Aunt Dimity

My pup Asher had been sick for six months. Every time I personally cared for him, he became even sicker. I finally believed the witch's prophecy: I was cursed. My very existence would harm my own pup. I went to the moon temple and prayed that the moon goddess would lift the curse and ensure my pup's safety. From then on, my Alpha mate Damon brought Asher up the mountain every day to see me. Hundreds of miles of mountain road. They made the trip over a thousand times. Our bond never faded with the distance. Until today. A group of rogues broke into the Sanctuary and pushed me down the stone steps. I called Damon all night. No one answered. Then I received an anonymous video. Damon knelt in front of a woman, kissing her swollen belly. Asher stood next to them, grinning ear to ear. "I'm gonna have a brother! Aunt Serena, your pregnancy must have been so tough. Me and Dad will be your knights forever." He turned to Damon, his young face bright with pride. "Dad, I faked being sick pretty well, right? Pretending to feel awful every day, tricking Mom into taking me to the Healer over and over. They never found anything wrong, and she really believed that curse stuff. Went up the mountain all on her own." "But what if Mom finds out? Won't she be mad?" Damon didn't seem worried. "Don't worry. I've got the whole mountain sealed off. She won't find out." Only then did I understand. Everything had been a lie, planned by my mate and my son. I turned around and knocked over the Hope Flame that I had lit for Asher without hesitation. This flame was lit at the cost of my wolf’s strength, offered to the Moon Goddess so that she might bless Asher with health. Through the flames, a familiar figure sprinted toward me.

The day after my Alpha mate's precious childhood sweetheart Sage accused me of sending rogue wolves to attack her, my mate Kael, along with our two sons, suspended my brother above a massive cauldron of boiling silver, threatening to throw him into the molten metal that would burn him alive. I went insane, rushing toward them, but the pack warriors held me back with iron grips. "Do you understand your mistake now?" Kael stood nearby in his perfectly tailored suit, his eyes cold as winter frost, his voice laced with ice. "Will you ever dare to hurt Sage again?" "I didn't attack her!" I cried, struggling against the warriors' hold. "Kael, let my brother go! He's only eighteen! He just got accepted to Harvard!" Five-year-old River crossed his small arms, his face emotionless. "The evidence is clear. Why are you still lying?" Four-year-old Stone nodded along, his tone innocent yet cruel. "Mommy, if you're so scared of Uncle dying, you shouldn't have attacked Aunt Sage. She's our precious one." My heart contracted violently. Sage was their precious one. Then what was I? What did I mean to them? I looked toward Kael, hoping he might spare my brother for the sake of our years as mates. But he only stared at me coldly, his gaze like he was looking at a complete stranger. I suddenly laughed, though tears streamed down my face. They thought it was just a dummy tied up there and they were just trying to scare me. They didn't realize that Sage had someone switch out that dummy. What's frying in the silver now is my dear little brother. In the boiling silver, my brother's body was already burned beyond recognition. But when I completely gave up and left, why did three men kneel down and beg me to come back?

Isa lang ang gusto ni Aryen Romero sa buhay niya at iyon ay ang makapagtapos ng pag-aaral. Ulilang lubos mula pagkabata at nakuntento sa puder ng mapanglait at mapanakit niyang tiya. Papasok siya bilang isang katulong sa isa sa pinakamayamang pamilya sa Laveda. Sa sobrang yaman ng mga ito ay kahit sino sa bayan nila ay nangangarap na mapabilang sa pamilya Lizares, at isa na ang Tita niya. Her Aunt's thirst for wealth awakened when she knew about her work. Inutusan siya nitong akitin ang tagapagmana ng mga Lizares at kung hindi niya iyon gagawin ay palalayasin siya ito at hahayaang tumira sa kalsada. Hindi totoo ang mga diyos sa mitolohiya pero mukhang naisasabuhay ito ni Armiel Frederick Lizares. At talaga nga namang sobrang imposible na maaakit niya ito dahil sa kasamaan ng ugali na parang ang tingin sa lahat ng mga mahihirap ay mukhang pera. But as she know him well, she discovered something deep in him behind his rich face, and lifestyle. Sa sandaling panahon ay nagawa niyang ibigay ang lahat-lahat sa binata. Pero hindi kailanman pabor sa kanya ang tadhana. Nalaman ni Armiel ang plano ng Tita niya at lubos itong nagalit na pinagtabuyan siya na nagpadurog sa kanya ng husto. Nang lumayo siya sa binata ay nalaman niyang dinadala niya ang bunga ng isang gabing mainit nilang pinagsaluhan. At kahit anong hirap ang hinarap niya dahil doon ay determinado siyang huwag ipaalam dito ang tungkol sa anak. Pero talagang mapaglaro ang tadhana. Gaano man niya itago ang anak ay lalabas at lalabas pa rin ang katotohanan. Paano niya haharapin ang galit nito sa ginawa niyang pagtago sa anak nila? Will he believe that she's not after his wealth? Will the chain of love between them could hold them two together again—or not?

