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I'm getting married soon—but not to my boyfriend of six years, Soren Cruz. He's the mafia boss based in Mehico and is currently busy "working" with his new underboss, Thea Ramirez. Lately, he's been so swamped with work that he completely forgot about me and our promise to get married on our sixth anniversary. At the Christmas party, he ordered Thea's favorite almond cake. He forgot I'm allergic to almonds. While his friends were messing around, a slice of cake hit me right in the face. I fainted on the spot. When I woke up, I told Mom I didn't want to marry Soren anymore. I'm going back.

I'd been married to my lawyer husband for eight years. In all that time, he never once acknowledged me as his wife in public. He wouldn't even let our daughter call him "Dad." Again and again, he missed out on her childhood because of his childhood sweetheart. Even when she hurt our daughter, he still forgave her. I was worn out and empty. So I decided to leave. I took our daughter and vanished from his world. But he refused the divorce. He started searching for us like a madman, turning the whole world upside down. Only this time, neither my daughter nor I will be looking back.

Gavin became Alpha right after our mating ceremony. His older brother, Damien—the former Alpha—was dead. Killed by a rival pack from the North. Gavin took his brother's mate, Sarah, and headed north. He claimed he was avenging his brother. He swore he'd expand our territory. He told me the expansion was too dangerous. He didn't want me to get hurt. So I was left behind. Left to rule a dying pack in the south, with only my healing gift to keep us from collapsing. I bled myself for healing serums, all to ensure his northern campaign didn't falter. Every time I sent word asking when our packs would merge, he'd give me an excuse. His position in the North was unstable. They'd just finished a war. It wasn't the right time. Seven years later, the pack couldn't hold on any longer. I sent Leon, my last remaining beta, to find Gavin. Leon’s message back told a different story. Gavin's new pack was already one of the three great powers in the North. And he had a pup with Sarah. A public one. Pain, sharp and swift, lanced through my chest. I marched to the pack elders and demanded they sever our mate bond. Then, I sent a message to the Healers' Guild that had been recruiting me for years: "I'm severing my bond. I'll be packless in three days. Tell the Guild I'm in."

Mariecris Bayubay, isang probinsyanang naging biktima ng karahasan sa syudad. Namuhay sa apat na sulok ng madilim na silid. Walang karamay. Walang masasandalan. Nag-iisa. Walang kamag-anak. Wasak. Bigo. Nabuhay sa takot at pagpapakamatay. Halos mawala siya sa sariling katinuan hanggang sa mapadpad siya sa puder ng isang napakayamang lalaki at magaling na psychiatrist na nagngangalang Seven Castillion, isang binatang bigo sa pag-ibig dahil ang unang babaeng minahal niya ay siya na ngayong asawa ng kanyang nakakatandang kapatid. Nagparaya siya kahit sobrang sakit na pakawalan ito. Hinding hindi na niya nakikita ang sariling magmamahal ulit dahil kahit na may sarili ng pamilya ang babaeng unang minahal ay hindi pa rin siya nawawalan ng pag-asa. Ang binata ang nagbihis at nag-alaga kay Mariecris sa mga panahong gusto na niyang sumuko. Dahil sa kabutihan nito ay hindi niya namalayang nahuhulog na siya, pero anong mapapala ng pagmamahal niya para dito kung may ibang tinitibok ang puso nito? Siya nga ba ang unang babaeng babali sa tadhana ng mga Castillion? Siya nga ba ang unang babaeng magsasabing hindi totoo ang paniniwala ng mga ito na kung sino ang unang minahal ay siya ang huli? O dahil sa pag-ibig niya sa binata ay mas lalo siyang mawawasak at muling nanaisin na mamatay nalang?

Mature Content||R-18 Giovanni Del Ville tasted success at a very young age. By the time he turned 40, he has everything a man that could ever want in his life. A successful business, a vast property. When he meet this young girl at the club. He want to save that young girl. He want to cage her in his arms. In short he want that young girl, he want to claim her as his. Ruwy Villamor ay isang strip dancer, sa club na pinagtratrabahuan niya ay kailangan na matibay ang sikmura. Lalo na't may mga customer na sadyang malikot lang talaga ang mga kamay. Pero mayroong isang lalaking namumukod-tangi. Isang lalaki na naiiba sa lahat. Bigla ay bumilis ang tibok ng kanyang puso sa di niya malamang kadahilanan. Pag-ibig nga ba ang nararamdaman niya para sa lalaki? O baka pagnanasa lamang. Paano kung isa gabi ay magawa nilang dalawa ang isang bagay na di naman dapat? They had sex all night. Pinagsawa nilang dalawa ang kanilang sarili sa pag-angkin nang bawat isa. Paano kung iiwan ni Ruwy, si Giovanni ng umagang iyon? May pag-asa pa kayang magkita silang dalawa? May pag-asa pa kayang maulit ang isang THE LUSTFUL NIGHT?

