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The night I have my bonding ceremony with the Alpha, Walter Zimmer, he gets drunk even though he usually never touches any alcohol. Just as I'm at a loss for what to do, my best friend, Rose Larson, sends me a message detailing how to take care of a drunken werewolf. Despite feeling doubtful, I do as she suggests, and Walter truly does fall asleep peacefully. Just as I'm about to thank Rose, Walter suddenly hugs me from behind. His hot breath brushes against my neck as he murmurs a sentence that utterly breaks my heart. "Rose, you're the one I wanted to mark…" My world crumbles around me, but that's not all. His shirt slips down his shoulder when he moves, revealing the rose tattooed right over his heart. My mind goes blank, and all I can do is stare at the tattoo. I refuse to believe what I'm seeing. I've known Rose for 20 years, and she's my closest friend. As it turns out, Walter didn't get drunk because he was overjoyed about becoming my mate. He simply used the alcohol to drown his sorrows over not being able to take the she-wolf he wanted as his Luna. In that moment, our newly formed mate bond seems like nothing but a joke. Since that's the case, I decide to give up my position as the Luna and let them be together. However, after I leave, Walter loses control and shifts into his wolf. He then claws the rose tattoo to shreds. "Lily, I was mistaken. You're the Luna I truly love. Please, give me another chance to love you again…"

My best friend's brother and I have been dating for half a year, and she has no clue. My best friend drags me out on Christmas for a singles' night out. Unexpectedly, we see her brother, Chris Lambert, holding hands and kissing a girl under the fireworks. "Damn, Chris finally got the school belle!" She looks thrilled and pulls me forward to say hi. Chris awkwardly rubs his nose and introduces me to his girlfriend, "This is my sister, and the one beside her is… sort of like my sister too." I smile silently. We have held hands and kissed, yet now, I am just sort of like his sister.

After our class reunion, my best friend naturally expected me to play chauffeur and drive everyone home. I agreed. However, halfway down the road, a limited-edition luxury car slammed into the back of my car. The owner, who claimed to be a wealthy businessman from overseas, waved off the idea of filing an insurance claim. He said the crash was fate, and with a grand gesture, handed the luxury car over to me on the spot. From that day on, I drove the million-dollar luxury car every day, until jealousy consumed my best friend. She secretly sabotaged my car, and it ended with my death in a fiery wreck. My boyfriend turned on me, insisting I had simply fallen asleep at the wheel. My parents, unable to bear the shock, both died of heart attacks. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the reunion.

Christine, fille unique d’une famille richissime, avait tout : le luxe, la beauté, une vie de princesse intouchable. Jusqu’au jour où tout a volé en éclats. Lors d’une croisière en Europe, elle est enlevée et séquestrée dans la cale du navire. Battue, humiliée, elle ne comprend rien : ses ravisseurs cherchent une mystérieuse parure, un collier que sa famille aurait acheté à prix d’or. Christine, elle, n’est au courant de rien. Trois jours plus tard, un jeune homme serveur sur le bateau, avec qui elle avait partagé une nuit de passion la sauve et l’aide à fuir jusqu’au continent. Mais à son retour, la réalité la frappe de plein fouet : la faillite de l’entreprise familiale, le suicide de son père... Ruinée, elle n’a d’autre choix que de se reposer sur son mystérieux sauveur. Au fil des épreuves, elle s’attache à lui, touchée par ses attentions et sa présence constante. Mais une fois rentrée dans son pays, elle découvre l’impensable : cet homme, qu’elle croyait être un simple serveur, est en réalité le cerveau derrière son enlèvement. Et cette histoire de collier semble étroitement liée à la chute de sa famille. Trahison, secrets et faux-semblants : face à cette vérité bouleversante, Christine parviendra-t-elle à affronter le passé ? Et quel avenir reste-t-il pour deux âmes liées par le mensonge et le désir

Depois de renascer, decidi devolver meu noivo à sua primeira namorada.​​ ​Quando ele organizou uma despedida de solteiro para ela e não queria ser incomodado por mim, eu simplesmente fugi para outro país.​​ ​Ele disse que ficava irritado só de me ver; eu me demiti de forma rápida e limpa.​​ ​Ele sentia-se desconfortável em estar no mesmo país que eu; eu me mudei para o exterior imediatamente.​​ ​Por fim, ele quis dar mais segurança à primeira namorada.​​ ​Eu concordei com a cabeça e aceitei o pedido de casamento de outra pessoa.​​ ​Eu o obedeci uma e outra vez.​​ ​Tudo porque em minha vida passada, depois que me casei com ele, a primeira namorada, em um colapso, cortou os pulsos e cometeu suicídio.​​ ​Ele me culpou por tê-los separado, esfolou-me, arrancou meus tendões e drenou todo o sangue do meu corpo.​​ ​Desta vez, eu só quero viver em paz.​​ ​Mais tarde, enquanto eu, meu novo marido e nosso filho dávamos um passeio,​​ ​ele se ajoelhou diante de mim, chorando com uma dor tão intensa que parecia partir suas entranhas.​​ — Clarice, se você deixá-los, eu ficarei com você e vamos viver bem juntos.

In my previous life, my sister thought that since my husband and I had high-paying jobs, she could swap her son with my child without anyone noticing. But twenty-five years later, the tables turned. My son had grown into a street thug, while her son—raised under my care—rose smoothly through life. Young as he was, he had already become a CEO. He was dutiful, bought me a villa, and even sent me traveling around the world. My sister barged into his company, waving a DNA test report, kicking up a scene, only to be thrown out by security. "Mr. Kieran said that even if you are his biological mother, you never gave him a single day of care," they told her. "So he refuses to acknowledge you." Breaking down completely, she drove her car into me and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, we had returned to the very day she switched our babies. This time, my sister clutched her own child tightly, a wild, triumphant grin on her face. "From now on, you can be the mother of a street thug," she sneered. "The villa and all those riches—they're mine!"