May karapatan pa ba ang lalaking itinapon ka noon na bawiin ka ngayon? Sa ika-25 linggong pagbubuntis, nahuli ni Gaile Enriquez ang sarili niyang asawa, hindi sa kama, kundi sa ospital, habang siya’y nagpapa-check up para sa anak nilang ipinagbubuntis niya. Tinawag pa siyang “Aunt” ng bata at magandang babaeng na kabit ng asawa niya. Ang mas masakit, walang makikitang kahit kaunting hiya, ni katiting na awa sa mga mata ni Kaiden Montelvar, isang ruthless trillionaire CEO na sanay mangwasak hindi lang sa negosyo, pati na ng puso. Para sa kaniya, si Gaile ay isang babaeng social climber, isang babaeng handang gawin ang lahat para umangat, kahit gamitin ang kama upang itali siya sa isang kasal. Ang hindi niya alam, walong taon na siyang lihim na minamahal ni Gaile. Kaya sa isang iglap, walang paliwanag. Walang awa. Divorce papers ang inabot niya. Sa araw na iyon, gumuho ang mundo ni Gaile. Walong taon ng pagmamahal, sakripisyo, at pananahimik, lahat binura sa isang pirma. Nanganak siya. Umalis. At tuluyang naglaho. Limang taon ang lumipas. Bumalik si Gaile, malayo sa dating babaeng minamaliit. Isa na siya ngayong makapangyarihang negosyante. Elegante, matalino, at hinahabol ng mga lalaking handang ibigay ang mundo sa kanya. Ngunit... hindi pa pala sila tuluyang na-divorce ni Kaiden. At nang ipinahayag ni Gaile ang kanyang engagement sa ibang lalaki, tuluyang nawala sa kontrol si Kaiden. “Marry another man?” aniya, mapait at puno ng sakit ang boses habang kinukulong sa kaniyang bisig si Gaile nakadantay sa pader. “Over my dead body, Gaile. I’ll take you back, kahit sa anumang paraan. You’re still my wife. Sa akin ka lang.”

The Clan Healer told me that without the vial of Progenitor's Blood, the Blood Blight afflicting me meant I had only seventy-two hours to live. But my husband, Miles, the new Duke of our world, gave the only vial of the precious cure to my adopted sister, Vivienne, the woman I had turned three years ago. "She's in agony from the rejection, Isolde. It's a pain you can't possibly understand." His tone was self-righteous, devoid of any concern for the patch of skin on my collarbone already turning to stone. I nodded, watching as the life-saving, dark red liquid slid down another woman's throat. I accomplished a great deal in the time I had left. As I signed the documents, the lawyer's hand trembled. "Are you certain you want to transfer everything, Your Grace? The territorial rights of a thousand-year-old clan..." I didn't hesitate. "Yes. To Vivienne." My adopted daughter, Lily, the girl I had risked everything to save, who was now forever frozen at the age of eight, cowered in Vivienne's arms, pointing at me and screaming, "Aunt Vivienne is my real mommy! You're the witch who turned us into monsters!" I offered no defense. "Yes, that's right. Be a good girl and listen to your new mother now." The Progenitor's Ring, the symbol of the clan's supreme authority, now rested on Vivienne's hand. "Oh, sister, you're too kind," she sobbed, her sobs a practiced performance. "I'll be sure to protect the family in your stead." I nodded. "You'll run things better than I ever did." I even signed away my control over the Elder Council, a council sustained by my own blood. For the first time in a century, a shadow of complex emotion crossed Miles's face. He stared at me,"Isolde, stop fighting. It's better this way. You need to rest." Yes. On my deathbed, I had finally become the perfect, submissive Isolde they always wanted. An Isolde who was about to turn to dust. The seventy-two-hour countdown had begun. I wondered, when I finally turned to ash,

