Attack On Titan Marco Bodt

The day I get engaged, my brother brings home a woman who's my age. He says she's his actual sister and accuses me of stealing her life for the past 20 years. Even my fiancé says she's his rightful wife. I'm kicked out of home. Meanwhile, my brother and fiancé take the true heiress traveling. They even give her the villa they had prepared for me. Half a month later, they suddenly remember it's my birthday. To their dismay, they find that they can't see me anymore—I've joined a secret ten-year project organized by the nation. They're supposed to be happy, but they now regret everything.

When I went to buy a new house, all I found was crumpled newspaper where my savings should've been. I almost called the cops—until I found out Tony Jarrett, my own husband, had blown seven years of my hard-earned cash on a shiny new motorcycle. For Pauline Schmidt. His ex. I asked why. He just shrugged. "She's a single mom. Life's tough. This way, she won't have to walk so much." I wanted to scream, but I swallowed it down. Made him at least get an IOU from her. While I was busy sourcing stuff for the factory, a flood warning hit our town. And Tony? Out buying toy cars with Pauline and her kid. Our son was home alone, trying to stay above water. I was back. Like life hit rewind and dropped me into that exact day. The day he gave her the motorcycle. I saw them—laughing, tight, like their own little picture-perfect family. But I didn't cry this time. Didn't beg. Just turned and walked off.

Five years of marriage, and as the pack's Luna, I've never been to a single big celebration. Every Moonlight Festival, I spent it alone at home. It's simply because my mate told me the pack has a rule: wolves not raised within the pack cannot join pack gatherings. Even Lunas can't. To follow this rule, I endured my wolf spirit's unease and felt lonely for five solid years. Until the eve of another Elder Gathering, I stumbled upon a post from his first love on social media. Through another woman's account, I saw my mate. She posted pictures with my mate. For five years, at every Elder Gathering, they were side-by-side, never apart. That's when I realized, it wasn't that he couldn't make an exception. It was just that the one he'd make an exception for wasn't me.

For the past two months, I’ve been getting photos. Photos of my fated mate, Andrew, fucking his mistress, Crystal—a sultry omega. 【Dear Luna, Andrew left so many marks on me last night. He said I'm the only one who's ever made him feel a real orgasm.】 【Oh, and that famous soothing ability you're so proud of? I have it too. He says I can replace you completely now.】 【Don't worry, I'll take good care of your mate for you.】 In the photos, a smudge of Crystal's lipstick was a glaring stain on Andrew’s mate mark. Looking at those messages, disbelief curdled into despair, and finally, into a cold, hard numbness. Until tonight, when the Moon Goddess finally answered my desperate prayers. I could sacrifice half of my soothing gift for one chance to sever our mate bond on my own. In seven days, I will finally leave Andrew for good.

I’m the princess of the Hillrose Family. He’s Blair Falcone, Don of the Falcone Family. A perfect match. We were New York's power couple, the envy of everyone in the underworld. Until three days before our wedding. One minute, we were lost in each other, his body moving inside me, his lips trailing fire across my skin. The next, he calmly announces, "Flora, there's something I have to tell you." "Legally, I already have a wife. The old man married me off to her six years ago. She's the daughter of a man who took a bullet for him." "If you can live with it," he continued, "our marriage is still on. As planned." I stared at him in disbelief. "What about me? What were our six years?" He took a slow drag from his cigar. "I know what this is. So, what's it gonna be?" My hand instinctively went to my stomach. He didn't know. I was going to tell him my happy secret tonight: I was pregnant. But now, I wasn't going to tell him a damn thing.

I carried my fated mate’s pup. Alpha Seth’s pup. But for twelve years, he refused to claim me. I was his secret. His personal healer. Nothing more. He never even let our son, Leo, call him “Dad.” All because he hated that fate chose an “impure” mate like me. He claimed I drugged him, that I trapped him with a child. He ditched our son's First Howl for another woman. A powerful Beta named Sarah. That was the last straw. I rejected him. I took our son and ran. They say the proud Alpha lost his mind. That the pain of rejection tore him apart, and he hunted us like a madman. But there’s no going back. There is no forgiveness.

