After Jesus Before Christianity

My sister, Laura Ward, died the year we were ten, the year we snuck out of school to play. From that day forward, my mother’s grief turned into a burning hatred for me, convinced that I was the reason my sister was gone. She treated me like a servant, like an unwanted burden, and filled the void by adopting a perfect, obedient daughter to replace my sister. She took everything from me without a second thought — my rights, my freedom, my very existence — and even demanded that I give up a kidney for her precious adopted girl. Alright, Mother, if you want a life, I’ll give you mine! But it was only when my body lay cold, my breath long gone, that she finally turned and looked at me.

My mother-in-law and I were trapped during an earthquake overseas. The rescue team knew that my husband had a private plane nearby and asked me to contact him, but I could only shake my head in rejection of the idea. In my last life, I tried my hardest to call him and get him to come save us. My mother-in-law and I were saved, but my husband’s true love got angry and went out to let off some steam. The incident ended with her being tortured to death. In front of his mother, my husband said that his lover deserved it. Yet, on the anniversary of her death, he killed me the way she had died. “I’ve always known that it was your scheme. You have to die as Shevonne did!” This time round, when my husband took his lover on a private plane to admire the cityscape at night, he found out everything that had happened and went mad.

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer, so I went online to hire an undertaker in the hopes that he would collect my body. That way, I could die and be buried. I would like to finally be at peace, even if it meant that I could only achieve it after death. I packed up my bags and left home in search of a place to die, only to receive a message from my undertaker. [Sorry, something came up. I can’t come now.] …Excuse me? I’m already half-dead, and you’re blowing me off?

Matapos ng tatlong taong pagiging martir at pagkakakulong sa sagradong kasal ni Alyson Samonte kay Geoffrey Carreon ay tuluyan na itong sumuko sa asawa. Sa kabila ng pagtulong ni Don Gonzalo Carreon na pigilan 'yun ay nangyari pa rin. Muntik na sanang magtagumpay ang Don, kaya lang isang pangyayari ang naganap. Nalagay sa alanganin ang buhay ni Alyson at ng mga batang nasa sinapupunan. Iyon ang naging daan upang tuluyang talikdan ni Alyson si Geoff na akala niya ay pipiliin na siya. Lumabas siya ng bansa. Pilit na bumangon, nangarap at nagsikap sa tulong ni Oliver Gadaza, sa pag-aakalang kaya niyang kalimutan ang dating asawa sa paglipas ng maraming taon. Sa pagbabalik niya ng Pilipinas bilang isa ng matagumpay na CEO ng sarili niyang kumpanya, muli kayang magsanga ang landas nila ni Geoff, ngayong nasa iisang industriya na sila? Ano ang mangyayari sa muli nilang pagkikita lalo pa kapag nalaman ni Geoff na nagkaroon pala sila ng triplets na mga anak ng dati niyang asawa na naging lingid sa kaalaman niya ng apat na taon? "Bakit ganyan ang hitsura mo? Ang payat mo. Pinapabayaan mo ba ang—" "Ano namang pakialam mo sa kung anong hitsura mayroon ako?" Napasuklay na ng buhok si Geoff upang supilin ang awang nadarama. Medyo guilty siya na baka dahil iyon sa annulment nila. "Kailangan kong makialam sa'yo Alyson dahil hindi ka pwedeng mamatay hangga't hindi pa tayo annul. Narinig mo? Ayokong gagamitin mo hanggang kamatayan ang apelyido ko!" "Huwag kang mag-alala, hindi pa ako mamamatay. Ayoko rin namang gamitin ang apelyido mo at ilagay sa magiging lapida ko."

Six years ago, I married this man, with all the love, trust, and loyalty in my heart. I loved him so much; I stayed with him when he had nothing, built with him, and we grew stronger together, hoping that we're going to be parents, soon… Now, he's cheating? Not with any other women out there, but my best friend. After everything we've been through together? That evening, I had walked in on him, half-naked on the bed with my best friend Sherry. But what shocked me the most, I was mocked for being barren. I couldn't bear the betrayal from the two people I cherish the most, so I left everything behind after he proposed to divorce me and marry her and gleaned into the night. Five years, later. I'm a mother of twin babies, have a business of my own, and married his boss at work. Guess who came running to me for forgiveness? My cheating husband! Should I forgive him or push him away?

The heir to the New York mafia family, the Donovitch crime family, chose me as a potential fiancée candidate. But I refused to become his wife and the future Madre of the Donovitch family. Because in my previous life, he missed the desperate call from his childhood sweetheart on our wedding night. That led to the sweetheart being killed by a Mexican cartel in revenge. He vented all his frustration on me, using sulfuric acid to disfigure me, tearing off my limbs. He tormented me for five long years. Finally, he used the punishment method for a traitor to stuff me into a gasoline barrel and burn me alive. In this life, I will definitely change my destiny. He has a thing for his stepsister, so I'll let them have each other. But this time, that cold and arrogant man ends up crying and begging me to come back.

