As Aventuras Do Amor

No acidente de avião, um dos paraquedas a bordo estava danificado. No momento de maior desespero, Miguel Pereira me entregou o último paraquedas. Consegui aterrissar em segurança, mas minha irmã, Daniela Castro, filha ilegítima, morreu devido à queda do avião. Após nossa salvação, Miguel escolheu cumprir o compromisso matrimonial, e celebramos um grande casamento. No entanto, após seis anos de casamento, ele ainda me via com ódio, acreditando que eu fui responsável pela morte de Daniela. Fui tratada como inimiga, vivendo uma vida pior que a morte durante esses seis anos. Finalmente, quando o divórcio parecia iminente, Miguel optou por morrer comigo no mesmo lugar onde Daniela havia falecido. Mas, ao abrir os olhos novamente, percebi que havia voltado para o dia do acidente. Dessa vez, decidi deixar a chance de sobrevivência para a pessoa que ele mais amava.

After dating for seven years, I proposed a hundred and one times to my boyfriend, Jason Brown. However, he always told me that he was not ready, rejecting my proposals. This continued to my 28th birthday. In his suit pocket, I found a ring box. Thinking he was about to propose to me, I was overjoyed. However, to my horror, I saw him going down on one knee to propose to his assistant, Marcella Hopkins. Right before my eyes, he placed the ring I had yearned for so long on her finger. When one of his buddies asked what he planned to do with me, Jason wrapped his arm around his new love and chuckled. "Dude, I don't think I can bring myself to marry a woman who wants to get married that badly. She's so needy. However, if I do get a second wife, I might consider her. After all, she is hopelessly in love with me." He was sure I would wait for him, and he even placed a bet with his friends that I would crash his wedding. However, on his wedding day, I never showed up. Moments before his wedding ceremony was about to start, he suddenly noticed me, fully dressed up in a wedding gown in a separate banquet hall. Seeing me about to marry someone else, he almost went crazy.

Después de que el hermano mayor de Leo Carter falleció, su madre propuso que él se casara con la esposa embarazada de su difunto hermano, Ariel Sullivan. Leo se negó. —Fawn es mi vida —dijo con frialdad—. Prefiero renunciar a heredar la posición de mi hermano como Don antes que traicionar a mi esposa. Me conmovió profundamente su devoción. Eso fue hasta que accidentalmente escuché una conversación entre Leo y su madre. —El hijo que Ariel lleva en el vientre es claramente tuyo —dijo su madre con dureza—. Entonces, ¿por qué no quieres casarte con ella? Leo exhaló una nube de humo. Su mirada se perdió en la distancia, indescifrable. —Le prometí a Ariel que le dejaría un heredero a mi hermano —dijo con calma—. Pero esto se queda entre nosotros. Si Fawn alguna vez se entera, estoy muerto. La expresión de su madre se ensombreció. —¿Y qué si se entera? Ella ni siquiera puede tener hijos. ¿Vas a terminar con el linaje de la familia por su culpa? Leo la interrumpió, su voz repentinamente fría y peligrosa. —Si se entera, me dejará. Y no puedo sobrevivir a perderla. Si quieres un nieto, entonces mantén la boca cerrada. Me alejé tambaleándome, aturdida, y la sangre en mis venas se volvió lentamente fría. Leo me entendía mejor que nadie. Sabía que en mi mundo el amor no podía tolerar una traición. Así que, en el momento en que me traicionó, tomé mi decisión. Me marchaba.

