Awakening Anna

My son asked me for something I couldn’t give. “Just three chances, Mom,” he whispered. “If he really doesn’t love us after that… we’ll leave forever.” He was talking about his father — Giovanni Romano. The heir to a Mafia empire. My husband in name only. He never called our son his own. He never once said he loved me. Chance one, Giovanni forgot. Chance two, he lied. Chance three… he broke something no apology could fix. So I packed our bags, held my son’s hand, and walked away. No tears. No goodbyes. Just quiet. The night our plane took off, my phone buzzed. “Wait,” his message read. “I’m coming home.” But home isn’t where he is anymore. It’s wherever my son finally sleeps without crying. Because some promises don’t break — they shatter. And some mothers never wait again.

"I am your husband, Leah! We're still married, and we love each other!" cried Jerome as he glared at her. "He lied to you, and you know it! You have been separated since more than a year ago!" said Adrian, his jaw tightening and his fists clenching tightly. Leah stood between the two with a throbbing pain in her head. If that damn memory had appeared soon, it wouldn't have been like that! Three months ago, Leah woke up from her long coma and found that her life had completely changed. The doctor said she had lost some of her memory, so she had no idea what had happened in the past five years of her life. Suddenly, a young billionaire named Jerome introduced himself as her husband, and when she started to believe that fact, a mysterious man named Adrian showed up and broke everything by telling her that she was being manipulated by her own husband.

When Anaya Johnson joined Reefwood Inc. as the CEO's personal secretary, little did she know that she would be facing the biggest man in all history, Lancelot Eustis. She hates him and his whorish ways with all her heart, but the six feet five, on legs, brute of a man attracts attention wherever he goes, no gender bars. And she soon starts to fight an internal battle to either join his conquests and enjoy a few nights of unbound passion and desire or keep her feelings hidden and endure the torture of watching him take yet another beautiful woman to his . Lancelot Eustis has it all. Wealth, power, the looks of a Greek God and beautiful woman falling at his feet by the dozen. But what he doesn't understand is why his stubborn and full of life secretary hasn't fallen for his charm yet. But what started out as a game for him to get under her skin and maybe into her pants, turns out to be far more powerful than he could have imagined. For he hides a secret that can cost her life.

He is Lt. Col. Adrian Drake Rodriguez, a member of a military force abroad. Two significant things happened to him upon his return to the Philippines. First, the woman who ended up with him inside his car. They were trapped in the vehicle due to a violent storm and the fierce blows of the wind. It was a night of enchantment between the two of them. But the next morning, she was gone—leaving behind no trace except her name, Faye, and the beautiful memory of what transpired between them that stormy night inside his car. Second, his attempt to reconcile with his own father ended in another heated argument. The fight pushed him to return overseas and accept a mission where survival was uncertain. Two years later, he received a call from his uncle, asking him to become the head of security at his father’s mansion and serve as his personal bodyguard, after receiving numerous death threats. Even his father pleaded for his help—for the safety of his only grandchild. Only then did Adrian discover that the mother of the grandchild was none other than Faye—the same woman he had shared that unforgettable night with, and now the wife of the man he despised the most. He accepted his father’s request for one reason—Faye. An intense obsession grew inside him, fueled by the memory of their past. He fell for her in the darkest part of their intertwined fates. Until he discovered something that intensified his desire to take Faye away from the man she married. He was willing to face death itself just to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his.

I was raised to believe that love meant endurance. That if I loved him enough, I could survive anything. For seven years, I was stationed at the border—alone, bleeding, freezing, nearly dying more times than I can count. Every transfer request I submitted was denied. Every time I asked why, I was told the same thing: the family needed me. The alliance came first. Others needed protection more than I did. What I didn’t know was this— Every sacrifice I made was approved by the man who claimed to love me. Adrian Holt, the Don who raised me, protected me, promised I would be his Donna one day… He was the one signing my name away year after year. He chose widows. He chose alliances. He chose power. And he chose for me—without ever asking. Because he was certain of one thing: That no matter what he did, I would never leave him. He believed love meant I would understand. That loyalty meant silence. That I would forgive anything—as long as he said he loved me. So when I finally walked away, I didn’t argue. I didn’t beg. I disappeared. And that was the moment his world collapsed. Now he’s tearing through cities, alliances, and his own sanity trying to find me— Too late realizing that love is not sacrifice when only one person bleeds. This is not a story about redemption. It’s a story about what happens after you lose the woman who endured everything… And finally chose herself.

Meeting at the time of the full moon makes Leo feel love for the first time. That girl named Frey. Leo always looks for opportunities to meet Frey who is always in the castle until they become good friends. This continued until Leo and Frey grew up. However, he discovered that Frey was no ordinary human. From those red eyes, a bloodthirsty aura radiated until the sharp fangs drew closer to Leo's neck. Despite knowing the truth about Frey, Leo still loves her and is determined to protect Frey who is on the verge of death. The love story of a couple wrapped in a secret they can't tell each other.

I jump off the seventh floor on my wedding day. Why? Because everyone has abandoned me to pick up a fake heiress from the airport, my fiancé included. I expect to see them riddled with heartbreak and regret after my death. However, my father merely shakes his head stoically and looks at my body while saying I was too willful. My mother bites her lip and sighs in relief. My fiancé, Magnus Gilmore, shields the fake heiress. He's afraid she'll see the horrible state of my body. The fake heiress is scared to tears at this, and everyone crowds around her to console her. No one cares whether I'm still breathing while lying in a pool of blood. I'm stunned when I see this, but I soon laugh self-deprecatingly. When I open my eyes again, I've been brought back seven years in the past. It's the day I've just stepped foot at home.

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

After five long years of dating, Winona Shaw finally said yes. I was elated, like a scavenger who'd struck gold. I put everything I had into the engagement party, but out of the blue, Winona embraced Claude Landton instead. She even tried to frame me and boot me to jail. I canceled the party and called the cops instead. That made Winona mad, and Claude started panicking. Icily, I said, "Now, calm down. We have a lot of trials to go through. See you in court."

My husband was tall and handsome, but he had no money to pay his debts. During the five years of our marriage, I sold my house and car for him. We then moved to a dark and humid basement that was only 300 square feet in size. When I got pregnant, I wanted to go for checkups, but he said that there was no need for it, as it was a waste of money. So I gave birth to a baby with a congenital heart condition. In order to get the money for his surgery, I worked three jobs every day. At that time, I noticed that my husband bought a mansion worth 40 million dollars for an influencer, and I finally realized that my husband was no orphan, but the son of the richest man in the country.