I thought the divorce would set me free. I thought walking away from my husband would finally give me peace. But I didn’t expect him—my cold, sinfully dangerous stepbrother—to be the one waiting on the other side of my freedom. Rage Roswell doesn’t ask. He takes. And the moment he found out I was no longer married, that I was vulnerable, alone, easy to steal… he stepped in like a storm I couldn’t escape. He pinned me with those cold eyes and said one thing: “You’re mine now.” I should’ve run. I should’ve fought the tension, the heat, the hunger he ignites with just a stare. But he knows every weakness I try to hide. Every tremble. Every breath. Every part of me I shouldn’t be giving him. After the divorce, I thought I was reclaiming my life. Instead, I walked straight into the hands of the man who’s willing to burn everything—everyone—just to claim me. And this time… He won’t let me go.

Maya Rivers came to Eldridge Falls to disappear — to bury herself in routine, classes, and the quiet anonymity of the library stacks. But secrets don’t stay buried here. Not in the same town where her best friend Lena has already learned how quickly desire can ignite in the shadows. For Maya, it begins as a late-night confession whispered into the glow of her phone. A fantasy shared with a stranger. Harmless, she thought—until the fantasy steps out of the screen and into the library aisles. Now every night draws her deeper into a game of secrets and proximity, where rules are written in whispers and broken with a touch. The man in the shadows knows too much, appears too often, and echoes words she thought no one else could read. As Maya wrestles with temptation, danger, and the thrill of being noticed, her story begins to intertwine with Lena’s. In Eldridge Falls, boundaries blur, shadows stretch long, and desire has a way of pulling you past the lines you swore you’d never cross. Some secrets keep you safe. Others demand to be lived.

After a tragic accident left Emily Yates without her memories, she fell in love with her savior, Justin Yates, unaware that he was hiding the truth and using her as a stand-in for his first love. For three long years, Emily poured everything into the relationship, hoping he would love her back. But on the day Justin proposed, he held his "one true love" in his arms and left Emily stranded on a foreign street, still expecting her to remain his secret mistress. Emily decided she would no longer be his stand-in. She ripped up the contract, kicked Justin out of her life, and hid her pregnancy before faking her death. When word of her death reached Justin, his world shattered. He fell gravely ill, barely clinging to life. Five years later, they crossed paths again. Emily had risen to fame as a renowned painter and jewelry designer, while Justin had swallowed his pride, now shamelessly chasing after her. “Emily, I know I messed up. Please, don’t leave me,” he begged, desperation in his voice. “Emily, can’t you just look at me, not other men? “Emily, I’ll be your model. Come over tonight and paint me, please? “Emily… Emily… My wife…” Emily’s fury boiled over. “Get lost! Who said I was your wife?” But Justin clung to her, refusing to let go, acting shamelessly. “I don’t care. You promised to marry me before, so that makes you my wife. “I don’t care! I don’t care!” he repeated.

Tatlong taon na ang lumipas mula noong ikasal sila pero hindi pa rin makuha ni Czarina ang pagmamahal at atensyon ni Zayden. Palagi nalang ibang babae at trabaho ang pinipili ng lalaki at tiniis niya iyon. "Let's get a divorce..." sabi ni Czarina matapos siyang pagalitan ni Zayden dahil sa isang aksidente na hindi naman siya ang may kasalanan. Puno ng galit at pagkadismaya ang puso ng babae. Namumutla at nanginginig ito pero ni kamustahin siya ay hindi ginawa ni Zayden, bagkus ay inaway pa siya nito. Doon niya naramdaman na wala lang talaga siya sa buhay ng lalaki. Nagulat si Zayden sa narinig ngunit hindi niya iyon sineryoso, sa pag-aakala na isa lang iyon sa mga kaartehan ni Czarina. Ngunit mula ng araw na iyon ay hindi na umuwi ang babae. Nadatnan nalang ni Zayden na wala na ang mga gamit nito at may pirmado ng divorce papers sa mesa. "Fvck..." Binigyan niya ng ilang araw ang babae sa pag-aakala na babalik din ito. Pero sa ilang beses nilang pagkikita ay unti-unti niyang nare-realize na hindi na babalik sa kanya si Czarina. Nagulat na lamang si Czarina ng isang araw na pumunta si Zayden sa kanya na lasing, mugto ang mata, at nagmamakaawa. "Come back home, please..." he begged. "Let me be your husband again."