They say Don Julian Marconi would burn the world for one tear of mine. Five years ago, at the Met Gala, he spent millions to hang emeralds around my neck and swore I was his Madonna. Five years later, beneath the velvet boxes of our anniversary, I found a lace strap soaked in sin—and a fresh, crimson smear on his collar that told me exactly whose bed he’d left. I smiled. I asked him to sign a blank sheet of paper. And that meant he was agreeing to whatever I wanted. He called it love. I called it the death warrant for his empire. In fifteen days, I finalized our divorce papers. I boarded the Stella d’Oro as Serena Cole and burned Celeste Marconi to ash on the deck. Then I vanished with his fortune, his power and the one secret that would destroy him. I was the saint he worshipped. Now I am the ghost who haunts him. No groveling. No forgiveness. No second chance. Just ashes.

Naomi was already pregnant when her boyfriend disappeared. He was a tricycle driver, which was why she couldn’t introduce him to her parents—her father was a police officer and her mother was a teacher. It became even harder for her to speak up when Marco Ledesma vanished for reasons she never understood and was later declared dead by the authorities. She was forced to confess the truth to her parents, who were angry at first. Eventually, they supported her through her pregnancy, and she was still able to finish college. Naomi’s world was shaken when she suddenly discovered that the man who had left her was still alive—and already engaged. The man who had introduced himself to her as Marco Ledesma, a tricycle driver, turned out to be a billionaire.

Sina Katrina Reign Mendez, Marco at Franco Hermosa ay magkakaibigan. Pero paano kung paglayuin sila ng tadhana dahil sa isang pangyayari? At paano, kung tadhana rin ang gagawa ng paraan para pagtagpuin silang muli? Mananatili pa rin kaya silang magkaibigan o mauuwi sa pag-iibigan? Sino kaya ang pipiliin ng dalaga kung sakali? Bata pa lang nangarap na si Katrina ng mala-fairytale love story na kung saan siya ang Prinsesa at pinagsisilbihan ng kaniyang Prinsipe. Pero wala pang happy ending ay magulo na agad ang love story ng dalaga. Naging magulo ang buhay niya simula nang magtagpo ang landas nila ng kambal na sina Marco at Franco Hermosa. Kababata niya ang kambal pero batid niyang hindi siya magkakagusto isa man sa kanila dahil bukod sa kaibigan niya ang mga ito, isa lang din naman siyang hamak na anak ng mayordoma sa mansion ng mga binata. Pero bakit kabaliktaran yata ang lahat? Naging mapaglaro ang tadhana dahil sa kambal pa tumibok ang kaniyang puso. Hindi niya alam na ang kambal pa ang magpapagulo sa tahimik niyang mundo. Hindi alam ng dalaga na magkakagusto siya sa magkapatid kahit na magkaiba ito ng ugali. At lalong hindi niya maintindihan na sa kabila ng hindi magandang katangian ni Franco ay nahulog pa rin ang loob niya rito. Samantalang kabaliktaran naman ito ni Marco na mabait, maginoo, at maalalahanin. Lahat na yata ng magandang katangian ay na kay Marco na. Pero bakit pakiramdam ng dalaga may kulang pa? Paano niya kaya iiwasan ang kambal kung sila naman ang panay na lumalapit? At paano niya sasabihin na isa lang ang gusto niya kung dalawa ang nagpapagulo sa mundo niya? Sino kaya ang mas matimbang sa puso niya? The arrogant Franco or the good man Marco?

I'd never forget how cold the icy waters of the Sandford River were. In my previous life, I was Dalia Valentino, the future Donna of the Rossi family that they'd already acknowledged. But later on, I got betrayed by my fiance, Marco Rossi, and my cousin, Alice Palermo. They stole my betrothal contract away and took over my family's resources. In the end, they used me as a human shield and got me killed during a crossfire between our families. The moment I felt a bullet penetrating my chest, I saw Marco protecting Alice. As for my childhood friend, Riccardo Corleone, who had always watched me from behind, rushed over to me like a madman. He scooped my cooling corpse into his arms before letting out an anguished roar. That was why after I got reborn, I didn't hesitate to kick Marco to the curb and marry Riccardo, resulting in me becoming the Donna of the Corleone family. I thought Riccardo was my savior. Little did I know that fate was just playing a crueler prank on me. Both men had always been in love with the same woman this whole time. In this case, I decided to quit this game of romance and deceit.