I was only eleven when my life changed. My parents were gone, and my innocence was taken away. I grew up in a world where danger wore a suit and love felt like power. I learned to guard myself. But nothing prepared me for him, Lorenzo Vitalio. He is my guardian’s stepbrother. He watched me grow up. He is the man I shouldn’t want. Yet he is the only one I do. He’s 32, and I’m 20. The age difference is wrong. The feelings? Right—so painfully right that it hurts. I’ve loved him for as long as I’ve known what love is. But to him, I was just the girl he had to protect, not the woman he could claim. So I did what any heartbroken girl would do—I pushed him away. I made him notice me. I broke rules, crossed boundaries, and opened up the cracks in both of us. Just when I thought I’d finally lost him, he came back. Now the question is, can love survive the burden of secrets, danger, and years of denial? Or am I doomed to suffer for a man who knows how to protect but not how to love? This is the story of Evelyn Rose and Lorenzo Vitalio. A love too forbidden to begin. Too deep to end. And far too reckless to ignore.

On my wedding day, my best friend, Beatrice Hopper, buys a lottery ticket from a convenience store and gives it to me as a wedding gift. I initially believe that she's joking, but when I see the unmistakable disdain in her eyes, I know something is off. "They say it's the thought that counts. This gift is precisely how I show that I care. Besides, I'm pregnant and need money for everything right now. I don't want you to feel bad about taking my money," she says. Honestly, I'm disappointed. But since it's my wedding, I can only stand there and watch as my best friend drags her entire family to the reception for free food and drinks. As expected, the wedding ends on a sour note. The two of us part ways unhappily. What I don't see coming, though, is winning 50 million dollars in the lottery that night. Elated, I tell my husband the news, and we head to the lottery office first thing in the morning to claim the prize. The news quickly spreads among our friends and family. But by the afternoon, Beatrice pounds on my door, demanding I return the lottery ticket. "I should've been the winner!" she screamed. "I was the one who bought it, so why should you take away my prize?" I keep backing away from her, panic flooding my entire body, so much so that I don't even notice she's holding a knife. The last thing I expect is for her to swing it at me in the middle of our struggle. By the time I realize what's happening, the blade is already buried in my husband's chest. I try to call the police, but Beatrice yanks me back. We grapple, stumble, and crash through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Eventually, we fall to our deaths in the courtyard below. The universe must've had mercy on me because when I open my eyes again, I'm back at the moment she hands me that lottery ticket. Here comes my second chance.

Clara engage Alyss pour éliminer un traître dans son organisation. Dès leur première rencontre, l'attraction est immédiate et électrique. Clara, habituée à tout contrôler, est troublée par l'insolence et la liberté d'Alyss. Cette dernière est excitée par le défi que représente Clara, cette femme puissante qui cache sans doute des passions brûlantes sous son calme apparent. Alors qu'Alyss accomplit sa mission avec une efficacité brutale, leurs rencontres successives deviennent des jeux dangereux où chaque regard et chaque parole portent des sous-entendus lourds de sens. Leur relation bascule lors d'une tentative d'assassinat contre Clara, déjouée in extremis par Alyss. Dans l'adrénaline du moment, le contrôle de Clara craque, et les deux femmes se retrouvent dans l'intimité d'un repaire secret où leur désir longtemps contenu explose enfin. Leur liaison devient alors encore plus périlleuse. Clara doit faire face aux trahisons dans son clan tandis qu'Alyss, habituée à n'obéir à personne, se retrouve piégée dans des jeux de loyauté qui la mettent mal à l'aise. Le point culminant arrive quand Alyss découvre que c'est le conseiller le plus proche de Clara qui a mis sa tête à prix. Elle propose alors un nouveau marché à Clara : une alliance d'égale à égale, où elles uniront leurs forces pour éliminer tous leurs ennemis. Leur partenariat devient alors aussi brutal que sensuel, mêlant pouvoir, sang versé et passion dévorante.

Depois que a amiga de infância dele morreu, Eduardo Ribeiro me odiou por dez anos inteiros. No segundo dia após o casamento, ele pediu transferência para servir nas fronteiras. Durante esses dez anos, enviei incontáveis cartas, tentando lhe agradar de todas as formas, mas a resposta dele era sempre a mesma: "Se você realmente se sente culpada, então morra logo!" Até que, quando fui sequestrada, ele entrou sozinho no esconderijo dos bandidos e me salvou, levando vários tiros. Antes de morrer, com o último fio de força, ele arrancou a mão dele da minha. — O maior arrependimento da minha vida... foi ter me casado com você... — Se tudo pudesse recomeçar, por favor... não volte a me atormentar... No funeral, Sra. Ana, a mãe dele, soluçava de arrependimento: — Filho, a culpa é da mãe... eu não devia ter te forçado... O pai dele me lançou um olhar cheio de ódio: — Você matou a Jamile, e agora matou também meu filho! Maldita azarada, por que ainda não morre?! Até o coronel que tinha insistido no nosso casamento balançou a cabeça e suspirou: — Foi erro meu separar dois corações. Eu devo um pedido de desculpas ao Eduardo. Todos lamentavam por Eduardo Ribeiro. Inclusive eu. Fui expulsa da organização e, naquela mesma noite, engoli veneno no meio de um campo abandonado. Quando abri os olhos novamente, estava de volta à véspera do casamento. Desta vez, decidi realizar o desejo de todos eles.