Everyone in Ieplad knows Leopoldo Vece, the Don of the Vece family, loves guns but not women—until me. Ten years into our marriage, my adoptive father, Raffaello Conti, lies dying of kidney failure. Leopoldo launches a global hunt for a donor, sparing no expense to save him. He finds her—a young, fragile woman—and spends millions solving her every problem to ensure she is ready for the transplant. On the day of the surgery, she vanishes. I rush to her home in a panic, only to find my husband holding her gently in his arms, soothing her in a soft voice. "If you're afraid of the pain, don't donate then. I'll find another donor." "Is there time?" she asks quietly. "I heard Lucia's adoptive father is at death's door." Leopoldo brushes his hand over her hair, his voice indulgent. "I'll search the world again if I have to. You're still young; this burden isn't yours to carry." As my heart shatters, my phone rings. I answer numbly. The person on the other end of the line says, "Signora Conti, we regret to inform you that Raffaello Conti just passed away. We waited as long as we could for the donor, but his body gave out five minutes ago." I return to the hospital and handle the funeral arrangements alone. After that, I call Marianna D'Andrea, the Don's mother, and say, "I agree to divorce Leopoldo. Please help me disappear."

My body drifted in the river for five years before a fishing enthusiast reeled it in. Even though the forensic pathologist managed to reconstruct my face from when I was alive through craniofacial reconstruction technology, the hatred my brother had for me remained as strong as ever. "That better be her body! She has been on the run for five years! Even in death, she doesn't deserve pity! In fact, it simply is a disgrace to have a murderer like her as the daughter of the Clarke family!" he hissed. Everyone thought he despised me with every fiber of his being. Yet, as he spoke, his entire body trembled. Who would have guessed that the distress call I made to him five years ago would end up becoming the main factor that hastened my death?

Noong una, inakala nina Mj Krisela Maceda at Jarred Lloyd Villagracia na nagreincarnate sina Edcel Kate Del Amor at John Eric Ballesteros sa kanila, ang magkasintahang nasawi ang pagmamahalan dahil sa kagagawan ni Kenneth Whin Villagracia, ang kakambal ng ama mismo ni Jarred. Until complicated stories found them both and thier connections to the deaths of those two lovers twenty years ago. Ang kuwento ba ng pagmamahalan ng dalawa ay magiging kapalaran din ng pagmamahalan nina Mj at Jarred? Hindi kaya nagpapanaginip ang mga ito dahil may mensaheng nais iparating o dahil may gustong ipaalala sa kanilang dalawa?

Seven years ago, I ignored my girlfriend's heart-wrenching pleas and ruthlessly severed our relationship. Now, after seven long years, she had risen to the top—and she was back, ready for her wedding. She didn't come home for mere celebration, though. She came for revenge. She obliterated the company my father had spent his entire life building and did not stop until she shattered his leg, forcing him to endure unimaginable pain. It was all so I'd be forced to go to her wedding and beg for forgiveness. But that wasn't enough. She wanted more. She hissed, brandishing a blade, "If Matthew's not here in ten minutes, I'll slice off a finger for every minute he's late." My autistic brother's fingers, the only way he could create art, became a bargaining chip in her sadistic game. Dad's anguished cries filled the air as he pleaded for mercy, but she was not done. She wanted to tear my family apart piece by piece. My mom, fragile and trapped in the haze of Alzheimer's, was next. Her mind, already slipping, crumbled under the relentless torment. She cracked, completely lost to the madness. With tears streaming down his face, Dad said, "My son died the day you left for abroad."

For the eighteenth time, Samson brought home his new lover and enjoyed their intimacy right in front of me. Knowing he was doing this to get back at me, I just quietly picked up their scattered clothes. Five years ago, Samson was nearly killed in a kidnapping. Ignoring all his desperate pleas, I broke up with him and left the country. Five years later, he became the CEO of a major corporation and used his wealth to keep me at his side as his personal assistant. Every so often, he would bring home a different woman and flaunt their affection in front of me just to humiliate me. Samson never knew that I had saved him from those kidnappers five years ago—and that I was the one who couldn't let go of him. Things went on this way until he brought Judy back. My cousin, someone I had financially supported for years. When Judy proudly stroked her belly and told me she was pregnant with Samson’s baby, I just congratulated her calmly. Then, I turned and made a phone call. “Hello, about that Medical Support Project we discussed? I’ve decided—I’m ready to join.”