Akatsuki No Requiem

Hanggang Sa Walang Hanggan Matapos maramdaman ni Loco Salvacion isang seaman ang kung paano lokohin ng asawa ay biglang nagbago ang kanyang pag-uugali. The loving and caring husband Loco is dead. He is now a heartless husband who swear to himself na ipapadala n'ya sa sukdulan ng impyerno ang asawa. He sent his wife life to hell at sa mga kamay n'ya ay naging malagim ang buhay ng kabiyak. Subalit paano kung isang masakit na katotohanan ang kanyang malalaman sa likod panloloko ng kanyang asawa? How will Loco accept the painful truth if time he has right now is near to end? How will he be able to say I love you to his wife if it's his time to say goodbye? Sa pagmamahal, may habang buhay nga ba?

Marga Sandoval was forced to marry Demoer Castalijo. Ngunit paano kung ang kanyang pinakasalan ay hindi pala tunay na Demoer kundi ito pala ay si Denovan? Paano kung sa pag balik ng totoong Demoer ay aagawin nito ang babaeng pag-aari na ngayon ni Denovan? Sino ba sa dalawa ang mas may karapatan?

Si Alera Cardinal. S'ya ang babaeng go lang ng go sa buhay. She can be your girlfriend, and she can be your mistress. Ang trabaho ni Alera bilang isang paid sl*t ay walang sinasantong sitwasyon at relasyon . She doesn't care kung may asawa ba ang lalaki or my girlfriend ito, malaking wala s'yang pakialam. All she needs is to ride that man and earned money. Of course, lahat ng lalaking nakaka-sex n'ya laging sinasabi sa kanya na mahal s'ya ng mga ito. She replied `` I love you too" pero it was a big joke. Hindi s'ya naniniwala sa pagmamahal dahil ang paniniwala n'ya ay hindi lumiligaya ang lalaki sa pagmamahal. Dahil kung marunong magmahal ang mga ito ay bakit nagiging kabit s'ya at nagiging pangalawang girlfriend ng iba. Alera is a wild stripper. Pero paano kung isang araw ay may isang Hitler Francisco ang mag pagpaparamdam sa kanya ng tunay na pagmamahal? Mababago ba ang paniniwala n'ya? Hitler nurture Alera a love na hindi nito pinaniniwalaan. Si Alejandro ay galit sa sl*t woman dahil magagamit ang tingin n'ya sa mga ito. But, except Alera. Pero paano kung isang araw na kung kailan malapit na ang kanilang kasal ay tsaka pa malalaman ni Alera na ang ama ng binata ay naging sugar daddy n'ya noon na naging dahilan ng hiwalayan ng mag-asawa na s'yang dahilan ng binata to hate the sl*ts, at ngayon ay bina-blackmail s'ya ng ama nito. How will Alera escape sa sitwasyon at sabihin ang totoo sa lalaking mahal n'ya na s'ya pala ang dahilan kung bakit nasira ang masaya nitong pamilya. Paano n'ya gagawin iyon kung maaaring mawala ang taong mahal n'ya at nag iisang nagmamahal sa kanya. Maglalakas-loob ba s'yang magsabi ng totoo, o magpapa-alipin na lang s'ya sa ama nito as his secret sl*t in order to keep her secret.

He is the unchallenged Alpha of the Shadow pack. He crushes my hand, lets his true love drive me to the brink, and forces me to lick wolfsbane from my wounds in the punishment chamber, turning me into the pack's laughingstock. I am the Lunar pack's pawn in a political bonding. After enduring three years of humiliation and clutching enemy intelligence, I overturn his throne during the Moon Ceremony, making him watch helplessly as his beloved betrays him and his pack descends into chaos. Later, he backs down. He abdicates as Alpha and gets down on his knees at the pack's border every day, his voice hoarse from shouting, "I was wrong." I hold a blood-stained dagger, my gaze icy as I say, "Your regret is deadlier than wolfsbane and worth even less than my life." Our bonding is a calculated trap, and revenge is the move I am determined to play. Winning him back no longer matters. This time, I am not turning back. I want nothing but his endless remorse and the chance to break my chains and begin a new life.

