—only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!

Josh Carter, a beguiling wealthy person known for his costly occasions and laid-back manner, is at crossroads. At the point when his dad dies suddenly, he is given a horrendous predicament framed in his dad's will: wed to acquire the Carter family riches, or watch everything deteriorate away. The Carter realm's past weighs intensely on Josh's shoulders, yet the idea of surrendering his unique lone fierce way of life feels like detainment. Josh makes a dangerous arrangement to get away from this unexpected circumstance. He moves toward Amy Wesley, the contemplative and bashful proprietor of a little bookstore in the downtown area, with a fascinating proposition: a contract marriage. Amy, who is lowered under water and fantasies about reestablishing her valued yet monetary striving bookstore, takes Josh's deal. They start their contract marriage, what starts as a ploy changes into considerably more. Josh's unbending facade starts to break, finding scars from a difficult past he's for quite some time tried to neglect. Amy, with secret stores of force, shrewdly directs Josh through the complexities of their bogus marriage. Their lives become weaved surprisingly, and the limits between what's valid and what's only for show get obscured. Amy finds a secret note tending to her, covered in the dusty profundities of the bookstore, similarly as they have faith in the possibility of certifiable love. The note implies a labrynth of foul play and covered thought processes that causes some qualms about Josh's real goals. Amy starts on an excursion to find the purpose for Josh's inspirations, driven by encoded hints from the note, and the plot takes an unexpected bearing. The novel closes with a strained excursion through the city's complex roads, leaving Amy's life in risk, and a dark message implying towards a perilous plot squeezing to swallow them both.

I built them up. I gave them everything. And they destroyed me. I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought friendship meant loyalty. But I was wrong. I bankrolled my boyfriend, helping him rise from nothing, believing in his dreams. I took my best friend under my wing, giving her everything she never had. But while I was away, enjoying a much-needed girls' trip—the one she conveniently backed out of—they were busy betraying me in the worst way possible. I found out by accident. A simple call from his phone, meant to tell my best friend I was back, turned into the moment that shattered my world. "My baby." Those words on the screen made my stomach drop. And then I read more. "I’m just after her money. Once I get enough, I’ll leave her. I’m collecting from her and her father. I’ll use her and dump her." Every message felt like a dagger to my heart. The man I loved, the friend I trusted—they had been plotting against me all along. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. What do I do? Do I confront them? Do I scream? Do I fall apart? I want to wake up. I want this to be a nightmare. But it’s not. This is my reality. And I don’t know what happens next.

J'ai patienté trois heures à la fête d'anniversaire de mon petit ami, Roméo Bossuet. Celui qui devait être le héros du jour dans son costume élégant a été appelé à l'hôpital par son premier amour, Gisèle Favre. Prétextant une entorse à la cheville pour susciter la sympathie, cette femme a même filmé une vidéo d'un baiser avec Roméo. Pris par l'émotion, Roméo, soi-disant invalide des jambes, s'est levé pour la plaquer contre la porte. « Roméo, pourquoi tu dis pas à Nina que tes jambes sont guéries ? » La voix de Roméo était pâteuse : « Si elle l'apprenait, elle insisterait pour que je l'épouse. Mais qu'est-elle pour moi ? Juste une bonne gratuite ! Elle est pas digne de devenir ma femme. » Ils s'embrassaient passionnément. Gisèle, vêtue d'une robe de mariée que j'avais conçue de mes propres mains, regardait la caméra avec provocation. La vidéo s'est arrêtée sur le son de leurs baisers fougueux. À ce moment-là, j'ai compris que Roméo m'avait toujours menti… J'ai jeté le gâteau que j'avais préparé pour lui à la poubelle, puis ai pris mon téléphone pour envoyer un message à ma mère : « Maman, j'irai au rendez-vous arrangé, je te promets. »

She owed him everything. But when the time came to pay, it wasn’t money he wanted… Desperate to save her mother’s life, Isabel “Izzy” Vergara turns to a wealthy stranger—Seth Santiago—for help. She offers her body in exchange for the money, but when she hesitates, Seth refuses her. Yet, the next day, her mother’s surgery is mysteriously paid for, and Seth leaves her with a chilling message: Be ready when I come to collect. Months later, Izzy’s world is turned upside down when she learns Seth is her best friend Carl’s uncle. What begins as a reluctant debt soon turns into a dangerous addiction—one she can’t escape, no matter how much she tries. But just as she starts falling for the enigmatic billionaire, Carl reveals a shocking truth: Seth has a past dark enough to destroy them both. As secrets unravel and a vengeful ex-wife resurfaces, Izzy is forced to decide: Will she fight for a love that has already shattered her heart, or walk away before she loses everything—including her life?