Being the only daughter of the Calhoun family, a mafia family in Merovia, I am doted on like a princess. This changes when I turn 18, when Mom dies. On the way back from a family meeting, the car blows up, and Mom shields me beneath her. Even as she lies in a pool of blood, her gaze is tender as she says to me, "Don't blame yourself, sweetheart. I love you." Still, after Mom's death, everyone in the family starts blaming me for what happened, including Dad and my older brother, William Calhoun. I go from being the princess of the family to the jinx that everyone hates. Soon after that, Dad brings home a new adopted daughter, Juliet Calhoun. William favors her and detests me. Even my childhood sweetheart, Shawn Kramer, takes a liking to her and ignores me. Dad says his new adopted daughter is way better than his biological one. They all agree to attend my college graduation ceremony. But on the day, they end up taking Juliet onto our family's yacht and holding a cocktail party out on the water to celebrate the official addition of a new family heir. This is the 100th time they ditch me for her. Unable to stop myself from an emotional breakdown, I cry out, "I'm the one who's related to you by blood!" Dad shields Juliet, who backs away from me out of fear. Then, he slaps me on the face. "I wish I'd never had you." "Who wants to have a younger sister like you? I wish you'd died with Mom!" William roars in contempt. This time, I've decided to let it all go. I call Aunt Marissa, Mom's sister. She's the founder and a therapist at MindCare Treatment Center. "Come here. This is your home now." I know that Mom's death was a conspiracy. This isn't just me leaving, but withdrawing myself from the family entirely. I hope that the next time I meet the Calhouns, there won't be tears on my end. Instead, judgment will befall them.

For five years, I fought illegal matches in an underground cage ring to scrape together enough money to repay the massive high-interest loan I had taken out to treat my son Luca’s illness. Dragging my still-dislocated left arm, I rushed to tell the father and son the good news. Yet when I reached the door, I saw the capo who managed the cage arena bowing low before my husband, Vicenzo. “Underboss, Eva said she’ll repay the loan in a few days. Do we still keep pretending to pressure her?” Vicenzo idly spun the Browning in his hand, the diamonds set into it worth enough to buy the entire cage arena. “No need. She’s suffered enough these past few years. Even when she had two ribs broken a few months ago, she didn’t dare tell us.” Elena, his sworn sister, seated beside him, let out a soft laugh. “Vicenzo, what if she’s a spy sent by a rival family? After all, you are the underboss of the Carlini family. “Besides, Luca has been pampered since he was little. How could he live with someone who reeks of blood?” My six-year-old son wrapped his arms tightly around her neck and echoed her words. “I don’t want a woman covered in scars as my mommy. Just looking at her wounds makes me feel sick.” Then he turned to her and pouted. “Aunt Elena, I wish you were my mommy.” Vicenzo hesitated only a moment before looking at them indulgently. “Then we’ll test her for another six months. If she remains this obedient, I’ll officially let her become part of the Carlini family.” I watched the farce with cold eyes, because to avoid frightening Vicenzo, the ordinary librarian I believed him to be, I had hidden my identity as the principessa of the Moretti family. Also, to keep from being found by my family and my fiancé, the Don of the Carlini family, I had not touched a single cent of family money. Instead, I chose to earn it with my fists in places piled with the dead. So it seemed my endurance and sacrifice were nothing more than a taming game in their eyes.