A few weeks before our wedding, Rodney Luther's stepmother, Jessica Flaine, posts a photo on her social media. In the photo, she's wearing the wedding dress I picked out, holding a bouquet of red roses, and shyly leaning toward Rodney, asking for a kiss. The caption reads—"Dreams fulfilled." I don't call Rodney in tears or throw a fit like I used to. I simply like the post and leave a comment. "Screenshot sent to Rodney's father." Not long after, Jessica deletes the post, and Rodney's phone call follows immediately. "Ivana, you're being so petty! The rest of my days belong to you. It's only today that I'm fulfilling a small dream of Jessica's. Hurry up and explain things to my dad! "Come on, be good. I've got a gift for you." A scoff escapes me. "Rodney, do you hear me clearly? Go explain it to your father yourself!"

As the Mafia principessa, my dad banned men from my life growing up for my protection. However, when I turned twenty, my mom suddenly started arranging blind dates for me. “Please. Just go meet him.” “Mom, I’m only twenty. Am I supposed to get married already?” I didn’t understand her urgency. “I know, I know, but—” After hesitating for a long time, I finally said what was really bothering me. “The guy you introduced is almost fifty. He’s old enough to be my dad!” There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then my mom spoke carefully. “Well, actually… it’s possible he really is your father. I was young and foolish back then. More daddies, more options, right?” My silence must have been deafening because she hurried to backtrack. “Okay, okay. He is a little older, but he’s seriously handsome! A daddy among daddies. Incubus‑level hot!”

For six years, I took bullets for him and erased every sharp edge of myself. Because of the way he protected me, outsiders all believed I was the woman closest to his heart. However, when I asked for just one sincere “I love you”, he laughed and refused. “Mafia marriages aren’t about feelings. Know your place.” Then he said, “If Sophia doesn’t like it, don’t even bother.” When the bomb countdown hit thirty seconds, my don husband shoved me aside without hesitation and ran out holding Sophia in his arms. Only then did I understand that after six years of entanglement, I wasn't even worth a single hair of his sister. I slammed the divorce papers into his face. “I’m going to personally send you and your precious sister straight to hell!”

After the Ig publication S.H.I.T Journal goes viral, I search its website out of curiosity. The satirical journal bills itself as a home for all things academic garbage. The moment I open the site, the top trending article catches my attention. It reads, "A Research on How to Deceive a Gullible Foster Mother With Face Blindness and Trick Her into Raising Me as Her Biological Daughter for Twelve Years". "Keywords: deception, face blindness, self-delusion, false family bonds" I freeze and click into the full article with trembling fingers. The more I read, the more terrified I become. "1.1 Definition of face blindness and how to swap daughters to deceive the foster mother" "2.1 Practical uses and drawbacks of the foster mother" "3.1 How to profit by exploiting the foster mother through her face blindness" The content sends a chill through my entire body. The comment section is already in chaos. "Does this mean the author is actually the daughter of the mistress, and her father swapped her to be raised by his wife for twelve years?" "That's not all. Didn't you read 2.1? The wife had her own daughter, and the husband deliberately handed her over to traffickers!" "What the hell… In 3.1, it even says that because the wife has face blindness and can't tell people apart, the author makes deals with single fathers of classmates and sends the wife to…" At that point, my phone slips from my hand and crashes to the ground. The screen shatters instantly. I have severe face blindness, and I have a daughter who was kidnapped and only found again after three years.

My husband, Gideon Huber, is a self-righteous hypocrite. He used my money to fund an impoverished student's education fees, forced me to donate my kidney to a homeless man, and even gave my newborn to a human trafficker. Now that I'm reborn, I finally found out why Gideon had done all those things to me in my past life. Apparently, he was bound to the virtue system in my past life. This time, the system has chosen me as its host. Well then, Gideon, please enjoy the feats of "justice" I shall perform on you!

My husband lies to me about working late on Christmas Day. I know he wants to give me a surprise—I saw a jewelry set worth millions of dollars in his pocket. However, all I receive is the news of him pretending to be Santa Claus as he delivers a gift to his female secretary. She flaunts it on social media. "You're the most precious Christmas gift I've gotten." My husband changes the background photo on his social media to a photo of them together. I smile and like the post. Later, the secretary comes to me and smugly says she's pregnant. Meanwhile, I pull out a diagnosis report verifying that my husband is sterile. "Checkmate!" She visibly panics.