El mismo día en que confirmó su nuevo embarazo, Valeria Soto hizo otro descubrimiento devastador: su esposo, Javier Vega, ya compartía un hogar con Alicia Castillo, la joven becaria de escasos recursos a quien ella misma había ayudado. Resultaba que, mientras Valeria se consumía en la aflicción por la pérdida de su hijo, Javier celebraba con su amante el nacimiento de su vástago. Resultaba que la compañía que ella había fundado con sus propias manos, ya había sido usurpada por la amante. Resultaba que incluso la casa conyugal, que creía su exclusiva, tenía una réplica idéntica que Javier había construido para la otra. En ese instante, todo rastro de amor por Javier se esfumó de su pecho, dejando solo un odio denso y amargo. Valeria escondió el informe de embarazo y exigió el divorcio con una frialdad decisiva. Pero Javier, con su tono autoritario de siempre, respondió: —Valeria, si te arrepientes y me suplicas ahora, puedo hacer como que ese acuerdo de divorcio no existe. Ella se volvió para marcharse, lanzando con serenidad: —Señor Vega, nos vemos en la oficina del registro civil para el divorcio. Tiempo después, fue Javier quien finalmente bajó su orgullosa cabeza. Frente a una Valeria renovada e impresionante, suplicó con arrepentimiento que volviera a mirarlo siquiera una vez. Ella, sin embargo, solo esbozó una sonrisa distante: —Señor Vega, llegó demasiado tarde. Ya nunca más latirá mi corazón por usted.

My wife, Lindsey Kelsey, suffers from an aversion to intimacy. For ten years of marriage, she pushed me away again and again. Then, on our anniversary, she abandoned me and, in front of the crowd, kissed another man with reckless passion before the two of them walked hand in hand into a luxury hotel. Afterward, Lindsey brazenly declared that a real man should be magnanimous, not petty. Magnanimous? Then I wish them both eternal bliss—may they be bound so tightly they can never break free from one another. Later, I handed Lindsey the divorce papers with a blank expression. I was determined to walk away from her. But Lindsey went mad when she realized she couldn't find me anymore.

Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?

Eloá Vasconcelos sacrificou a própria vida para salvar o Samuel Albuquerque. Como preço, ela perdeu a audição. E no lugar da gratidão, recebeu humilhações e sarcasmo dos amigos dele. Ainda assim, com o risco de nunca mais acordar, decidiu enfrentar uma cirurgia para recuperar a audição. Quando finalmente quis partilhar a alegria da vitória, encontrou apenas uma dor ainda maior: em meio ao álcool e à intimidade, o noivo pronunciou o nome da antiga paixão — Mirela. Nesse instante, ela compreendeu. Seu amor nunca teve resposta. Ferida, mas lúcida, ela escolhe a liberdade. Partiu. Deixou Ravélis, deixou a mansão Albuquerque, deixou Auristela. Deixou ele.

Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate. But what if someone could see their death coming? Would they do everything in their power to stop it from happening, or would they live their lives to the fullest since they knew it was coming to an end? Would they fight tooth and nail to be able to stay earthside for even a minute longer or would they succumb to the inevitable? This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me. My name is Remi Woods. I'm eighteen years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've been able to see how a person will die with a single touch. At first, I wasn't quite sure what was happening and I was terrified that maybe I was going crazy, but after my visions kept coming to fruition no matter what I did, I knew I was different, and not in a good way.

I May Love You... but I Hate You More Rena thought she could move on. Yoké thought he could forget her. But when fate throws them back into each other’s lives, old feelings ignite into something far more dangerous. Jealousy becomes their language. Revenge becomes their game. And every misunderstanding pushes them deeper into a cycle of passion and hate they can’t escape. They say love conquers all… but what if love is the very reason they destroy each other? ★Sequel to Till Worlds Do Us Part

RACHEL:I was supposed to be a bride. Instead, I became a tragedy in a white dress. When your mother dies the same night your groom disappears, you stop believing in happy endings. Then came him. A man with no warmth, no promises and eyes that watched me like I was a puzzle he didn’t want to solve. He saved me once. Now I live under his roof, cooking meals for a stranger whose silence speaks louder than comfort. Then there is Chris, the charming CEO who drowns me in the kind of affection I always dreamt of. And there is Liam, my ex fiance who came crawling back, begging for another chance. But the heart is a stupid thing. Even when it’s broken, it still learns to give second chances. Even for the wrong man. DAMIAN: She was a disaster I didn’t ask for. One I couldn’t ignore. I don’t do emotions, and I sure as hell don’t do strays. But I let her in, just for a while. Rachel Hart is not my responsibility. But she keeps showing up in places I can’t ignore, my company, my home, my thoughts. Now her presence lingers. Her scent. Her voice. Her past. She doesn’t belong in my world. But I find myself rearranging it anyway. And when someone else tries to claim her, They’ll learn the hard way I don’t let go of what’s mine.